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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.
