"Take all of these."
This was the kind of line the sales associate had only ever encountered in the domineering CEO novels she read for fun after work.
In real life? Never.
The world wasn’t exactly overflowing with rich people who spent money without blinking—in fact, the wealthier they were, the stingier they tended to be.
Those middle-aged men who brought their mistresses to buy LV probably fantasized about slipping counterfeit bags to the sales staff, charging their side pieces full price, and then splitting the kickbacks.
Of course, that kind of thing would never actually happen. The pretty young women living off those old men had long since honed razor-sharp eyes—if nothing else, they could spot a fake luxury item from a mile away.
But Su Bai actually did it.
Not only did he declare it boldly, but he pulled out his card and paid without hesitation.
"Sir, are you sure—"
"Absolutely."
"Very well. These three are rare, discontinued pieces, nearly impossible to find on the market. They’re all first-hand stock sourced through special channels, but rest assured, every certificate is authentic and verifiable… Based on current secondary market prices, they’re valued at approximately 160,000 yuan, 200,000 yuan, and 180,000 yuan respectively. Your total comes to about 540,000 yuan."
"Got it."
Before Zhou Jialu could even process what was happening, Su Bai had already completed the payment.
Eagerly, he checked his system for the cashback notification.
[Ding! You purchased three rare LV bags for Zhou Jialu—ones she had been eyeing for ages, even setting them as a life goal to achieve before turning thirty. Who knew they’d come so soon!]
[6x cashback triggered! Reward: 3.24 million yuan!]
Nice!
Su Bai realized Zhou Jialu was his lucky charm. Whenever he was with her, the cashback multipliers seemed to hit big.
"Junior, this… this is too much!" Zhou Jialu stammered in disbelief. "You actually bought all of them?!"
"I told you, trust me. I wouldn’t overextend myself, and I’d never shortchange someone I care about."
Someone I care about…
Zhou Jialu looked at Su Bai again, her eyes now shimmering with emotion.
They’d known each other for such a short time, yet for some reason, Su Bai had a way of making her feel deeply trusted—a feeling that resonated in her soul.
Overjoyed, she hugged him tightly before letting the sales staff assist her in trying on the bags.
She handled them with cautious reverence.
After all, this was her first time touching something so extravagantly expensive.
Su Bai didn’t know much about luxury goods, but his system had an item appraisal feature.
According to its assessment, these three were indeed rare, high-value pieces in the secondary market.
The first was a collaboration handbag from the Murakami Takashi collection.
Based on LV’s classic Monogram pattern, it featured vibrant colors and artistic designs, complete with detachable straps, a golden padlock, and a bow-adorned key pouch—blending timeless elegance with playful flair.
Since Murakami’s collaboration with LV had ended, this series was now a discontinued collector’s item, rare and appreciating in value.
The second was an LVCapucines in exotic leather—nothing more needed to be said.
The third was a hardcase trunk, the same style popularized by a certain celebrity during fashion week.
These three bags represented three distinct styles—playful and casual, elegant, and vintage—each suited for different outfits.
As for which was the best? Hard to say.
Zhou Jialu had struggled to decide, so she’d left the choice to Su Bai. She never imagined he’d just buy all three.
Dropping 500,000 yuan on bags for her in one go? It sounded downright surreal.
Yet Su Bai had done it without batting an eye.
Truthfully, Su Bai wasn’t completely unfazed. A small thrill buzzed inside him.
Spending half a million in one shot was a first in his life.
More importantly, this single transaction had netted him nearly three million in return.
"Junior, you know… when I first saw this bag online, I told myself that if I ever made it big before turning thirty, I’d buy one as a reward," Zhou Jialu murmured dreamily, admiring herself in the mirror with the bag draped over her shoulder.
Then, with a hint of shyness, she glanced at Su Bai. "Does that make me pathetic?"
"Not at all. Everyone needs goals. As long as they’re not illegal or immoral, they’re worth having."
"Mmm, you’re such a sweet talker~"
Rising onto her tiptoes, she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
The blend of tenderness and allure left Su Bai thoroughly enchanted.
The sales staff politely averted their eyes, though envy threatened to split their cells apart.
Where on earth did one find a boyfriend like this—obscenely wealthy, young, and handsome?
If not for the intimidating aura of Zhou Jialu’s beauty and figure, a few of the girls in the store might have already started plotting to steal him away.
Half a million in cash? Most self-proclaimed rich people could scrape that together.
But spending it on three bags? That was next-level insanity.
The kind of thing most people would never witness in their lifetime.
After a few more moments of affectionate lingering, Zhou Jialu finally remembered they had an audience and blushed furiously.
She quickly gathered her purchases and hurried out of the store.
Just as they were about to leave, Su Bai dropped another bombshell that shattered the staff’s worldview all over again.
"Since we’re here, why not pick up a few watches too? They’d pair well with your new bags."
Wait, hold on.
Was he even speaking the same language?
What did he mean, "a few watches"?
Was this dude stocking up on Casio digital watches or something?
But given his spending habits with the bags, the staff could only assume his budget now stretched into the millions…
"Where did this guy even come from? A walking money printer?"
"No idea, but he’s good-looking and well-spoken. Probably some young master from an elite family."
"Terrifying!"
"Hey, does his family need a maid? I volunteer."
"Pfft, you? They’d want someone with a pretty smile. Maybe check a mirror first?"
"Fine, I don’t smile pretty, but at least I’m funny-looking!"
"…"
Outside, Zhou Jialu tried to dissuade him. "No more shopping, okay? I’m already more than happy with these. We’ve only just started dating, and I haven’t even done anything for you yet…"
"Alright, we’ll do it another day."
After strolling around a bit longer, they returned to their hotel.
Zhou Jialu took out the bags again, admiring herself in the mirror.
The vintage and elegant ones could wait—the colorful one was perfect for everyday wear.
She was still a college girl in her early twenties, after all. No need to force the "luxury wife" aesthetic like those influencers on Xiaohongshu.
Su Bai probably wasn’t into that either. Keeping it natural was best.
"Junior, you’ve already bought me my life’s dream. Now I’ve got nothing left to strive for. How are you going to take responsibility for that?"
Setting the bag aside, she straddled Su Bai’s lap, facing him.
His vision was promptly engulfed by the vast expanse of her bosom.
"Hmm... then don’t limit yourself to just making money. Find something you truly want to do—I support you."
Su Bai picked up his phone and immediately transferred 100,000 yuan to her.
"From now on, 100,000 a month for your allowance. That should be enough, right?"
"It’s enough, definitely enough, hehe~"
Even though she knew she should maintain some composure in this situation, Zhou Jialu couldn’t help but giggle foolishly.
Ah, life seems to have switched to easy mode now—no more stressing over jobs or saving money.
But she was also aware that becoming Su Bai’s woman came with certain obligations.
"Then I’ll tell the 4S shop tomorrow that I’m quitting. Oh, and I’m not planning to keep my Douyin account either. I’ll delete all the videos as soon as possible..."
Su Bai was taken aback. "Senior, you’re so decisive. You’ve already got everything planned out."
"Of course. Since my junior is being so good to me, I should show some determination too. After all..."
Zhou Jialu leaned close to Su Bai’s ear, planted a soft kiss, and whispered with a sultry charm:
"From now on, I’ll only be burning for you."
Hiss—
That one move was absolutely lethal. Even with his Sigma aura, Su Bai was barely holding it together.
"Senior."
"Hmm?"
"Sorry, but I’m about to do something very wrong to you!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
