After making three or four round trips, the two finally managed to buy almost everything they had thought of.
Spending over 200,000 yuan on a single grocery run—can you believe it?
The trunk and back seat of the Bentley Bentayga were nearly overflowing.
Looking at the half-car full of goods, Su Yang chuckled, "This is the first time I’ve ever bought so much stuff in one go at a supermarket."
Pan Ning replied nonchalantly, "These are all necessities. One big purchase will last us a long time. Let’s head home."
Su Yang turned to her with a smile. "Not so fast. Let’s hit the mall first."
"Again?"
"Yeah, come on. I’ve noticed you’ve been carrying the same bag repeatedly lately. Time for an upgrade."
Hearing this, Pan Ning gave a faint smile. "Alright~"
They took the elevator to the first floor of the mall, which was filled with cosmetics, handbags, jewelry, and other luxury items.
The last time Su Yang had brought Lu Yun here, he hadn’t browsed carefully. But since they weren’t in a rush this time, he took Pan Ning’s hand and strolled leisurely.
They first stopped at the nearest Chanel store. Pan Ning moved quickly, picking out a set of cosmetics Su Yang didn’t recognize in just a few minutes.
Not that it mattered whether Su Yang recognized them—his job was just to pay.
After leaving Chanel, they walked into a nearby Hermès boutique.
Su Yang had originally planned to buy Pan Ning a few Birkin bags, but after circling the store, he didn’t spot a single one on display.
Upon asking, he learned that at Hermès, customers needed to build up enough "purchase history" or "spending records" before they could even qualify to buy a Birkin.
Just as Su Yang was about to settle for other bag styles, Pan Ning pulled out an LV wallet from her purse and handed a matte black card to the sales associate behind the counter.
The saleswoman glanced at it, and her previously indifferent expression instantly turned to shock.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Pan Ning with newfound respect. "So you’re one of our super VIPs! Please, follow me."
She then asked in a deferential tone, "Miss Pan, would you like us to clear the store for you?"
Pan Ning shook her head. "No need."
"Understood. Then please, both of you, come this way."
Watching the saleswoman’s dramatic shift in attitude, Su Yang was baffled. He turned to Pan Ning. "What’s going on?"
Pan Ning explained calmly, "They have a private VIP room here. Bags like the Birkin aren’t displayed in the retail area. You need a purchase qualification first, then access to their VIP lounge to buy them."
"Seriously? That’s a thing?" Su Yang was genuinely surprised.
In his mind, things were simple—either they had it or they didn’t. Hiding stock like this felt absurd. Why not just display it? Those who could afford it would buy; others could at least admire it.
He shook his head and followed Pan Ning, muttering, "These luxury store policies are just bizarre."
"She called you a super VIP and even offered to clear the store. How much do you have to spend to reach that level?"
Pan Ning replied matter-of-factly, "A cumulative spending of over 18 million."
"How much?!" Su Yang froze.
Eighteen million—just on bags?
For a moment, Su Yang was truly stunned. He was still new to the world of the ultra-wealthy, and the idea of spending that much on handbags was mind-boggling.
Still, with billions in his account now, he quickly regained his composure. "So, how much have you spent here in total?"
Pan Ning thought for a moment. "Around 50 or 60 million, maybe more. I’ve lost track."
"Damn, that’s insane. So you must own a ton of Hermès bags, right?"
"Not that many. Just around a hundred," Pan Ning said casually.
Su Yang frowned. "But that still shouldn’t add up to tens of millions?"
Pan Ning glanced at him with a smile. "They don’t just sell bags. Their jewelry and clothing lines are excellent too."
Su Yang smacked his forehead, laughing awkwardly. "Right, duh. My bad, haha."
Soon, they followed the saleswoman to the very back of the store, where she opened what looked like an ordinary door.
Inside, however, was a hidden gem. Su Yang had assumed it was just a staff break room or fitting area, but the interior was even more luxurious than the main store—just much smaller.
A few glass cabinets, each two to three meters tall, displayed bags reserved exclusively for top-tier VIPs.
"Please, come in," the saleswoman said politely, gesturing for them to enter.
"Wow, this place is something else," Su Yang remarked as he stepped inside.
The saleswoman smiled. "This is our premium members’ private room. Regular customers can only shop in the retail area."
"Got it."
Su Yang turned to Pan Ning. "You pick. I’m clueless about these bags anyway."
Pan Ning nodded and followed the saleswoman to an ornate display case.
Ten minutes later, the saleswoman wrapped up three Birkin bags for Pan Ning.
Su Yang raised an eyebrow. "All set?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Only three? Why not grab a few more?"
Pan Ning shot him a look. "It’s not like picking vegetables. This is enough."
"Fine, let’s check out then."
At the counter, as the saleswoman rang them up, Su Yang’s jaw dropped when he saw the price of one particular bag—the Himalayan Diamond.
2.1 million yuan. For a single bag.
He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he’d misread it.
He’d heard Hermès Birkins were expensive, but this was beyond his expectations.
He’d once seen Yaya carrying one and had casually remarked about "bags costing tens of thousands." In his mind, the most a Birkin could cost was 300,000 or 400,000 yuan—never in his wildest dreams did he imagine one could surpass a million, let alone two. That was nearly the price of his RS7.
Once again, Su Yang was floored. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it—the sheer audacity of the price tag just caught him off guard.
The other two bags were far more "reasonable"—350,000 and 550,000 yuan respectively.
Pan Ning pointed to the 550,000-yuan bag. "This one’s for Qianyu."
Su Yang grinned. "You should’ve gotten her a Diamond one too."
Pan Ning replied flatly, "Those require pre-orders. I placed mine ages ago, and this store just got one in stock. There’s only this single piece."
Su Yang scratched his head. "Really? I thought you could just walk in and buy anything."
"Most things, yes. But not limited editions."
Su Yang nodded and said no more, pulling out his phone to pay.
"Miss Pan, your boyfriend truly adores you. He didn’t even blink while paying," the saleswoman teased.
Pan Ning joked, "Didn't he just rub his eyes earlier?"
Su Yang quickly explained, "I just didn’t expect a bag to be that expensive. Really opened my eyes."
He then turned to the sales associate and asked, "So, now that I have a purchase record, can I get a VIP card?"
The sales associate looked at Su Yang apologetically and said, "I’m sorry, sir, but this purchase is registered under Ms. Pan’s name..."
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Alright, no big deal."
After the three bags were packed, the two walked away under the envious gaze of the sales associate.
"Next!" Su Yang pointed ahead at a Tiffany & Co. store with a grin.
Pan Ning, being the type she was, naturally didn’t refuse. In her eyes, this amount of money was nothing to Su Yang, even though she wasn’t entirely sure about the extent of his wealth.
But after spending time with him, she could guess that his net worth was at least in the hundreds of millions.
She was genuinely happy that Su Yang was buying things for her—though she didn’t show it outright, she was deeply touched inside.
The two strolled through the Tiffany store, and half an hour later, they picked out a necklace, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, and a bangle.
But those were just for Pan Ning. Su Yang then had Pan Ning help select several more items for Meng Qianyu.
The final bill came to 880,000 yuan.
[Ding! Detected that the host is indulging in shopping with great enjoyment. Reward: 2 million yuan.]
Su Yang turned to Pan Ning with a smile. "How about a watch?"
"No need, I don’t really wear watches."
"Alright, then how about heading upstairs to check out some clothes?"
Pan Ning thought for a few seconds before replying, "Let’s skip the clothes for now. I’m getting hungry—let’s head back."
"Sure, we can come another time."
With that, the two grabbed their numerous shopping bags and left.
After they were gone, the sales associate who had assisted them crossed her arms, her face full of envy, and said to a coworker nearby, "Is this what the world of the rich is like?"
"What do you mean?"
"They just dropped nearly 900,000 yuan without blinking. Must be nice..."
The other girl shook her head with a wry smile. "Some things just aren’t meant for us. If you’re born with it, you have it. If not, you’ll probably never get it in this lifetime."
"Sigh... Why wasn’t I born with that kind of luck? That guy was so handsome, rich, and charming. I’m so jealous of that girl."
"Well, look at how stunning she is. We don’t have that kind of fate. Stop dreaming—customers are coming, back to work."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
