With that, Zhang Kang patted the hood of the car behind him.
A Brilliance BMW 320.
A bit worn, handed down to him by his father after being replaced.
But so what? It was still a BMW, after all.
"My dad runs a company worth hundreds of millions, with business all over the province. I got a BMW right after graduation and can afford to buy a wedding apartment outright. With credentials like these, what the hell does Zhou Jialu have to complain about?"
"No one said the senior has to like you!" Liu Yuanyuan rolled her eyes. This guy was seriously cringe—his mindset wasn’t much better than Xue Tao’s.
"Eh, Zhou Jialu probably just ran into some hot guy and got blinded by his looks. Once she steps into the real world and gets beaten down by society for a couple of years, she’ll realize how wrong her choice was—giving away her precious first time so casually..."
Just as Zhang Kang kept rambling, a brand-new Mercedes C260L glided smoothly into the parking spot next to them.
It was parked a little crooked, but the move was effortless, radiating coolness.
Then, the door opened, and Zhou Jialu stepped out in high heels, clutching a pack of tissues gifted by the dealership. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it straight at Zhang Kang.
Smack!
The tissue pack hit Zhang Kang square in the face. The hard, angular cardboard box stung so badly he yelped in pain.
"What kind of moron are you? Who I choose to be with, who I give my first time to—what’s it got to do with you?"
Zhou Jialu strode over with unshakable confidence, jabbing a finger at Zhang Kang’s nose. "You’re nothing but a stray dog barking on the street. Normally, I’d ignore you, but you just had to push your luck, huh? Trying to mess with my life? Get the hell out of here!"
Zhang Kang shrank back under her scolding.
After all, this was a woman who’d stayed chaste working in car sales, never letting anyone take advantage of her. To pull that off, she had to have a fiery temper.
Gentleness? That was reserved for her husband.
For lowlifes like this, only a brutal smackdown would do.
Stunned by Zhou Jialu’s aura, Zhang Kang took a moment to recover before stammering, "Z-Zhou Jialu, you—you dare hit me?"
"Damn right I hit you! Consider this a lesson—stay the hell away from me. If you harass me again, I’ll beat you every single time!"
Zhang Kang’s face twisted. "Hah! You’re just some poor bitch from the countryside. Who the hell gave you the guts to act like this? You think I can’t pull some strings and make sure you never graduate?"
Seeing Zhou Jialu show him zero respect, Zhang Kang snapped, dropping all pretense and resorting to icy threats.
But Zhou Jialu didn’t flinch. She sneered, "Who do you think you are? Just because you’ve got some dirty money, you think you’re hot shit? Driving a beat-up secondhand BMW with your nose in the air—get over yourself!"
She then raised her LV handbag, waving it in front of him. "If you sold your car right now, it still wouldn’t cover the cost of this bag!"
Zhang Kang scoffed. "Hah! You’re dreaming—"
But his smirk froze as he took a closer look. The bag looked familiar.
Suddenly, he remembered—last month at a bar, a girl from the hype squad had mentioned this exact bag. Later, when he took her shopping, she even dragged him to the LV boutique to check it out.
It was identical to the one Zhou Jialu was holding.
His first thought? Fake. It’s gotta be a knockoff.
But then he noticed her outfit—a full Chanel set, and not the basic pieces college girls bought to flex. These were well-designed, high-end pieces.
His stomach dropped.
No way… Did Zhou Jialu land a guy with real money?
As if reading his mind, Zhou Jialu pointed at the Mercedes behind her. "Oh, and this car? My boyfriend bought it for me too."
Zhang Kang forced a laugh. "Bought it for you? Yeah right—it’s probably just a company car lent to you temporarily."
"Still in denial? Fine, let me educate you on how real rich guys spoil their women."
Zhou Jialu pulled out the vehicle’s title from the car. Right there, in bold letters, was her name.
When the document smacked Zhang Kang in the face, his expression crumbled.
Now, he had no choice but to believe it.
Zhang Kang’s mind reeled. What kind of insane flex is this?
A 300,000-yuan car, bought just like that.
Zhou Jialu had stayed single all this time—her relationship couldn’t be that old.
The car, the clothes, the bag…
All together, it added up to nearly a million.
Spending that much to chase a girl? No wonder he lost.
If he ever dared to dip into his parents’ money like that, they’d kill him.
Defeat and jealousy twisted inside Zhang Kang.
Gritting his teeth, he spat, "Tch. Zhou Jialu, I knew it—you’re just a gold-digging slut. The only reason you ignored me was because I wasn’t rich enough!"
"And what about it?"
To his shock, Zhou Jialu didn’t even blink. "Yeah, I like money. So what? I’m loyal to my man—no cheating, no playing games. But you, Zhang Kang? Don’t think I don’t know about you flirting with your student council underlings or hooking up with bar girls. You’re the real slut here."
"..."
"Don’t ever show your face around me again. I’m not interested."
"Your precious BMW? Not even close to the car my man casually bought me."
"And if you keep harassing me, my boyfriend won’t just sit back and watch. Trust me, he’s way more ruthless than I am."
With that, Zhou Jialu turned and got back into her car, leaving Zhang Kang pale and speechless.
Her words struck a nerve.
A man with that kind of wealth? His influence was nothing to scoff at.
For all Zhang Kang knew, a single word from him could sink his family’s business.
The thought made him wilt, cold sweat dripping down his back.
Any ideas of revenge evaporated instantly.
No way. Risking the family fortune over a girl? Not worth it.
If anything, Zhou Jialu was being merciful by not siccing her man on him.
Compared to a true tycoon, Zhang Kang was small fry.
A net worth in the hundreds of millions sounded impressive, but in reality?
Someone had done the math—traditional manufacturing bosses with 100 million in assets usually pulled in just 1 to 3 million a year.
Sure, that beat the average salaryman.
But Zhou Jialu’s boyfriend had dropped nearly a million on her just at the start of their relationship.
And for business owners, that income had to cover networking, living expenses, kids’ education… After all that, there wasn’t much left to splurge.
Bottom line?
Zhou Jialu’s man was on a level Zhang Kang could never compete with.
"Damn it… I thought I was the top contender among her suitors. How did this happen?!"
Meanwhile, Liu Yuanyuan quickly followed Zhou Jialu into the car.
The car started and drove out of the campus at a steady pace.
"Whew..."
Zhou Jialu let out a long sigh, quickly regaining her usual cheerful and lively demeanor after calming down.
"Sorry you had to see that, junior. Let me treat you to dinner tonight—any good spot near campus, your pick!"
"Thanks, senior!" Liu Yuanyuan replied excitedly, her eyes soon sparkling with admiration. "You were so cool back there! If someone like Zhang Kang kept harassing me, I wouldn’t even know how to handle it."
"Ugh, he’s such a pain. Comes from a wealthy family, plays the student council game, knows how to butter up teachers... If it were just any girl without backup, she’d really be in trouble."
Zhou Jialu shook her head, then her expression softened into a warm, proud smile. "Luckily, I’ve got an amazing boyfriend. He’s my rock."

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”