My Boyfriend Wants to Take Advantage of My Family's Wealth

I’m what you’d call a Western demon. Our kind typically lives less than 30 years. But there’s a way to extend our lives—by consuming evil souls.

Unfortunately, consuming souls goes against the natural order, so we only eat evil spirits. Finding truly malevolent souls is rare; even encountering ordinary evil people is uncommon. We usually just exploit loopholes to extend our lifespan.

Evan is my loophole.

I met him during a company team party. He’s impressive in both looks and talent, but no one seems to get close to him. Curious, I asked a colleague who knows him well.

“Oh, him? Don’t bother. The last time he went out for milk tea with a girl, he insisted on splitting the bill down to the last cent.”

“And he also mentioned that his mom thinks he should find a beautiful and wealthy woman—what a mama’s boy.”

When I heard that, my eyes lighting up.

Evan, who’s all about getting the most out of every situation, seemed like a perfect match. When I noticed the black mist on his face, I was even more convinced he was exactly who I was looking for. So, I took the initiative and added him on WhatsApp.

It didn’t take long for us to start dating.

“Baby, let’s go Dutch,” he suggested. “It’s the trend these days.”

To be honest, he’s not a terrible boyfriend. He promised to pay when we eat out, but he insists we split the bill, saying if I pay, he might forget to reimburse me. On Valentine’s Day, I wanted roses. They finally went on sale late in the day, and he bought them for me, even remembering to split the cost.

For his birthday, he sent me links to limited edition sneakers and pricey designer clothes and asked me to buy them for him.

My colleagues couldn’t believe it. “Seriously, you are love-struck and love blinded.”

What do they know? He’s actually a great boyfriend.

After a while, we started introducing each other to our families. He met my mom first. I drove him to my villa.

As we arrived in the upscale neighborhood, his eyes widened. “You live here?”

“No,” I replied. “This entire row of villas is mine. The big one at the end is where my mom lives.”

His eyes were glued to the place. “Wow, your family is so rich.”

“This is nothing,” I said. “My mom said if you marry me, you can pick any villa you want from the row.”

When we walked in and my mom came out, he greeted her with, “Hello, Auntie.”

My mom’s eyes lit up when she saw him. She was clearly pleased.

Later that night, she texted me: “You’ve got a great eye for this guy. It’s rare to find such a young talent. You’d better hold on to him.”