Ye Fanzhi smoothed the hem of her skirt over her hips, sat down gracefully, and secretly snapped a photo of Liang Canwen reading intently across from her. She sent it to her college best friend, Lou Shishi.
Lou Shishi:Holy crap, is that Samuelson's Economics*? Your friend's serious?*
Ye Fanzhi:He really wants to improve himself.
Lou Shishi:Okay, I believe you two are just friends. Otherwise, how could a man bring a woman as gorgeous and hot as you to a library? He should be taking you to a hotel and going at it hard instead.(attached: a meme of Cao Cao lifting a curtain to peek at another man's wife)
Ye Fanzhi:Shoo, shoo—say a few words and you're already getting indecent.
Lou Shishi:Is your friend single?
Ye Fanzhi typed "single," deleted it, and then retyped:Ye Fanzhi:He has a girlfriend.
Lou Shishi:What a pity. A man who drives a Bentley, doesn't chase women, and instead spends his time studying in a library to better himself? How come I never meet someone like that?
Lou Shishi was full of envy. Ye Fanzhi chuckled quietly to herself. She found Liang Canwen increasingly fascinating—so different from all the men she'd ever met. Despite being rich, he wasn't arrogant, restless, or wasteful. He came to the library to study and improve himself. What a gem of a man. His wealth was bound to multiply.
Setting down her phone, Ye Fanzhi stretched her arms. The soft, drowsy summer afternoon inside the library was making her sleepy.
She moved her chair closer to Liang Canwen's, grabbed his hand, placed it around her waist, and leaned against his shoulder.
"Canwen, your lady wants to take a nap."
Liang Canwen nodded—one hand flipping through his book, the other wrapped around her soft, slender waist.
Ye Fanzhi nestled comfortably into his shoulder.
"Canwen, from now on, I only want you to sleep with me, okay?"
"Mm."
Across the table, a fellow reader slammed his book shut and stormed off. Damn it—he just wanted to read, not get force-fed dog food. Who could stand this?
——
Wang Cheng dropped Li Xingran off at a Starbucks before heading back to the office.
Li Xingran, holding her bag, walked in proudly and sat down across from Lu Yingfei.
"Ta-da~ Look! New bag." Li Xingran beamed, showing off her beloved handbag.
"No way, he really bought it for you?" Lu Yingfei looked stunned. "That Wang Cheng really loves you."
"Of course," Li Xingran said smugly, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, I ran into Liang Canwen."
"Brother Liang?" Lu Yingfei was startled. "You ran into him alone?"
While snapping photos of her bag, Li Xingran said, "No, I was with Wang Cheng. He saw Wang Cheng buy me this sixty-thousand-yuan bag."
"What did he say?"
"He said it was a nice bag."
Lu Yingfei frowned. "Xingran, showing up with Wang Cheng in front of Brother Liang like that… isn't great."
Li Xingran replied, "Back when I was with him, we lived frugally. The most expensive bag he ever bought me was six thousand yuan. Now Wang Cheng spends ten times that without blinking. If Liang Canwen can't make money, who's to blame? Wang Cheng's just on another level."
Lu Yingfei was speechless. She didn't know what to say, but she still felt that flaunting her new man in front of her ex and showing off her bag was wrong—plain wrong.
Li Xingran lifted her bag again. "Your boyfriend has great taste in handbags. This design's beautiful."
"You like it, that's what matters."
Lu Yingfei forced a smile. Inside, she thought: That bag was picked by your ex-husband. Not even picked—he just told the salesgirl at Patek Philippe to bring a sixty-thousand-yuan bag over.
Now that was spending—decisive and effortless.
Meanwhile, your Wang Cheng nearly bled dry buying it.
"Xingran, do you regret getting divorced?"
"Regret? What's there to regret? Yingfei, you said it yourself—women should treat themselves well. Men make money to spend on women. Why should I suffer through a hard life with a man who can't earn? Choosing someone richer and more willing to spend on me is the right decision. After all, it's not easy being a woman."
"!!!"
That kind of warped logic left even the original "fairy girl" Lu Yingfei speechless.
The younger generation really is terrifying.
Lu Yingfei didn't want to be a fairy girl anymore. These days, all she wanted was Liang Canwen—wanted to return to a normal life and fall in love again.
Talk money with the poor. Talk love with the rich.
——
At 4 p.m., Liang Canwen received a WeChat message from Li Wenning:[Brother-in-law, my classmate's having a birthday dinner. I'll pick up Yanyan so she can have some cake too.]
Liang Canwen:Okay. Buy some formula while you're out. +¥2000 transfer
Li Wenning:That's way too much.
Liang Canwen:Keep the rest and buy yourself some clothes.
Li Wenning:Brother-in-law, you're too generous.
He set his phone down and continued studying. The more he read, the more engrossed he became—completely forgetting the curvy beauty napping in his arms.
6 p.m.
[Ding! Three-hour reading session complete. Self-management complete.]
[Inner and outer cultivation now belong entirely to the host. The system will no longer impose restrictions. The host may choose freely.]
He could choose to be an oily, shallow man—or a refined, self-disciplined gentleman. The system would no longer interfere.
[Total investment in self-improvement: ¥100,676.]
[Critical reward multiplier activated. Please spin to begin.]
A large spinning wheel appeared on the system panel, marked with multipliers from 0 to 10,000x.
Liang Canwen tapped "Start." The wheel spun rapidly before stopping.
[Congratulations, host! 1,000x critical reward obtained.]
Ding ding ding!A cascade of gold coin sounds filled the air.
[Congratulations, host! You've received ¥100,676,000.]
Name: Liang CanwenWealth: ¥100,676,024
One hundred million? Holy shit.
"Ah—why did you pinch me?!"
Ye Fanzhi, who had been fast asleep, suddenly woke up when Liang Canwen, overwhelmed with excitement, grabbed her waist hard. "What's gotten into you? You're this worked up over a book? Seriously? Ow, that hurt!"
"Uh… it got really exciting. Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you." Liang Canwen rubbed her waist. "You kept me company all afternoon while I studied. Let me treat you to dinner as thanks, beautiful."
"Hehe~ You know how to behave. Can I pick the place?"
"Of course. Say the word."
"That's what I like to hear. Let's go."
Ye Fanzhi put the book back, took Liang Canwen's arm, and happily left the library.
Back in the Bentley—
"So, where do you want to eat?"
"Mala Tang."
"What? Mala Tang? That's so low-brow."
"You said I could choose. I want Mala Tang."
"Alright, alright—your wish is my command."
Liang Canwen took Ye Fanzhi to a small spicy hotpot shop. As they enjoyed their modest meal, Ye Fanzhi was perfectly content. Liang Canwen smiled.
If it were Li Xingran, she'd probably think he didn't love her—because a man who loved her wouldn't eat at cheap street stalls. To her, fine dining and candlelight meant love.
After dinner, they strolled for a bit. Then Liang Canwen drove Ye Fanzhi back to her apartment complex, straight into the underground garage.
"Canwen, I had such a great time today. Bye-bye, I'm going up now."
"Wait—your panties."
Liang Canwen picked up a lacy pair from the car seat and handed them to her.
"See? Told you I didn't steal your underwear."
"Want to see me wearing these?"
Ye Fanzhi's long legs brushed together slightly—undeniably seductive.
"You're being naughty again."
"I'm only naughty for you."
Ye Fanzhi tugged Liang Canwen by the collar, pulling him close as she leaned over the passenger seat.
She looked into his eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
They melted into another long, passionate kiss.
Just then, an old Cayenne rolled into the garage, pulling into a nearby space. The driver saw that same Bentley from the morning still parked there.
Looking closer—
What the hell.
Inside, a man was leaning over the passenger seat, kissing a woman intensely.
The lighting was dim, but he could vaguely see the man holding what looked like a pair of lacy panties.
"Slutty as hell," Wang Cheng muttered.
He decided not to interrupt their little car make-out session.
He drove past slowly to find another temporary parking spot.
After parking, he glanced back again—yep, they were still making out.
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