Lu Yun, having just started working there not long ago, wasn’t yet familiar with the prices of these clothes.
She stole a glance and silently gasped, ‘Holy cow, 7,000 yuan? Has Su Yang become this rich after not seeing him for years?’
As she was lost in thought, Su Yang turned and handed her two T-shirts—one black and one gray.
“I’ll take these too,” Su Yang said, picking out clothes as casually as if he were grocery shopping.
“Oh… okay, sure.” Lu Yun took the clothes and sneaked another look at the price tags.
One was 5,600 yuan, the other 8,799.
Her expression flickered between shock and confusion as she stared at Su Yang’s back, muttering to herself,
“What on earth has this guy been through? If he went to college, he’d only have graduated two years ago. How could he have made this much money in just two years? This is way too weird.”
Su Yang had no idea his actions had inadvertently piqued Lu Yun’s curiosity.
He was too busy enjoying himself—this was the first time in his life he could shop so freely, so he barely paid attention to Lu Yun behind him.
Soon, he picked out two more T-shirts, two shirt jackets, two pairs of LV classic sneakers, a pair of jeans, a pair of casual pants, and a men’s backpack.
By now, Lu Yun was utterly stunned. In her mind, Su Yang had always been that broke student.
The pile of items he was buying had to cost at least 100,000 yuan. The sheer contrast only deepened her curiosity.
And Su Yang didn’t seem the least bit bothered—in fact, he looked thrilled.
Well, people who could casually drop money on LV either had so much wealth they didn’t care about a hundred grand, or they were desperately trying to show off and took forever to pick a single item.
Clearly, Su Yang was the former.
After finishing his selections, the two headed to the checkout counter. Lu Yun eyed the mountain of clothes on the counter—this sale would earn her a hefty commission.
Though she was intensely curious about Su Yang, the thought of the money made her happy too.
With a bright smile, she walked to the lounge area, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to Su Yang. “Here, have some water.”
“Thanks,” Su Yang said politely as he took it.
“Is this really your first time shopping at LV?” Lu Yun asked casually.
“Yep,” Su Yang replied after taking a sip. “Never been here before. Too expensive—couldn’t afford it. Heh.”
“So… what changed?”
Su Yang grinned. “What if I told you I won five million in the lottery? Would you believe me?”
“Uh…”
“Hahaha, just kidding! Actually, I’m a secret rich kid. My parents pretended we were poor when I was in school—total act.”
Lu Yun found that even harder to believe than the lottery story. She forced an awkward laugh. “You’re… serious?”
“Dead serious. I didn’t find out until after graduation. I was so mad I almost ran away from home.”
“But then I realized I’d be broke if I left, so I sucked it up. After being lied to for so long, I figured I’d better spend their money—no way I’m letting them off easy!”
Su Yang spun his tale effortlessly, almost convincing himself.
He’d considered saying he was in business or something, but since he’d likely keep running into Lu Yun, he figured the “rich kid” cover would explain why he never seemed to work.
Lu Yun studied his earnest expression and started wavering between doubt and belief.
“Sir?” The cashier interrupted their conversation.
“Yes, ready to pay?” Su Yang turned to her.
“Of course. You’ve purchased five T-shirts, two jackets, two pairs of sneakers, two pairs of pants, and one men’s backpack, totaling [amount] yuan. Will you be paying by card or WeChat?”
“WeChat,” Su Yang said, pulling out his phone and scanning the payment code.
Beep. Payment successful.
Lu Yun swallowed hard.
Su Yang took the bags from the cashier and smiled at Lu Yun. “Alright, I’ll get going then. Let’s catch up sometime?”
“Oh… sure.” Lu Yun felt an odd flutter of nerves—she wasn’t sure why.
As Su Yang turned to leave, she hurried ahead to hold the door open for him.
“Thanks! See you around!” Su Yang headed toward the curb, arms loaded with shopping bags.
Watching him walk away, Lu Yun’s cheeks flushed. Suddenly, she called out, “Su Yang!”
“Hmm? What’s up?” He turned to see her jogging toward him.
“We… never swapped contact info,” she said shyly.
“Oh! Right! My bad—I said we’d stay in touch but didn’t even get your number. Haha, here, let’s add each other on WeChat.”
He tried to free a hand for his phone, but the bags made it tricky.
Spotting his car nearby, he grinned. “My ride’s over there. Let me drop these off first—give me two minutes.”
He dashed off.
Lu Yun, face still warm, nodded and followed. This was the first time in years she’d asked someone for their contact info.
Sure, Su Yang wasn’t a stranger, but they hadn’t seen each other in five or six years, and even back in school, they’d barely spoken.
Today, in just half an hour, they’d talked more than in all three years of high school combined.
She realized Su Yang had changed—he was more outgoing now, and she liked the vibe.
She hadn’t planned to ask for his WeChat, but when he didn’t bring it up, an inexplicable urge pushed her.
If she didn’t get his info now, she might never see him again.
Blushing, she trailed after him.
Then she saw it—a sleek sports car. Su Yang was leaning in, arranging the bags inside.
Her lips parted. Even with no knowledge of cars, the design screamed luxury. She stepped closer and spotted “911 Turbo S” on the rear.
She didn’t know what “Turbo S” meant, but “911” was unmistakable.
In that moment, she fully believed Su Yang’s earlier claim.
After stowing the bags, Su Yang turned to her with a smile. “All set. Let’s add WeChat.” He pulled out his phone.
“I’ll scan you,” she said.
“Oh… okay.”
Beep.
Once they’d connected, Lu Yun suddenly said, “You spent over 100,000 today—that’s the biggest sale I’ve had since starting here. Thanks for that.”
Su Yang waved his hand dismissively. "Hey, no need to thank me. Even if you hadn’t shown me around, someone else would have. It just means we’re fated to meet! Hahaha."
His words instantly made Lu Yun’s fair cheeks flush red again.
She glanced at Su Yang with a smile. "Well, you did bring me a pretty decent commission. How about I treat you to a meal sometime?"
"Sure thing! How could I refuse an invitation from the class belle?" Su Yang teased.
"Class belle? That was just something our classmates used to call me back then," Lu Yun protested shyly.
"Hey, no matter how many years pass, you’ll always be the class belle—that’s just a fact. And honestly, if there’d been a school beauty pageant back then, you might’ve been crowned campus belle instead!"
"Ugh, you’re making me blush!" Lu Yun lowered her head, her face warm with embarrassment.
Su Yang laughed heartily. "I mean it! That’s just how I see it."
"Alright, I won’t keep you any longer. Head on back—and I’ll be waiting for that meal, heh. See you!"
Lu Yun nodded, her lips curving into a sweet, charming smile. "Sure, go ahead. We’ll talk later."
"OK!" Su Yang gave her a wave as he turned and walked to his car. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he revved the engine and sped off with effortless cool.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
