Chen Mo stood on the edge of the rooftop, the wind whipping against him like a goddamn knife.
Below, the city sparkled with neon lights. Cars crawled like ants. One more step, and all his problems—mainly that one hundred million yuan debt—would be gone. Just like that.
"Start a business? Fuck that noise." He spat into the wind.
The company collapsed. His team scattered. And now he owed banks and loan sharks a cool hundred million. His phone had been blowing up for days, voicemails filled with threats and creative insults. He knew exactly what it felt like to have nowhere left to turn.
"Whatever. I'm done."
He lifted one foot, letting it hover over the void.
Then—his beat-up knockoff phone buzzed.
A message popped up on the screen, edges glowing gold like it was some kind of VIP spam.
[Debt Restructuring Agreement—Click if You Want to Live]
"The hell? Even scammers are getting desperate." He almost laughed. But curiosity got the better of him. He tapped the screen.
The email was brutally straightforward.
Debtor: Chen Mo
Debt Amount: ¥100,000,000.00
Restructuring Plan: Work to repay! Sign this contract and work off what you owe!
Creditor List: See attached.
"Work off a hundred million? I'd be slaving away until the heat death of the universe." He snorted and opened the attachment.
One glance.
His mocking expression froze. His eyes went wide. His breath caught in his throat.
The list had only three names. But each one hit him like a freight train to the skull.
Li Bingyan—CEO of Qingcheng International. The Ice Queen of the business world. Regular cover feature on financial magazines. Legendary beauty, razor-sharp mind, and cold enough to freeze hell over. A woman he'd only ever admired from afar, usually on glossy magazine covers he couldn't afford.
Su Mengli—A-list pop superstar. A voice like honey, a body that set the internet on fire. The fantasy of millions of guys across the country. Her concert tickets sold out in seconds.
Qin Qing—Head of Surgery at the city hospital. Medical prodigy. Cool and untouchable, wrapped in mystery. Suitors lined up from here to France, and she never gave any of them a second glance.
Chen Mo's brain short-circuited.
"What the actual fuck? Since when do I owe these three goddesses money? A hundred million? I haven't even touched their socks!"
Absurd. Completely batshit insane. But the list pulled at him with a weird, dangerous curiosity.
His phone rang. A local number he didn't recognize.
His heart skipped. He answered.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was ice-cold, crisp as winter air, carrying an authority that made him straighten up without thinking.
"Chen Mo?"
"Yeah… speaking. Who's this?"
"Li Bingyan." No introduction needed. No wasted words. "You've seen the agreement."
"I… yeah. I saw it." His throat went dry. Her presence alone, even through the phone, was suffocating. "But Ms. Li, what is this? How do I owe you—"
"You don't ask questions." Flat. Final. "Sign. Or don't."
Something about her tone lit a fire in him. Fuck it. Either way, he was dead. Might as well go down swinging.
"I'll sign. What next?"
"Tomorrow. Nine AM. My office. Top floor, Qingcheng International." Her voice didn't waver. "Be late, and the deal's off."
Click.
She hung up like he was already forgotten.
Chen Mo stood there, phone pressed to his ear, listening to the dial tone.
The wind still howled. The city still glittered below.
But that urge to jump? It wasn't quite so strong anymore.
Three top-tier goddesses were his creditors. It sounded like the setup to a bad adult film. But he knew reality wouldn't be that kind.
Still… what if?
Fuck it. He'd roll the dice.
His fingers trembled—not from fear, but from something that felt dangerously like excitement. He pressed [Sign Electronically] .
The moment he did—
A voice exploded in his head. Cold. Mechanical. And somehow, weirdly, smug as hell.
[Ding! Host has signed a labor contract—correction, debt repayment agreement! Super Compensation System online and ready to serve!]
[New Mission: Face your first creditor—Li Bingyan. Make her take notice!]
[Mission Rewards: Debt reduction (amount determined by creditor's satisfaction), System Points +100, Random Compensation Gift Box!]
[System Principle: No free lunches. No simping. Every contribution deserves fair compensation. This system guarantees it.]
Chen Mo stood frozen.
He blinked. Pinched his leg.
Ow. Real.
A system? A snarky, vaguely unhinged system?
He stared at his phone screen, at Li Bingyan's name, and let the system's words sink in.
Make her take notice.
His mind drifted to the Ice Queen CEO. The long legs. The sharp suits. The rumored preference for black stockings and high heels.
A slow grin spread across his face.
Maybe this whole debt repayment thing was about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.