How Rich Is My Senior's Boyfriend

Some time ago, at the school cafeteria.

"Senior, over here!"

Liu Yuanyuan, who had secured a seat in advance, waved enthusiastically to greet Zhou Jialu.

The graceful figure walking over effortlessly drew countless admiring glances.

Liu Yuanyuan couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. Ah, if only she were as beautiful as Zhou Jialu—then surely a crowd of high-quality guys would be swarming around her.

She could take her time, pick and choose at leisure, and secure her ideal partner before graduation.

Unlike now, where after a whole year as a freshman, all the guys she’d met were either lacking in looks or came from struggling families—hardly appetizing options.

Well, to be fair, Xue Tao wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes either.

But she could hold her nose and make do for now.

After all, there weren’t any better choices at the moment.

Liu Yuanyuan believed a girl’s youth was fleeting—she had to seize the moment to enjoy life while keeping an eye out for greener pastures. That was the optimal strategy.

Xue Tao was just her temporary stepping stone.

But Senior Zhou, it seemed, didn’t even need a stepping stone.

She’d once said she’d never met anyone she truly liked.

Sigh. Beautiful women really did have high standards.

Just as Liu Yuanyuan was lost in thought, Zhou Jialu approached.

Only then did Liu Yuanyuan notice the bag slung over her shoulder.

Vibrant and colorful, it was eye-catching without being tacky, exuding a unique artistic flair.

It perfectly matched Zhou Jialu’s lively and warm personality.

"Wow, senior, is that a new bag? It’s gorgeous!"

"Mhm." Zhou Jialu blushed slightly. "My boyfriend gave it to me."

"??"

Liu Yuanyuan’s eyes widened in shock.

Wait, hold on.

She’d just been musing about how Zhou Jialu never dated, and now she was being told her senior had a boyfriend?

Guess the elders were right—there was something downright uncanny about Jiangcheng.

"No way, seriously? Senior, when did you get a boyfriend? This feels so sudden."

"Ah, I know, right? It’s all a bit sudden… Let’s sit down first. I’ll grab some food, and we can talk while we eat."

"Okay, okay! I’ll be waiting for all the juicy details!"

Liu Yuanyuan nodded eagerly, sitting straight with a face full of gossipy anticipation.

Just how exceptional must this guy be to have won over Senior Zhou so quickly?

Soon, Zhou Jialu returned with a plate of greens.

No rice, even.

She’d eaten seafood with Su Bai for lunch and was still full, so she’d keep dinner light to avoid gaining weight.

Though she took pride in her curvaceous figure, she didn’t want to overdo it—some parts still needed to stay slim.

"Senior, first question—your boyfriend’s loaded, right?"

The question was classic Liu Yuanyuan.

During their late-night dorm chats, she’d often emphasized that her future boyfriend absolutely had to be wealthy.

In her eyes, financial status was a man’s core value. As long as the money was there, she could tolerate shortcomings in looks, personality, or education.

"Well…" Zhou Jialu nodded shyly, aware it might sound a bit gold-diggerish. But since she’d brought this Takashi Murakami collaboration bag back, she’d clearly intended to show it off.

"I knew it! That’s an LV, right? And it looks expensive—I think I’ve seen it somewhere before. Hang on, let me check…"

Liu Yuanyuan frantically tapped on her phone.

Suddenly, her whole body stiffened. Clutching her mouth, she let out a shriek.

"Oh my god, senior! Is this that ultra-exclusive collab? It’s discontinued now, and resale prices go for over 150,000 yuan… Holy crap, this is the first time I’ve seen a bag this expensive in real life!"

"Yuanyuan, calm down. You’re scaring people."

Zhou Jialu wore a look of practiced nonchalance, secretly reveling in the thrill of flaunting. Casually, she added,

"He’s… comfortably well-off. Today, after we made it official, he insisted on buying it for me. I didn’t really want it, but he said carrying this would scare off other suitors… Heh."

"Oof, that actually makes sense!"

As an aspiring trophy wife, Liu Yuanyuan immediately grasped the logic.

A bag at this price point was purely a rich person’s indulgence—its practical value couldn’t possibly justify the cost.

But Zhou Jialu’s usual spending habits were firmly in the average-girl range. Suddenly rocking a 160,000-yuan bag would scream "I’m dating someone insanely wealthy."

"Ah, but senior, won’t being so open about it invite nasty rumors? Like… people saying you’re with some old, balding sugar daddy?"

Liu Yuanyuan’s concern reflected a common societal assumption.

These days, it’s harder than ever for young people to climb the ladder.

Rich heirs exist, but they’re rare.

And most aren’t this extravagant.

The general perception is that female students "sponsored" by wealthy men are usually paired with middle-aged—or even elderly—potbellied tycoons.

Zhou Jialu laughed breezily. "Let them talk. I’ll just enjoy my life."

Liu Yuanyuan’s eyes lit up with realization. "Senior, the way you’re talking… your boyfriend must be impressive in other ways too?"

"Yeah. He’s… pretty good-looking."

Zhou Jialu downplayed it slightly.

No need to give Liu Yuanyuan a heart attack right here in the cafeteria.

This was her only close friend at school—if she collapsed from shock, Zhou Jialu would be devastated.

Once Liu Yuanyuan had calmed down a bit, Zhou Jialu continued, "And he’s younger than me."

"!!!"

Now Liu Yuanyuan was truly floored.

After looking up the bag’s price, she’d already assumed Zhou Jialu’s boyfriend had to be at least in his late twenties, if not pushing thirty.

Most likely a thirtysomething or even older.

Dropping 160,000 yuan casually suggested a monthly disposable income in the hundreds of thousands.

Liu Yuanyuan had guessed he was the owner of a high-flying company, probably from a well-connected family.

But the answer she got was staggering!

Younger than Zhou Jialu?

Did that mean he was still a college student?

No way. That was just… unreal.

Liu Yuanyuan had done her homework on the school’s rich kids—their monthly allowances, and the family wealth those amounts implied.

She’d discussed it with finance-savvy seniors and scoured Xiaohongshu for insights.

High-net-worth families often gave their kids allowances exceeding 10,000 yuan.

But beyond that, parents usually monitored spending closely, either requiring explanations for large sums or issuing credit cards under their own names to track every transaction.

Maybe the upper limit for freely disposable cash stretched to 50,000 or even 100,000 yuan—but that would require an even wealthier family backing it.

But asking a rich second-generation to spend 160,000 yuan on a bag for his girlfriend?

Come on, even his mother might not splurge on such a luxury!

Being able to afford it is one thing, but whether he’s willing to indulge in such extravagance is another.

And this is just a mere gift, after all.

Putting it all together, the senior's boyfriend’s monthly allowance starts at a million yuan.

After sorting out her thoughts, Liu Yuanyuan had an epiphany.

No wonder Zhou Jialu had been wearing that sweet, radiant smile since the moment they met.

Life was indeed about to get a whole lot sweeter!