Chapter 1

Who would have thought that the boyfriend I bought on a second-hand website would turn out to be my direct supervisor?

After meeting in person, my grudge-holding boss transformed into a sweet puppy.

Later, rumors spread throughout the office.

He locked me in his office, cornering me, "I heard you're dating that guy? What about me? What about the promises we made?"

"Don't worry, you're still my favorite."

#Selling second-hand boyfriend. We've been chatting for a week. He plays all kinds of games, has a magnetic voice that'll make your ears pregnant. He's quite funny and great for boosting mood, perfect for gaming together.

#I heard in real life he's handsome, 6'1", with a six-pack and still working out. He says he wants to be a lean muscle boy.

He can also play piano and sing pop songs. You can just use him as a tool. I haven't told him any of my personal info, so you can chat safely.

Scrolling through this post, I felt like I was doomed.

Who would sell their boyfriend?

And this was from someone I followed. Who was this?

Looking closer, I realized it was an online gaming buddy I'd met a few days ago.

I couldn't help but ask: "Girl, are you really selling your boyfriend?"

Before I got a reply, I received a call from my mother.

As soon as I answered, unsurprisingly, it was about marriage - "You're already 26, almost 30, and you still haven't found a boyfriend! What will you do in a few years when your dad and I are gone? All alone, you..."

I could recite Mom's spiel by heart at this point.

"It's just that I haven't found anyone suitable..."

Before I could finish, she interrupted, "No excuses. You must come home next weekend for a blind date! Otherwise, I'll... I'll disown you."

It seemed Mrs. Wilson had been "inspired" by some friend, to the point of threatening to disown me.

I quickly agreed, and Mrs. Wilson was finally satisfied enough to end the call. But not before warning me, "Don't you dare try to trick me, or I'll bring someone straight to your little apartment for the blind date."

The thought of those blind dates made me shudder.

They were either as plain as a potato, as short as a turnip, missing a few teeth, or divorced with two kids...

No way, not for me.