The waiter poured two shallow glasses of wine, placing them beside Xia Lin and Su Bai respectively.
Xia Lin picked up the stemmed glass, giving it a gentle swirl—her posture flawless, the kind of refinement taught by elders at home.
Every movement exuded an innate elegance, far beyond what those trained in "socialite workshops" could ever mimic.
This was the kind of grace that could only be cultivated from childhood.
Moreover, Xia Lin’s demeanor was noticeably more understated than the typical "socialite" vibe—no wonder her blind dates fawned over her so much.
Even among the daughters of wealthy families nowadays, many lacked both class and looks.
Yet even within that elite circle, Xia Lin stood out.
Diligent, gentle, and refined—she was the perfect marriage material.
As she swirled her wine, Xia Lin studied Su Bai, her eyes brimming with unmistakable interest.
"Watching a movie? That was just an excuse to brush off that uncle," Su Bai said nonchalantly. "Seemed like Director Xia was annoyed by him, so I threw in a few extra words to piss him off."
"Why call him ‘uncle’? He’s barely in his thirties."
"He’s a whole zodiac cycle older than me—what’s wrong with ‘uncle’? These days, kids see a three-year gap as a generation. Even high school freshmen call me ‘uncle.’ Who do I complain to about that?" Su Bai shrugged innocently.
"Hahaha, fair enough!"
Xia Lin was amused. This guy really knew how to hold a conversation.
She sensed a rare ease in Su Bai—not the pretentious "laid-back" act some wannabe sophisticates put on, but a genuine "whatever, who cares" attitude.
Being around someone like him would be fun.
The appetizers arrived quickly—a molecular gastronomy salad.
Molecular cuisine involved manipulating ingredients through physical and chemical processes, deconstructing and reconstructing their properties.
Think potato foam or lychee masquerading as caviar.
An occasional indulgence for novelty’s sake.
But the restaurant’s real specialty was its meat dishes.
Su Bai had a hearty appetite, especially for meat, so Xia Lin ordered him lamb chops, steak, and fish fillet, plus sides—more than enough for him to feast on.
Premium ingredients paired with wine made for an exquisite meal.
The wine of choice was Sassicaia, from Tuscany, Italy.
A blend of Bordeaux’s structure and Tuscany’s terroir, with notes of blackcurrant, cedar, and tobacco, its complexity deepened with age. Su Bai picked the 2015 vintage—priced at a steep 36,000 yuan.
Since this was a thank-you dinner for Director Xia, splurging on a fine bottle was only fitting.
"Mmm, nice… I love this one’s profile, but I’d never buy it for myself. Thanks for the treat today."
Xia Lin clinked glasses with Su Bai.
"No big deal. I’ve been craving good wine, and having you here makes it even better."
"Honestly, if you’re up for it, we could catch a movie this afternoon. There’s a new indie film I haven’t seen yet."
"Should I take that as Director Xia inviting me to the movies?"
"Yeah, pretty much. You in?"
Xia Lin was direct, without a trace of shyness.
Her smile was like a warm breeze—utterly devoid of any coquettishness, yet her toned, athletic figure and smooth, faintly pink-tinged skin stirred something primal.
If Zhou Jialu was the kind of enchantress who made men want to misbehave at first glance,
then Xia Lin was the born "wife material," the type who made you imagine her in a pure white wedding dress.
Su Bai thought for a moment.
"A movie sounds good, but I’d rather skip the theater… Hey, doesn’t the Ascott’s private screening room have on-demand new releases?"
"Yep, a perk for residents."
"Then let’s try that. See if they’ve got the one you want."
"Deal."
With plans set, both picked up their pace eating.
Xia Lin was looking forward to this.
Her upbringing was strict—openly chasing or seducing a man was beneath her dignity.
But a private screening room? Perfect for some one-on-one time.
Su Bai felt the same.
After helping Xia Lin ditch her annoying suitor, her favorability toward him had already hit 68 points.
Pushing it past 80 would bind her as one of the system’s "indulgence cashback" targets.
He wondered if Xia Lin offered even juicier returns—like her family’s business. Would investing in it count as "indulgence"?
...
The meal totaled just over 40,000 yuan.
36,000 of that was the wine—no surprise, premium booze always jacked up the bill.
Su Bai swiped his card, triggering a 3x cashback—netting him 80,000 yuan.
The thrill of splurging and still making money? Unbeatable.
Most rich people didn’t earn their wealth easily, and spending it hurt.
They might play the big spender at checkout, but inside, they weren’t so relaxed.
Su Bai’s ease, though, was bone-deep.
To Xia Lin, it spoke of upbringing—the poise of old money.
She couldn’t help speculating about his background.
She’d checked his file at the start of the semester.
His parents were factory workers, long deceased, with a neighbor listed as his guardian.
Nothing there explained his spending habits.
Xia Lin suspected the "parents" might not be his real ones.
Among the wealthy, such soap-opera twists weren’t rare.
But that was a mystery for later. Right now, her focus was the movie.
She’d canceled tennis with her bestie for this.
This screening had to nudge them into flirtatious territory—subtly, though.
True blue bloods moved with precision: steady, sharp, lethal.
The Ascott’s private theater was nestled in the complex, surrounded by a man-made brook in a courtyard.
According to Xia Lin, the design fused "neo-Chinese" elements.
What was "neo-Chinese"?
"Traditional aesthetics mutilated with weird modern touches—enough to make old-school landscapers vomit blood."
"Really? I wouldn’t know. Just looks nice… This paving isn’t cheap, right?"
"Marble. Higher grade than your average five-star hotel." Xia Lin’s lips curled. "My recommendations always match your… stature."
"My what now? News to me."
Su Bai caught her probing tone and played dumb.
The best lies were half-truths, veiled enough to mystify.
No need to spell things out—his spending did the talking for him.
Xia Lin swiftly shifted to another topic after her failed attempt, seamlessly avoiding any awkwardness.
A clever woman, Su Bai silently noted in his mind.
Cleverness is good—it’s the mark of a virtuous wife and nurturing mother.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
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...
