All these limited editions, I'll take them

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."