Blurb：
Luna Reed is the lazy kept woman of gloomy billionaire Christopher Sterling. When Christopher goes bankrupt and the System demands she humiliates him to trigger his villain comeback arc, Luna refuses. Too lazy to leave, she stays with penniless Christopher Sterling, unintentionally becoming his motivation. Instead of pursuing the female lead, Christopher works three jobs to provide for Luna Reed. This unconventional romance between a lazy mistress and a fallen villain defies the System's plot. Discover how Luna's laziness changes Christopher Sterling's destiny in this enemies-to-lovers, billionaire bankruptcy story with strong fmc and redemption themes.
Content：
I’m the kept woman of a gloomy villain, but I’m very lazy.The villain went bankrupt.
The System told me to humiliate him viciously and dump him, to ignite his fighting spirit so he could make a comeback.
I said no.
Christopher Sterling pinched my chin, his voice fierce,
“Everyone else has left me! Why are you still here? To laugh at my misery?!”
I slowly yawned.
“Too lazy to run.”
His eyes reddened, voice laced with self-loathing,
“I’m just a useless, penniless loser now… I can’t give you the luxurious life you had before…”
I patted his head.
“Alright, stop. Isn’t all that talking exhausting? Come here, let’s just rest for a while.”
So.
To keep me from starving, Christopher rallied.
He worked himself ragged, juggling three jobs.
At the time in the original story when he was supposed to be on a date with the female lead…
Christopher was at home, down on one knee, meticulously tying the bow on the little dress I was wearing.
The system screamed, “Girl, what the hell?”
I, Luna Reed, am the kept woman of Metropolis big shot Christopher Sterling.
And I’m lazy.
Some people said Christopher kept things under wraps remarkably well;
despite being by his side for so long, not a single photo of me could be found online.
Uh…
Honestly? I just lay around the house all day.
Too lazy to go out.
Becoming his kept woman was kind of an accident too.
After graduating college, I sent my resume to his company.
Under ‘Desired Position,’ I wrote: “Little work. Lots of money.”
Personal Summary: “Good at eating.”
Christopher held that resume, pondered and puzzled over it, genuinely baffled by its meaning.
Curiosity drove him to interview me personally.
I explained, “It means ‘good at eating, lazy at working.’”
He frowned, deeply confused. “Then why didn’t you write the whole phrase?”
I took a sip of water.
Then, in slow-motion drawl, uttered four words, “Too lazy to write.”
Christopher: …
Even though the interview went disastrously, I still got the job.
Christopher needed to dodge an arranged marriage and wanted me to be his professional kept woman.
I mentally weighed it up—
Lots of money. Little work.
Could work from home.
I’m physically weak, perpetually low on energy.
Walking two steps makes me want to squat down; standing up makes me see stars.
Only my sleep quality is exceptional.
This last point, Christopher found incredibly useful.
He’s a bit sensitive and gloomy.
Childhood shadows from his family, isolated and mocked by peers in school, betrayed by partners after starting his business…
Left him paranoid, emotionally wound tight.
Often depressed and insomniac.
Every night, he’d use me as a human teddy bear, pulling me into his arms.
He’d inhale the scent of my hair.
Squeeze the soft flesh at my waist.
And then he’d completely relax, sleeping soundly through the night.
I didn’t have to do anything except sleep.
Every time I opened my eyes, gifts and bank transfers would be waiting.
It was truly…
A dream offer.
But now, things were looking very bad.
Christopher had been set up and went bankrupt.
He was swamped, hadn’t shown up for days.
Busy dissolving the company, liquidating and mortgaging assets, paying employees their final wages and severance.
As for me…
He didn’t even see me one last time, just sent a message on his phone.
“I have no money left for a farewell payout.
“The gifts before were voluntary.
“Leave.”
I was devastated, slept for a solid 15 hours straight.
When I woke up, a system appeared in my head.
It said:
This is a world of novel.
Christopher is the gloomy villain. I’m a plot-pushing tool, the kept woman.
“Just now, right now!” The system was hyped,
“You need to act shallow and materialistic! Slap Christopher a few times! Call him a useless loser! Dump him dramatically! Ignite his fighting spirit!”
“Only then can he make a comeback, reunite with his childhood sweetheart, the female lead…
“but she’ll have the male lead by then, kicking off a 200-chapter tragedy involving all three…”
I covered my ears.
“No.”
Slapping him, yelling at him…
Sounded exhausting.
The system threatened,
“As a tool, your mission is to drive the plot. If you fail, you get an electric shock punishment.”
I mustered all my strength to roll over.
“Then shock me.”
“……”
The system was completely speechless.
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