I'm Actually a Rich Second Generation

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.