Welcome to Louis Vuitton

Su Yang stomped on the accelerator.

The car shot forward, and soon he drove out of the residential area onto the main road.

Though it was Friday, it wasn’t yet midday rush hour, and since he lived in the suburbs, traffic was relatively light.

This time, Su Yang floored it, keeping the pedal pinned to the metal.

A sudden surge of g-force slammed him back into his seat as the car roared forward.

"Whoo-hoo!!"

"Hell yeah! A 2.7-second zero-to-sixty acceleration is no joke."

Too exhilarated to contain himself, Su Yang let out a cheer.

[Ding! Detecting host’s spirited driving and enjoyment. Cash reward of [amount] yuan has been deposited into host’s bank account.]

—Holy shit!

—This is insane! Is this the "Live Your Best Life" system?

—Freaking awesome!

Su Yang leaned back, turned on some music, and hummed along as his silver-gray 911 Turbo S weaved through traffic, overtaking every car in sight.

Soon, he left the suburbs and entered the city center.

The largest LV flagship store in Haicheng was located in a shopping district near his old workplace—an area he knew well.

A few minutes later, Su Yang pulled into a roadside parking spot not far from the LV store.

The moment he stepped out, envious glances from passersby—mostly young men and women—landed on him.

Su Yang soaked in their attention, his ego thoroughly stroked.

‘This is why you drive a luxury car. Clearly, you can’t have both a Porsche and low self-esteem.’

"Wow, check out that 911! So damn sleek!"

"Damn, the owner’s hot too!"

"Someone that young? Probably rented it."

"Or maybe he’s loaded. Rich kid vibes."

...Fragments of conversation drifted over from a distance.

Su Yang couldn’t make out the details, nor did he care. Without a second glance, he strode toward the LV store.

After just two steps, two attractive young women approached him with flirty smiles.

"Hey, handsome, is that your car?" One of them, wearing denim hot pants, batted her eyelashes.

Su Yang sized them up. The one who spoke was passably cute—early twenties, decent figure.

Her legs, in particular, were flawless—not too thin, not too thick.

Her friend, however, was forgettable: red high heels, a short black skirt, and legs that paled in comparison. Her makeup was also caked on.

With a faint smirk, Su Yang replied, "Who else’s would it be?"

"Can we get your WeChat, cutie?" Both girls whipped out their phones, pouting playfully.

"Do I look that easy?"

Undeterred, they tried again. "Then how about a ride? We’re not feeling well... Maybe you could take us somewhere to recover?"

Su Yang’s eyebrow twitched. ‘Damn, that’s bold. Back when I was broke, no one gave me the time of day. Money really changes everything.’

—System, scan these two.

[Scanning targets...]

[Scan complete.]

[Wang Fang, Age: 22]

[Height: 161cm]

[Weight: 53kg]

[Looks: 71]

[Body: 78]

[Relationships: 16, currently taken.]

[Li Ting, Age: 20]

[Height: 164cm]

[Weight: 55kg]

[Looks: 63]

[Body: 69]

[Relationships: 17, single.]

—What the hell? These two have racked up over thirty relationships combined? How desperate can you get?

His amused expression turned icy. "You two might actually be sick. Get yourselves checked—don’t drag me into it."

Without waiting for a response, he walked off, leaving them fuming and stomping their feet.

Nearby onlookers burst into laughter.

"Pfft—hahaha! That’s what you get!"

"Rejected by a rich guy? Classic."

"Bold move shooting your shot, ladies. Respect."

"Hey, if he’s not interested, I am! Let me ‘treat’ you instead. I’ve got skills."

"Piss off!" The girls flipped their hair and stormed away.

Su Yang caught snippets of the exchange but shrugged it off.

Pushing through the LV doors, he was immediately greeted by a sales associate in a sleek black uniform.

"Welcome to Louis Vuitton."

When he looked up, a flicker of recognition hit him—but he couldn’t place her.

Compared to the two from earlier, this woman was celestial.

Her hair was elegantly pinned up, her skin porcelain-smooth, and her light makeup accentuated delicate features: an oval face, peach-blossom eyes, a petite yet defined nose, and lips like soft pink roses.

Black stockings traced her calves, paired with modest heels—the picture of grace.

Before Su Yang could process it, the woman’s eyes widened slightly.

"...Su Yang?"

Hearing his name, it clicked. Still, he hesitated. "Lu Yun?"

"It is you!" Her smile bloomed like sunshine.

Lu Yun—his high school classmate.

They’d shared a classroom for three years but barely spoken, exchanging maybe ten sentences total.

Back then, Lu Yun was the class beauty, while Su Yang had been all about basketball and soccer, oblivious to romance.

Though aware of his own good looks, his financial insecurity had kept him distant from girls like her.

They’d never even swapped contact info, just signed each other’s yearbooks at graduation.

"Su Yang, I can’t believe we’re meeting here! What are the odds?" Lu Yun ushered him inside, beaming.

He rubbed his neck, chuckling. "Yeah, it’s been years. I almost didn’t recognize you."

"Five or six, right? No shame in that."

"You’ve been working here since graduation?"

"Only two months. Just a salesgirl for now."

Su Yang nodded. "LV’s a solid gig. Heard the pay’s good."

"Speaking of—I’m here to browse. Mind showing me around?"

"Sure." Lu Yun replied with a smile.

Truth be told, Su Yang had already made up his mind the moment he recognized Lu Yun. In his eyes, her looks were undeniably above a 90—a girl of that caliber was a must-have for his "system."

Plus, it just so happened that Lu Yun was an old classmate. Having her guide him through the store would not only help him shop but also earn her some commission, naturally bringing the two of them closer.

Lu Yun led Su Yang toward the clothing section.

Seizing the moment, Su Yang immediately called out in his mind:

—System, scan!

[Lu Yun, Age: 23]

[Height: 169cm]

[Weight: 53kg]

[Appearance: 94]

[Figure: 90]

[Relationship History: 1, Currently Single]

[Lu Yun meets the favorability binding criteria. Bind?]

—Damn, just as I thought. Bind!

[Ding! Binding successful.]

[Lu Yun’s Favorability Toward Host: 10 (Acquaintance)]

—Not bad. Ten points after all these years is pretty decent.

"What are you planning to buy?" Lu Yun turned her head and asked.

"Oh, I’ll browse around and pick up a few things."

Hearing his casual response, Lu Yun glanced at Su Yang’s outfit—clearly worth a few hundred yuan at most. Though she didn’t look down on him, she couldn’t help but doubt he could actually afford anything here.

With a hint of confusion, she asked, "Su Yang, have you shopped at LV before?"

"Nope, first time."

"Uh... do you know the prices here? The stuff isn’t exactly cheap."

Seeing the earnest look on Lu Yun’s face, Su Yang chuckled. He knew she wasn’t being condescending—just genuinely concerned he might not realize how expensive things were.

"I know, it’s fine. I came here specifically to shop," Su Yang said with a smile.

"Oh, okay. Just making sure." Lu Yun nodded, then pointed to a row of T-shirts not far ahead. "Want to check out these short sleeves? They’re all new spring-summer arrivals."

"Sure, perfect timing since it’s getting hot. I’ll grab a few to wear."

Lu Yun gave an awkward smile at his words. "Grab a few to wear"—he made it sound as casual as buying groceries.

Back in school, though she hadn’t interacted much with Su Yang, she’d heard from classmates that his family struggled financially. Rumor had it he’d even borrowed money to pay tuition for a couple of semesters.

Her own family wasn’t wealthy, but they were at least comfortably middle-class—far better off than Su Yang. So when he talked about casually picking up a few LV pieces, she couldn’t shake the feeling he had no idea what he was getting into.

Unaware of her thoughts, Su Yang had already started browsing.

A black T-shirt with the LV monogram and silhouette prints caught his eye.

He walked over and checked the price tag: ¥6,999.

‘Damn, this is expensive. Without the system, I wouldn’t stand a chance.’

"Xiao Yun, do you have this in size L?" Su Yang called out naturally.

"We do." Lu Yun didn’t react to the nickname. She walked over and pulled out an L-sized piece from stock.

"Want to try it on?"

Su Yang waved off the offered shirt. "No need. Just wrap it up for me."

"Uh... sure. I’ll pack it at checkout. For now, I’ll put it in the basket."

"Works for me." Su Yang continued browsing.