Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Recently, a short video went viral across all major platforms.

The video featured a man and a woman. The man was only heard, never seen, while the woman appeared on screen throughout.

The scene took place in a luxury store. The woman was happily trying on various bags and clothes, occasionally asking the man beside her for his opinion.

“Babe, this outfit really suits you.”

“This bag is nice, and it’s a limited edition for the season. Since the store has all the colors, why not just buy them all at once?”

“This dress needs a pair of thin high heels with red soles. These are good.”

Lost in the flattery, the woman proudly tried on one luxurious outfit after another, and right in front of everyone in the store, she threw her old clothes into the trash.

It was only when she went to pay, her arms full of loot, that she was dumbfounded.

“I only said I’d accompany you shopping. When did I say I’d pay for you?”

“No way, really? After all that showing off, you’re just broke? If you don’t have money, why are you shopping at a luxury store?”

The man mocked loudly. As the crowd of onlookers grew, the woman panicked.

“But didn’t you tell me to buy these…”

“If I told you to buy them, you just buy them? Don’t you know how much money you have? If I told you to go die, would you?”

Laughter erupted around them; some people pulled out their phones to film.

The woman gritted her teeth and forced a fawning smile. “Didn’t you say you liked me? Just pay the bill, and I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The man laughed exaggeratedly.

“Be my girlfriend? Where do you get that much nerve? Take a piss and look at yourself. A gold-digger who can’t even afford a few clothes, you think you’re worthy of being Young Master Chen’s girlfriend? Pah!”

“If you can’t afford it, then go sell yourself. Aren’t you women best at that? If you can’t sell, go borrow, take out a loan. Why look for a sucker? Do us rich people owe you something?”

He ranted on eloquently for a full ten minutes. Finally, her face purple with humiliation, the woman returned all the luxury goods, fished her old clothes out of the trash, put them back on piece by piece, and fled amid the crowd’s mockery.

I turned off the video. Voice messages on WeChat were still popping up one after another.

“Have you decided, baby? Send me an address, and I’ll pick you up. Let’s go shopping and buy some bags and jewelry, what do you say?”

The deliberately lowered voice, smooth and bubbly, was exactly the same as the man’s in the video.

I thought for a moment, cleared my throat, and sent a sweet-voiced message back.

“I don’t like bags and jewelry. Brother, just treat me to a meal, that’s enough.”

There was a moment of silence from the other side. Then, a QQ group on my phone buzzed.

“Brothers, what’s going on? Could I have run into one of those legendary good girls? This new target actually only wants me to treat her to a meal?”

The group instantly erupted.

“Dumbass, you still believe there are good girls in this world? She’s obviously playing the long game to hook a big fish!”

“Remember, bro: there are no women who don’t want to gain something, only those who pretend to be noble, and those who don’t have enough leverage.”

The group members all started offering advice.

“Just treat her to a meal then. Order top-grade Wagyu, king crab, imported caviar-the more expensive, the better.”

“Poor girls have never seen the world; they’ll probably be wide-eyed at the sight of good stuff. Let her order, you just introduce. Make sure she orders enough for seven or eight people, enough to stuff several of her to death.”

“After all the dishes are served, tell her you don’t like women who waste food. If she can’t finish, you won’t pay. Unlike clothes and bags, food can’t be returned once served. Make her either cough up a huge bill or stuff herself to death.”

“Holy shit, that’s a nasty move. I like it.”

“Nice, nice. The show effect will be maxed out. The livestream will blow up again, hahaha.”

The group was buzzing, but no one noticed my alternate account.

Finally, a message from the other side came through.

“No problem. There’s a five-star Michelin restaurant in our city. Big bro will take you to try it.”

I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth.

“Okay.”