After My Best Friend and I Transmigrated into Wealthy Villainesses, We Ran Away Pregnant

She became the substitute bride of a powerful Hong Kong tycoon, while I became the pampered mistress of Beijing’s crown prince. During the day, she would chase after her husband for miles, crying so beautifully that tears clung to her lashes. Meanwhile, I’d put on a little white dress, grab the crown prince by the sleeve with red-rimmed eyes, and whisper, “Just stay with me for three minutes.” At night, the two of us would whip out our calculators and start tallying up our savings. “How much have you saved?” “1.2 million.” “You?” “960,000.” “Should we leave them?” “Leave with this little money? Hell no.” “So we keep hanging on?” “Yep.” “Which place tonight?” “Club No. 16. Their m...