After walking a few steps along the street, Su Bai suddenly spotted an LV store.
Ah, Louis Vuitton—a name he'd long heard about.
Probably quite the luxurious brand in girls' eyes.
Su Bai knew nothing about luxury goods. Before college, his life had revolved around studying, gaming, and binge-watching silly videos.
Honestly, most guys his age were like that—just basic components of the hardworking masses.
But in girls' eyes, such men were boring, even "shrimp-headed" (a term for dull, unremarkable guys).
How infuriating!
The only reason Su Bai had some vague recognition of LV was because back in middle school, out of sheer boredom, he'd flipped through a Guo Jingming novel his deskmate brought.
The endless name-dropping of luxury brands had shocked his innocent young mind.
LV stuck in his memory simply because its name and logo were the simplest.
There was another reason.
Back in his hometown, the girl living across from him—his same-age neighbor who'd attended the same schools since kindergarten—could be considered something of a childhood friend.
That summer, she'd chattered endlessly about saving up from part-time jobs to buy an LV bag.
What became of that plan? Who knew... That girl had abruptly cut ties with Su Bai in August over some inexplicable conflict.
Su Bai felt nothing about it.
In fact, it wasn't until this moment, seeing the LV store, that he even remembered the incident.
Su Bai then recalled the new system function recently unlocked.
He'd already tested it when buying pastries for his senior—spent over a hundred, got five hundred back. It definitely worked.
Noticing Zhou Jialu also eyeing the store—specifically the items on the mannequins in the display window, her eyes sparkling—Su Bai acted.
"Senior, let's go browse inside?" Su Bai casually wrapped an arm around her slender waist, speaking plainly, "I'll buy you a bag."
"Huh?" Zhou Jialu blinked, then waved her hands dismissively, "No need! My current bag works fine, and it's not like I have any occasion that demands an LV..."
"If there's no occasion, we'll make one. Come on!"
Temporarily ignoring her protests, Su Bai pulled her inside.
"Welcome to Louis Vuitton. Will you be shopping for your girlfriend today, sir?"
A sales associate greeted them with a polite smile.
No clichéd "looking down on poor customers" scenario unfolded.
Mainly because Su Bai carried himself with such casual confidence—nothing like those penniless students who just came to gawk.
Though his outfit was simple, these days you couldn't judge wealth by clothing alone.
You had to consider the whole package.
Moreover, the woman beside him—young, beautiful, effortlessly sexy—made even this saleswoman (accustomed to seeing pretty faces) do a double take.
Far superior to those plastic-surgery-filled internet celebrities, she was a natural-born enchantress.
Logically speaking, any man who could have such a stunning woman clinging to him must possess considerable means.
"Yes, picking a bag for her," Su Bai stated generously.
"Excellent, sir. Any specific requirements? A budget range would help too. Our Jiangcheng location carries LV's most complete inventory—we have options at every price point suitable for the young lady."
"What do you think?" Su Bai asked Zhou Jialu.
After some thought, she replied without pretense: "If we're buying, best choose something with high resale value—like the classic monogram prints. Easier to sell secondhand, haha. Though I suppose you wouldn't need to consider that, junior."
"True enough."
"Alternatively, if there happen to be any rare limited editions available..."
"Let's go with limited editions then. Satisfies that collector's urge."
Decision made, Su Bai turned to the associate: "Show us whatever limited editions you have in stock with low market availability. Budget-wise, anything under a million is fine."
"Certainly, sir."
The saleswoman didn't take the "million budget" claim seriously.
But she showed no trace of disdain.
Maintaining her professional smile, she guided them to several recently arrived rare pieces.
Prices ranged from ten thousand to over a hundred thousand yuan.
The key was offering customers ample choice—even if they ultimately picked the cheapest option while pretending money was no object, you had to indulge their fantasy.
So the saleswoman wisely reasoned.
After all, since the man was paying, why risk losing a sale by not letting him show off? He might just take his business to another luxury brand.
This... was the way of this store's top sales associate!
Her estimate? This young man would probably settle for something around fifty thousand for his girlfriend.
At his age, definitely a rich second or third-generation spending family money—no way would the amounts be astronomical.
Jiangcheng was, after all, a standard second-tier city.
Not like Beijing or Shanghai where the wealthy were everywhere.
The average monthly disposable cash flow for so-called young masters here might reach fifty thousand yuan at most—and that would already indicate substantial family wealth.
Moreover, that "fifty thousand" covered all expenses, with only a portion spent on women.
The saleswoman's assessment came from years of boutique experience.
Yet Su Bai existed beyond conventional expectations.
Leaning close to Zhou Jialu's ear, he murmured: "Senior, listen to me—ignore prices, just pick what you love."
"...Junior, I know you're very pleased with me and incredibly generous, but what they're showing us are accidentally acquired rare limited editions—not the kind you can get for twenty or thirty thousand. The good ones cost over two hundred thousand..."
"Two hundred thousand it is then, if you like it. You know my family's principles—aside from raising me 'poor' before college, there's another rule: never mistreat your woman. Doing so would disgrace the family honor."
Su Bai delivered this with complete seriousness.
Zhou Jialu stared, utterly dazzled.
Her imagination ran wild again.
My god, this junior might be even more unfathomably impressive than she'd initially thought...
Truthfully, every limited edition the saleswoman presented were items Zhou Jialu had coveted after seeing them on Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book).
Clothes, bags, jewelry—these were things Zhou Jialu genuinely adored.
She freely admitted being a vain, superficial, materialistic girl.
Better to acknowledge it honestly—wasn't that the unspoken truth about most people anyway? They just refused to admit it.
How many truly spiritually rich, profound individuals existed anyway?
Material desires weren't inherently bad—as long as you kept them in check.
Stay chaste, don't mess around; maintain self-respect, don't play the field—that was her philosophy.
Having already decided on Su Bai, Zhou Jialu—though finding this situation surreal—resolved to follow his lead.
"This one, this... and this! Okay, junior can choose any of these three."
"You pick. You're the one carrying it, not me."
"Ah, but you'll be looking at it too! Shouldn't we make sure it pleases your eyes as well?"
Zhou Jialu grasped Su Bai's hand, her tone turning slightly coquettish.
That coy, girlish demeanor of hers pleased Su Bai immensely.
Without hesitation, he waved his hand and declared, "I'll take all three of these. Charge it to my card."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
