"Girls, look what I got!"
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After returning home, Wang Yixin quickly shared the lipstick Zhou Yi gave her with her friends to show off.
【Princess: Holy shit! Christian Louboutin???】
【Mr. Handsome: What kind of lipstick is this? Is it expensive?】
【MaltSugar: Let me put it this way—it’s the Ferrari of lipsticks.】
【kkLovesLife: So how much does it cost? Like $500?】
【YixinLovesCandy: $1,800! But the real question is, do you know who bought it for me?】
【Princess: Which guy is this generous? Not Wu Jun, right?】
【YixinLovesCandy: Don’t even mention him. The Chanel lipstick he got me was fake, and I was so embarrassed in front of Zhou Yi today.】
【MaltSugar: OMG! Zhou Yi gave this to you!? Are you two still together?】
【Princess: I’m so jealous. I need a man who gifts me CL.】
【YixinLovesCandy: Nah, I’m home now. He went to check out apartments at Purple Bay.】
【Mr. Handsome: Where? Purple Bay? No way. The properties there are crazy expensive—even a one-bedroom costs over a million.】
【YixinLovesCandy: Seriously?? A million for a one-bedroom? That’s insane!】
......
The group chat had quite a few people, not all from their class—both guys and girls. Soon, news about Zhou Yi buying Wang Yixin a lipstick spread even further.
Chu Han also heard about it. She lived in the dorm, and her roommates were already gossiping.
Chu Han, who was painting her nails, suddenly looked up. "What? Zhou Yi bought Wang Yixin a Louboutin?"
"It’s true. There’s proof in the group chat—pictures and everything."
"Are they dating?"
"Nope, just friends, apparently."
"Wang Yixin said she treated him to milk tea, and he bought her the lipstick in return."
"Just for a cup of milk tea? That’s way too generous."
"And they say Zhou Yi’s at Purple Bay now, looking at apartments—one-bedrooms worth over a million."
"OMG, he’s seriously loaded. Sounds even richer than Gao Wenhao."
"At least he doesn’t have to ask his parents for money. Gao Wenhao has to report every little thing to his mom. What’s the point of being a rich heir if you can’t even spend freely?"
"Han, you must regret turning him down now. Imagine if you were still with him—he’d be buying you everything."
Regret.
Regret.
Regret.
Those words made Chu Han sick with remorse.
If she had known Zhou Yi was a hidden gem, she would’ve stuck with him through his tough times, no matter what.
And truthfully, even when he didn’t have money, he still worked hard—and spent most of what he earned on her.
Unlike Gao Wenhao, who made her feel like a beggar every time she asked for anything.
【Chu Han’s regret +20, affection +10.】
"I’m heading out."
"It’s already late, Han. Where are you going?"
"Just taking a walk."
Chu Han grabbed her phone and called Gao Wenhao.
"Hey, Wenhao, where are you? I wanna grab dinner with you."
Gao Wenhao was at a pool hall, playing with friends. He checked his watch—still early.
"Fine, come meet me at the mall near campus."
"Okay, wait for me!"
When Chu Han arrived at the pool hall, a few guys were joking around with Gao Wenhao. Somehow, the topic shifted to Zhou Yi.
"Apparently, Zhou Yi’s actually rich. Everyone’s talking about him in the group chats."
"Bullshit. I’ve seen him working part-time at a bubble tea shop before."
"That was before. Rumor is he was just keeping a low profile."
"Or maybe he’s just faking it now. Buying a lipstick doesn’t prove anything."
"Yeah, saying he’s looking at apartments doesn’t mean he’s actually buying one."
Chu Han cleared her throat as she walked in. The guys greeted her enthusiastically:
"Hey, sis!"
"Long time no see!"
"Looking good, sis!"
She smiled and wrapped her arm around Gao Wenhao’s. "Hungry, Wenhao? Sorry for making you wait."
Gao Wenhao pinched her cheek and tossed his pool cue onto the table.
"Let’s go. Taking my girl to dinner."
They left the pool hall and went to an upscale Western restaurant.
Over dinner, Chu Han casually asked, "Wenhao, have you heard about Zhou Yi lately?"
Gao Wenhao’s expression darkened. "What, you falling for his rich-boy act too? Regretting being with me now?"
Chu Han shook her head. "Of course not! I’m just curious. Why don’t we go see for ourselves? If he’s faking it, we can expose him."
Gao Wenhao stabbed his steak with a fork, his tone icy. "Where do you wanna go?"
Chu Han smiled sweetly. "Purple Bay. They say he’s buying a place there. Let’s see if he can actually afford it. If not, then he’s just pretending."
Gao Wenhao smirked. He knew exactly what Chu Han was up to—she wanted to see if Zhou Yi was the real deal.
But he played along. "Fine. Let’s go. I know someone there anyway."
With all the rumors about Zhou Yi lately—girls idolizing him, calling him their dream guy—Gao Wenhao wanted to see just how much of it was an act.
No man could stand his girlfriend still hung up on an ex—especially one who might be better than him.
When Gao Wenhao and Chu Han arrived at Purple Bay, they spotted Zhou Yi in the sales lobby.
A beautiful sales agent was giving him a tour.
"So you prefer floor-to-ceiling windows?"
"Yeah, but not too high up."
"Then I’d recommend this unit..."
Gao Wenhao and Chu Han walked straight over.
"Well, well. Fancy seeing you here, Zhou Yi. Shopping for a place?"
The sales agent paused, glancing at Zhou Yi for his reaction.
The young man turned and saw Chu Han and Gao Wenhao. His expression was anything but welcoming.
"Not really. Can’t you see I’m busy?"
"Busy with what? Busy pretending to be rich?"
Gao Wenhao’s tone was outright hostile.
Chu Han tugged his sleeve. "Wenhao, don’t be rude."
She gave Zhou Yi a sweet smile. "Yi, are you really buying a place here? Wenhao’s family is in real estate—maybe he can give you some advice."
Zhou Yi didn’t even entertain the idea. "No need. I’ve already decided. Don’t trouble yourselves."
Gao Wenhao stepped closer. The apartment in question was Purple Bay’s latest luxury studio—aimed at young professionals or couples, perfect for single living.
"You’re buying here? An orphan like you can afford this?"
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