Jessica's POV
I glance at the shirtless man lying next to me, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
Too easy.
I knew Jiang Wei would fall into my bed without hesitation, but even I didn't expect it to happen this fast.
The great Jiang Wei—beloved star, golden boy of the industry—reduced to just another man in my sheets.
I watch him for a moment, eyes drifting over his V-line, sculpted abs, and perfectly relaxed features.
He really is handsome.
I can almost understand why women chase after him.
Almost.
But let's be real. No man, no matter how good-looking, is better than money.
I sigh, stretching as I slide out of bed.
Maybe when I hit thirty, I'll do what some of my friends did—latch onto a billionaire or a politician.
One of them even became a First Lady.
Her husband is an absolute idiot, but does that matter? She lives in a palace now.
I should ask her to introduce me to someone.
For now, though—this little entertainment is more than enough.
