In fact, Yangyang's reaction to Su Bai's looks wasn't even the most exaggerated.
After all, how should I put it?
She had already experienced even more... ahem intimate things with Su Bai, so in a way, she'd become desensitized.
The ones truly stunned were the women seeing Su Bai in person for the first time.
The impact of a short video clip couldn't even compare to the real-life effect.
"Damn, this guy is unreal. Feels even hotter than the male celebs I saw at concerts. What did he eat growing up to end up looking like this…"
In the distance, Chen Jie's roommate stared intently at the direction where Su Bai had disappeared, muttering to herself.
Her face had already taken on a slightly infatuated expression.
The guys you meet at nightclubs aren’t lacking in those who dress well, but most could be categorized as "vibe-dependent handsome"—which basically means not handsome.
Just relying on outfits to fake it.
As for the rich dudes flashing cash? Most are downright hard to look at, let alone consider kissing.
You just tolerate them for survival.
A top-tier catch like Su Bai—tall, rich, and handsome—won’t come around again.
This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
An inexplicable sense of mission surged in the young woman’s heart.
Chen Jie, however, stayed level-headed: "Heh, don’t get too excited. Let me be blunt… this kid plays around a lot at school. Campus beauties line up for him one after another. If you catch feelings and try to date him, you’ll just end up a clown."
"Huh? That extreme?" Her friend pouted in disappointment. "Are we really that far behind? I feel like we’ve got our own charm compared to those campus girls."
"Oh, the schoolgirls are innocent, you say? Well, let me ask you this—are those schoolgirls as spicy as us?"
Everyone knows rich guys have their… unique little preferences. Student girls are inexperienced and shy—they might not meet those needs.
Chen Jie scoffed. "Pfft, you’re overthinking it. Let me show you one of Su Bai’s girlfriends. Check this out—this girl also goes to Jiangcheng University. She used to be a small-time influencer but deleted all her videos. Luckily, some clips got saved by netizens."
Mysteriously, Chen Jie pulled up a video on her phone.
The quality wasn’t great, but even so, the girl in it was undeniably gifted.
Not a hint of suggestive content, yet radiating allure.
Her friend’s jaw dropped slightly. After a long pause, she deflated.
"Damn, Su Bai eats well."
"Meh," she reflexively retorted. "Douyin filters are insane. Max them out, and I’d look just like her."
"……"
Really just like her?
Chen Jie had her doubts.
But bravado aside, the friend ultimately took Chen Jie’s advice.
The plan was simple: once Su Bai and the other young masters settled in, the nightclub girls would get their chance to enter the SVIP booth one by one and… present themselves to the esteemed guests.
This was a staple at high-end clubs. Of course, some guests preferred picking partners from the dance floor—the atmosphere girls had their appeal too. It was all about mutual interest.
After that? Well, fate decided. Hitting it off could mean an afterparty and a hotel trip.
At the end of the day, nightclub girls knew how to tailor their approach.
Chen Jie was determined to seize this chance to meet Su Bai.
After seeing him in person, she instantly switched tactics—this guy was even more premium than the rumors. She needed a showstopper move to grab his attention.
Which led her to her roommate’s secret weapon:
Lu Yuning’s designs.
"Ningning, change of plans."
"Huh?"
"Do you have anything… more anime-style? Did you bring any? We’re switching outfits early."
Lu Yuning rubbed her eyes, her clueless face scrunching in confusion.
Honestly, she could tell her roommates weren’t fans of her designs—maybe too avant-garde, too far from mainstream tastes, or just not luxury-brand enough for them.
Why the sudden change?
Chen Jie didn’t bother explaining. Her logic was clear:
According to the rumors, Su Bai had unique tastes. Unlike other rich kids obsessed with influencer faces or models, he leaned toward anime aesthetics.
Even his Panamera had a custom Wooden Cabinet Band laser decal.
Word was he’d joined Jiangcheng University’s anime club and even attended a recent comic con.
Dude was genuinely into this stuff.
As a gold digger, rule one was: cater to his preferences.
So Chen Jie dragged her friend toward the restroom in a frenzy.
They had to overhaul their looks before the grand opening ceremony.
She’d already noticed—many competitors on-site were wearing cosplay outfits instead of their usual luxury-brand armor.
What did that mean?
They were all targeting Su Bai’s tastes!
Thankfully, she wasn’t too late…
——
"Su Bai, man, thanks for showing up! The owner’s kinda like family to me. Obviously, it’s no match for clubs in first-tier cities, but in Jiangcheng? This is the spot to party…"
After Yangyang fled, claiming she’d "embarrass herself by blushing," Su Bai wandered around the second floor and soon ran into an acquaintance:
Wu Hanyu, the local rich kid who’d recently sold him the tennis court.
Thanks to that deal, Wu Hanyu had connected with Su Bai—the mysterious new tycoon known for spending like water, eccentric tastes, and an unfathomable background. In every way, Su Bai was a prime friend to have.
Luckily, Wu Hanyu’s personality and vibe clicked with Su Bai too. No spoiled-rich-kid arrogance, just enthusiasm and a bit of goofiness.
Which led Su Bai to ask the burning question:
"Hey, Wu… why does tonight’s vibe feel off from what I expected?"
"How so?"
"Kinda feels like a comic con… Why are so many girls dressed in cosplay?"
This was unexpected. Normally, at these decadent venues, you’d expect head-to-toe luxury brands—Hermès, Chanel, the works.
But in just a short time, Su Bai had spotted multiple girls in Japanese-style JK uniforms, mimicking popular school anime looks.
That wasn’t too weird—JK outfits with thigh-highs were a common fashion choice. But then he’d even seen girls in exposed fantasy battle anime getups…
Was this a secret anime-themed club?
No way…
Hearing Su Bai’s confusion, Wu Hanyu smirked knowingly.
ial death, also known as "shè sǐ" in Chinese, generally refers to... well, never mind, it's not important. My name is Ye Cheng, and I'm about to experience social death firsthand. ... 【Host, your mission is to confess your love to the young lady of the Dongfang family, the current student council president, in a way that will be unforgettable for everyone at the freshman ceremony!】 【Host, assist the girl with a sprained ankle in front of you to reach the infirmary, and fulfill the wicked thoughts in your heart!】 【Host, act on your desires and punish the arrogant young lady before you mercilessly!】 【Host, follow your instincts—abandon shameful surrender, begging, or groveling, and ruthlessly criticize the domineering, ill-mannered young lady in front of you!】 【Host...】 Ye Cheng: "Here, here, you take this host role—I quit!" Wait, why is the girl with a sprained ankle the daughter of a mafia boss? And what kind of punishment method is this for the arrogant young lady? Also, who the heck said anything about wicked thoughts in my heart? Come out here, let’s settle this one-on-one!!! ... The haughty student council president, the scheming mafia princess, the fragile yandere young lady, the airheaded maid-in-waiting, the mixed-blood loli/...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
