Zhou Yi had just secured himself a powerful backer and even acquired a traditional courtyard house.
That afternoon, in the prince's mansion.
Little Jia lounged leisurely on the daybed, beside her sat a young boy, about the same age as Zhou Yi.
The boy was peeling walnuts for her, his hands growing tired, yet Little Jia showed no sign of letting him stop.
"Little Jia, should I keep peeling...?"
Zhang Yu glanced up at her, but the beautiful girl didn’t even spare him a look, her eyes fixed on her phone as she replied indifferently:
"Tell Nanny Liu to bring some strawberries. Then come back and massage my feet—they’re sore from all the walking yesterday."
Little Jia stretched lazily, feeling drowsy again.
Perhaps it was the arrival of autumn, or the warm afternoon sun streaming in, but she felt too lethargic to stay alert.
Liu Yu pressed his lips together, not daring to argue, and obediently went to the backyard to relay Little Jia’s request to Nanny Liu before returning to massage her feet.
Little Jia was scrolling through Weibo, browsing Zhou Yi’s fan page filled with adoring posts from his admirers.
Pouting, she grumbled, "They’re practically worshipping him. Who’d guess their so-called idol is just a petty man?"
Liu Yu tried to placate her with a flattering tone: "Who dared upset our Princess Little Jia? They must be blind."
Little Jia suddenly sat up and stared at him. "Tell me—if you wanted to give someone a gift, but they refused and accused you of disrespect, would that be your fault? I was just trying to be nice!"
Liu Yu immediately realized she was talking about herself.
"Someone actually had the nerve to reject a gift from you?"
"Exactly! I offered him a piece from our family collection, and he acted like I was treating him as inferior."
Liu Yu understood—this person had pride, unlike him, who would grovel for money in front of Little Jia.
He lowered his eyes and smiled. "Little Jia, maybe the gift was too extravagant. Ordinary people would be too intimidated to accept."
"Nonsense! He just looked down on my gift—and on me. And now he expects me to apologize."
"Was it Zhou Yi?"
"How did you know?"
"You’ve been scrolling his page all afternoon. I heard his name in the videos."
Little Jia leaned back again, tossing her phone aside in boredom.
In the past, having someone around to entertain her made the days pass quickly.
But today, she couldn’t shake the nagging frustration in her chest.
Still irritated, she waved Liu Yu away.
Unable to resist venting, she added:
"He thinks I’m too arrogant. But shouldn’t I be? I’m rich and powerful—aren’t I above ordinary people?"
"Of course you’re different from commoners."
"Whatever. You wouldn’t understand—you’re not like him."
Seeing Liu Yu’s sycophantic smile, she suddenly lost interest.
Zhou Yi wasn’t like these people. That’s why Zhou Yi dared to be angry.
Zhou Yi didn’t think she was superior.
"Just go. I’ll transfer your payment later."
"Thank you, Little Jia."
Before, she’d found amusement in these handsome young men flattering her. Now, it felt hollow.
Her phone was full of contacts like them—men she saw as glorified escorts. Even if they didn’t sell their bodies, they were still just playthings.
Little Jia found them unclean, only letting them massage her feet for entertainment.
"Useless. Can’t even cheer me up over something this trivial."
After Liu Yu left, she transferred him 88,000 yuan, then blocked him in annoyance.
Lying on the daybed, she closed her eyes—only for Zhou Yi’s handsome, gentle face to appear in her mind. But then she remembered his cold expression when he said, "Little Jia, I don’t feel respected by you."
Her eyes snapped open, and she grabbed her phone again.
Opening WeChat, she navigated to Zhou Yi’s chat.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she typed:
[Little Jia: Are you coming over today? You promised yesterday.]
[Zhou Yi: Not going.]
The blunt reply made her laugh in frustration.
Biting her lip, she typed again:
[Little Jia: Why? You’re not seriously still mad over one comment, are you? That’s so petty.]
[Zhou Yi: I’m with Grandfather Qu. No time.]
Her expression softened slightly. Was it really just a scheduling conflict?
After a moment’s thought, she decided to go to the hospital instead.
She could check on Qu Yin, have dinner at her aunt’s place, and then get Zhou Yi to drive her home.
Pleased with her plan, she got up and headed to her walk-in closet.
Most of Little Jia’s wardrobe consisted of capes and qipaos. She loved capes for their classical elegance.
Ordinary luxury brands felt tacky to her, so her clothes were custom-made by renowned Suzhou embroidery masters—expensive and exclusive.
She chose a white cape over a pale blue dress, pairing it with white heels.
Dressed like this, Little Jia looked every bit the refined heiress—if one ignored her temperament.
Grabbing her handbag, she headed to the garage.
Her collection was all high-end sports cars.
After a brief survey, she drove off in a Bugatti, heading to the hospital.
By evening, Qu Hongzhuo was preparing to take Zhou Yi home for dinner when Little Jia arrived.
Outside Qu Yin’s hospital room, she overheard their conversation.
"Zhou Yi, let’s go. You must be hungry—we’ll eat at home."
Just as she was about to enter, Zhou Yi replied:
"Dad, I made plans to have dinner with a friend tonight. I’ll skip the family meal."
Qu Hongzhuo had asked Zhou Yi to call him "Dad" instead of "Godfather" to sound less formal.
Little Jia frowned, pausing outside with a cold expression as she eavesdropped.
From his bed, Qu Yin teased, "Oh? A male friend or a female friend?"
Zhou Yi chuckled sheepishly. "A girl, Grandfather. We’re competing together in the U.S. soon, so we’re meeting to discuss preparations."
Qu Hongzhuo patted his shoulder knowingly. "No problem. Young people should socialize. Where are you meeting? Should I have Uncle He drive you?"
Zhou Yi shook his head. "No need, Dad. My friend’s picking me up—she should be here any minute. I’ll head down to wait."
At that moment, Little Jia pushed the door open, wearing a saccharine smile.
"Big Brother Zhou Yi, which sister are you having dinner with? Weren’t you supposed to visit the mansion today?"
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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.
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