Let's not talk about those who buy cars purely to show off.
For normal people, there's always a direct correlation between their cars and their assets.
Even for rich kids who blow their parents' money on cars, their budget still aligns with their family's financial status.
Not to mention the costs of maintenance and repairs.
Plus, a child's car would never be more expensive than their parents'.
Given all this, just how wealthy must Su Bai's parents be?
Originally, Xue Tao had clung to some sour-grapes hope, but now, with indirect confirmation from Liu Chen'ang, Su Bai's identity as an ultra-rich young master was practically set in stone.
The thought sent a cold sweat down Xue Tao's back.
Come to think of it, hadn’t he offended Su Bai way too many times when talking to him in the dorm?
Would Su Bai hold a grudge?
After all, this was someone Liu Chen'ang addressed as "Brother Bai."
Of course, the real reason Yangyang called him that was because she felt a big-brother-like warmth from Su Bai.
Well, warmth in both the emotional and physical sense…
But Xue Tao was completely oblivious to these details.
All he knew was that Su Bai was terrifying!
He had disguised himself as an ordinary working-class student, blending in and joking around with everyone—only to reveal his true financial power when it was time to pick up girls… Wait, no, not even his true power!
As far as Xue Tao could tell, aside from Liu Chen'ang and insiders like himself, no one else seemed aware of Su Bai's terrifying background.
Returning to the booth, Xue Tao looked visibly distracted.
He wasn’t the type to hide his emotions—most of the time, his thoughts were written all over his face.
In contrast, Liu Yuanyuan had much better composure.
Even though it was her first time at a lounge bar, she acted like a seasoned regular.
That’s right—Liu Yuanyuan had tagged along tonight as Xue Tao’s plus-one.
Though when it came to toasting Liu Chen'ang, she had no right to join. No right at all.
So she was stuck sitting awkwardly in the booth.
Still, for Liu Yuanyuan, snapping photos of the dance floor and soaking in the atmosphere was enough to show off on social media.
The table also had a few other couples, all from families with similar financial standing to Xue Tao’s.
Right now, the girls were chatting enthusiastically.
Though calling them "girls" wasn’t entirely accurate—the age range was pretty wide, from eighteen to twenty-eight.
The twenty-eight-year-old was especially baffling. She’d been brought by the son of a minor real estate developer—a guy who was only twenty-three himself. What he saw in a woman five years older was anyone’s guess.
After mingling with the group, Liu Yuanyuan realized Xue Tao was barely scraping into this circle.
In fact, he was probably the least impressive at the table.
No wonder these women were decked out in luxury brands, dripping with flashy jewelry, and exuding high-class vibes from head to toe.
One of them was even a cosplayer Liu Yuanyuan had seen on the Douyin-like app "Yinfu."
Not a major celebrity, but still somewhat well-known—the kind who could draw a crowd if she hosted an event at Jiangcheng University.
Liu Yuanyuan discreetly pulled out her phone, pulled up the cosplayer’s videos, and compared them to the real person…
Well, let’s just say the resemblance was nonexistent.
If the woman hadn’t introduced herself and bragged about her follower count to the table, Liu Yuanyuan would’ve doubted they were the same person.
Hell, even a die-hard fan wouldn’t recognize her!
Forget about looks—at least the cosplayer’s bracelets, earrings, pendants, and… wait, ankle chains? Seriously?
Liu Yuanyuan struggled to keep a straight face.
If memory served, this woman’s boyfriend was a three-hundred-pound behemoth.
Yeah, the cosplay life came with sacrifices.
Still, Liu Yuanyuan couldn’t help feeling like a dusty peasant compared to these glamorous women.
Sigh. Next to real money, Xue Tao was nothing.
At least she rarely ran into these high-maintenance types on campus—and even if she did, they moved in completely different circles.
So at least she wouldn’t have to endure this kind of humiliation at school.
To Liu Yuanyuan, being outclassed in material wealth was downright embarrassing.
She could even detect the thinly veiled disdain in these women’s eyes as they spoke to her—disdain they made sure to let slip just enough to sting.
"Oh, by the way," the cosplayer suddenly turned to Liu Yuanyuan after a brief lull in conversation.
"You go to Jiangcheng University, right? I heard your school’s anime club is pretty impressive. I’ve run into them at conventions a few times."
"Ah, yeah, I guess. But I don’t know much about the anime club."
"Your school seems super into anime culture! Lately, I keep seeing this viral video of a really handsome guy who bought a custom Panamera with an anime girl laser-etched onto the trunk. So creative~"
Sis, was it really about the creativity?
Or was it the damn Panamera?
Liu Yuanyuan resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
From the cosplayer’s abrupt and nonsensical segue, she sensed trouble brewing.
Sure enough, the woman flashed an ingratiating smile.
"That guy’s name is Su Bai, right? He seems like such a fun person. Do you know him?"
Liu Yuanyuan: "..."
Wow. This woman was straight-up fishing for Su Bai’s contact info.
Good thing her sugar daddy was off toasting Liu Chen'ang—if he’d heard this, his face would’ve turned green.
Men were possessive creatures, after all.
Xue Tao got jealous over Su Bai all the time.
Not that Liu Yuanyuan could blame him—Su Bai’s charisma was just too overwhelming.
It was like when a stunning woman walked down the street; men couldn’t help but sneak glances.
"Sorry, I don’t really know Su Bai," Liu Yuanyuan lied without hesitation.
As if she’d hand over his contact info. Yeah, right.
She did have him added, but why would she share it with some random woman? Who the hell did she think she was?
"Oh, what a shame… I’d love to befriend a guy who’s into anime."
"Wait, doesn’t your job already put you around anime fans all the time?" Liu Yuanyuan asked.
The cosplayer pouted. "Those are just gross otaku. Campus guys are way more refreshing to hang out with."
Not "refreshing."
Just rich.
Because money automatically made you "refreshing."
Pretty sure your man is the opposite of refreshing—dude’s like 5’7” and pushing 300 pounds…
Liu Yuanyuan forced a smile while screaming internally.
"Actually, from what I’ve heard, Su Bai’s pretty aloof. He doesn’t usually add random girls."
"Oh, come on. All men are horndogs. No one’s truly aloof—he probably just has high standards and ignores girls who aren’t pretty enough."
With that, the COSer even shot Liu Yuanyuan a sarcastic glance.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
