If he wasn't blind, Su Bai could say with certainty that the outfit the woman was wearing was a heavily modified version of the Angewomon costume.
Talk about a blast from the past.
The degree of modification was quite high—the kind that would easily get the cops called on you if worn at a comic convention. However, unlike those clueless outsiders who made blind changes, the designer here clearly understood the assignment.
It perfectly preserved the charm of the original while integrating even more alluring, fan-art-style elements.
At this moment, thoughts were swirling in Sister Chen's mind as she pondered how to strike up a conversation with Su Bai.
Years of experience navigating the nightlife scene gathered into a conviction for social climbing, about to crystallize into a clever opening line when...
Su Bai suddenly spoke.
"Where did you buy that outfit? It looks good."
"Ah... this? I found it at a select boutique. I thought it was quite creative..."
Sister Chen lied instinctively.
She fabricated an explanation that sounded high-end.
Select boutiques were a staple of the bougie lifestyle.
Combining niche appeal with high markups, many second-generation rich kids loved patronizing reputable boutiques to order obscure brand clothing.
"A boutique, huh? Could you give me their contact info? The design style really suits my taste; I'm quite interested."
"Aha, so the handsome guy is interested in the clothes..."
Sister Chen tried hard to maintain her fake smile, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
She thought he was interested in her. Yet when she sat down next to Su Bai, not only did he not take the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, but he actually scooted further away, maintaining an overly formal conversational posture.
It dealt a heavy blow to Sister Chen.
Her heart filled with depression.
As for the true origin of the outfit, she had absolutely no desire to tell Su Bai... wouldn't that be doing the dirty work just for her roommate to reap the rewards?
Seriously, why? She wasn't bad herself; why was Su Bai only staring at the clothes? What a weird man.
Just as Sister Chen was spiraling through her inner monologue, the manager waiting near the door noticed something was off with her.
Having worked the night shift for a long time, he understood the psychological shifts of these women very well.
It was easy to spot important clues just from expressions and body language.
Sometimes, detecting bad vibes early helped prevent unpleasant incidents before they happened.
It had to be said—this manager was worth the high price the owner paid to poach him from Hangzhou.
A real operator.
Carrying a tray of drinks, he pretended to pass by Su Bai and asked if he needed any service or more alcohol.
Su Bai thought for a moment and said, "Open a bottle of red wine. What high-end reds do you have here?"
"We have all the big names. Romanée-Conti, Pétrus, Château Rayas..."
"Let's go with the Romanée-Conti then..."
This brand was the famous "King of Wines" from Burgundy, absolute top-tier among red wines.
Hard to go wrong with it.
Su Bai didn't order the basic version; he went straight for the top specs. This thing had a market price of around three hundred thousand, and in a bar or nightclub setting, the markup would be even higher.
It didn't matter; the System would provide cashback. Besides, the small circle he had integrated into today was quite welcoming, so naturally, Su Bai wanted to return the favor and give them some face.
His code of conduct was simple: you give me face, I lift you up.
"Very well, sir. Please wait a moment... We will ensure the best service for you tonight. We can prepare a wine opening ceremony shortly..."
"Skip the ceremony. Just decant it and bring it over. Oh right, get a bottle of chilled white wine too. I want one from the Georgia region, something sweet."
Su Bai's rapid-fire instructions made the manager sweat a little.
This guy really knew his stuff.
Putting aside the Romanée-Conti—anyone with money knew that was expensive and prestigious—he also ordered sweet wine based on his personal preference while securing the top-tier bottle. Honestly, in mainstream European views, sweet wine was considered unsophisticated. But how to put it? Those who knew how to appreciate sweet wine were often consumers with immense spending power.
Because only when your spending habits were relaxed enough could you cultivate your own aesthetic in the realm of high-end luxury consumption.
Having arranged the drinks, the manager turned his gaze to Sister Chen, gave her a deep look, and said in a low voice, "Take good care of Young Master Su."
"...Mhm, absolutely."
Sister Chen read the warning in the manager's eyes.
It felt like thorns on her back.
Panic rose in her heart. Did the manager hear their conversation and realize she was lying, hence the warning?
She wasn't sure.
Actually, the manager hadn't heard, but that didn't matter.
As long as the warning landed and Sister Chen knew not to mess around, it was enough.
So, Sister Chen's mind raced, and she immediately had an idea.
She took out her phone, pretended to scroll through WeChat, and suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh my, I'm so sorry, Young Master Su. I remembered wrong. This outfit was actually custom-made by a friend who majors in fashion design."
"Is that so? If it's convenient, please give me this friend's contact information."
"Mhm... actually, this friend is here tonight too. We came together. If Young Master Su is interested in her designs, I can introduce you."
Sister Chen had completely abandoned her evasiveness. Well, how to put it?
In this situation, Su Bai was obviously super interested in the clothes and completely uninterested in her.
Sister Chen could see the difference; otherwise, her years in the scene would have been in vain.
Since that was the case, she might as well go with the flow and play the good person by making the introduction.
Otherwise, if Su Bai found out about Lu Yuning's work through other channels later, it would be easy to trace it back to her.
Being a designer wasn't a secret profession...
Nightclub girls might harbor greed, anger, or obsession, but when faced with a god-tier tycoon with enough financial power, their service attitude was impeccable—everyone became a saint.
So, a short while later...
Lu Yuning stood in front of Su Bai.
She looked somewhat terrified, looking like she didn't know where to put her hands or feet.
Even through her cardigan, he could see her body trembling.
The main thing was, under the cover of the cardigan, her rather outstanding assets up front were somewhat concealed.
But now that Lu Yuning was shaking from nervousness, it became very easy to spot...
Su Bai was amused. This designer lady looked quite cute.
Out of habit, he opened the System to scan her, but he received an unexpected harvest.
[Name: Lu Yuning]
[Age: 23]
[Appearance: S-Class]
[Height: 170cm]
[Assets: F]
[Relationship History: 0]
[Health Status: Mild chronic cervical spondylosis]
Holy crap, why didn't anyone mention something this huge earlier?
She was actually an S-class goddess? Su Bai was a bit surprised. It seemed this girl was severely dragged down by her hairstyle; those chaotic natural curls were a bit hard to handle.
And it was obvious that in terms of dressing, she was deliberately aiming for mediocrity, likely not wanting to highlight her figure.
Hmm, that made sense too.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”