Nowadays, even gold diggers are starting to compete fiercely.

"President Su, is today's breakfast to your liking?"

While Su Bai was dining at the Chinese restaurant in the Yashige Plaza, the stewardess, dressed in a tailored suit and pencil skirt, came to check on him.

Standing at 1.7 meters tall with a decent figure, the fitted blazer and body-hugging skirt accentuated her curves perfectly.

On her wrist was an emerald-green watch, coincidentally the same brand as Su Bai's—Audemars Piguet.

A woman like this would have been categorized by Su Bai as someone to "keep at a respectful distance"—the type who seemed worlds apart from ordinary circles.

However, lately, Su Bai had seen her several times, always during his meals at the Chinese restaurant, where she would strike up conversations with him.

She was part of Yashige's service staff, assigned to liaise with Su Bai, handle miscellaneous tasks, and fulfill his requests.

But since breakfast had already been arranged, there was really no need for her to personally come by again. Unnecessary.

Su Bai studied her large, fluttering eyes and meticulously applied makeup, mentally picturing what she might look like beneath it all.

Average.

By now, Su Bai had learned to estimate how much a girl's looks would drop once the makeup came off.

This was purely a matter of accumulated experience—easier than grinding through high school problem sets.

Most people just didn’t have enough opportunities to see "pretty girls" without their makeup.

He pulled up his system panel—sure enough!

She didn’t meet the S-tier beauty standard.

Su Bai felt a surge of smug satisfaction, as if he’d just aced a test.

There was a childish streak in him—he enjoyed playing guessing games and then using the system to verify whether he was right.

A glance at the other details on the panel… 11 romantic relationships?

Hard pass.

"Stewardess, your name is… Xiao Li, right?"

"...It’s Little Ya."

"My apologies. I’ve met too many people lately—easy to mix up names."

"Haha, no worries! A distinguished man like you must have a million things on his mind. It’s totally understandable."

The woman smiled ingratiatingly, unconsciously inching closer to Su Bai.

In response, Su Bai picked up his chair and scooted away from her.

The legs of the chair scraped against the carpet with a sharp hiss.

Everything in Yashige’s private clubs was luxuriously furnished, and while the sound of fabric friction might grate on the ears, to this woman, it was undeniably unpleasant.

Little Ya’s face flushed with embarrassment.

"Little Ya, I prefer to eat in peace. You can go attend to your own tasks."

"Ah… Of course. Sorry for disturbing you."

"Also, have the kitchen prepare another serving. I’ll call someone from home to join me."

"Understood. I’ll arrange it right away."

Little Ya forced a professional smile, clasped her hands in front of her waist, gave a slight bow, and walked away in her high heels.

Her lips twisted slightly.

So much for "preferring peace and quiet"—now he was inviting someone else to eat with him.

It was just a polite way of telling her to leave.

She could tell—Su Bai wasn’t interested in her.

Sigh.

She’d thought that with a new guest moving into the Shanshui Duplex, and her being assigned as the exclusive stewardess, she might finally have a shot at wooing a wealthy man.

Turns out his standards were sky-high.

The image of that impossibly curvaceous woman flashed in her mind, and her expression darkened.

Ugh. That woman had it all—flawless looks, a sweet and obedient demeanor, and she even took on the role of a dutiful housekeeper unprompted.

These days, even gold diggers had to overachieve.

The workplace was brutal.

......

"Wow, this looks amazing…"

Su Bai had guessed right—Zhou Jialu was already awake, yawning slightly as she entered the dining area.

She wore a silk nightgown that covered her modestly yet exuded elegance—sexy but tasteful.

Su Bai couldn’t help but admire her.

A woman who knew her boundaries.

She understood what to wear and when, how to make a man proud without crossing into vulgarity.

Born to be a high-society wife.

"I thought it tasted good, so I called you over to try it, Senior."

"Hehe~ You’re the best, Junior~"

Zhou Jialu hugged him and planted a few kisses on his cheek before sitting down.

She glanced around, looking slightly uneasy.

"What’s wrong?"

"Ah, it’s just… I’m not used to this. It’s so upscale—having a members-only restaurant and a private chef making breakfast first thing in the morning…"

"It’s not that exclusive. Yashige is expensive, but there are plenty of residents. Even the lowest-tier rooms can order from the Chinese restaurant—they just have to pay extra."

Su Bai’s Shanshui Duplex cost over a million a year.

Naturally, places like the restaurant, gym, and pool didn’t charge him extra.

"If you want real exclusivity, I’d need to find a girl who’s an amazing cook and have her prepare meals just for me?"

"Just for cooking?"

"If she wants more, I wouldn’t say no. Let things flow naturally."

Su Bai shrugged, utterly unbothered.

Completely transparent.

Zhou Jialu giggled and playfully teased Su Bai for a while, dragging out the meal.

Su Bai had classes to attend, so he didn’t stay to finish eating with her. After kissing her a few times mid-meal, he headed off to campus.

School was still a priority.

This time, he didn’t take the Mercedes GLE—instead, he drove the Panamera.

The Panamera was great for daily drives anyway. Besides, he’d been driving the GLE for a while and was getting a little bored… Well, not really bored—it was too soon for that.

The problem was that Su Bai had too many new cars. Buying them was an indulgence with no consequences, so the novelty wore off quickly.

Whether humans were fickle by nature depended on their circumstances.

Take ancient emperors with their harems of three thousand—they probably got bored after one night.

Sigh!

......

South District Parking Lot, Jiangcheng University.

A slightly weathered Cayenne rolled slowly down the road.

Xue Tao, the driver, had dark circles under his eyes and looked exhausted.

Following an agreement with his dad, he’d taken the car in for maintenance, and his father had told him to pick it up early this morning.

The timing was ridiculous—what college student in their right mind woke up at 6 a.m. to retrieve a car?

But that was just how middle-aged and elderly people operated—early to bed, early to rise.

Xue Tao had no choice but to comply.

To his surprise, Liu Yuanyuan had also woken up unusually early. After her morning jog, she happened to run into Xue Tao as he drove back, and he offered to take her for a spin around campus.

Liu Yuanyuan agreed.

This was definitely a step up from the Magotan.

Once inside the car, her mood lifted.

Hmm, she even felt motivated enough to snap a few photos for her social media.

Of course, the photos would feature only the Cayenne—Xue Tao wouldn’t make the cut.

Liu Yuanyuan pulled out her phone, switched to selfie mode, and put on her signature "pretty girl" smile, testing out a few angles.

Xue Tao leaned in, trying to sneak into the frame.

She promptly shoved him away.

"Stop moving. I’m taking pictures."

"Oh."

Xue Tao was disappointed.

He couldn’t help but think back to the photos Su Bai had taken with girls during their holiday trip up the mountain.

Those girls had practically glued themselves to Su Bai, fighting for his attention.

The contrast with how Liu Yuanyuan treated him was stark.

Damn it, so even switching to a Cayenne doesn’t do the trick?

Weren’t they saying the Cayenne was the ultimate chick magnet?