Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The world was a noisy, chaotic place.

Only cash you could actually convert into money was king.

Thinking that, I transferred ten thousand yuan to Grandma’s bank account.

That ten thousand would probably cover about a week of her medical expenses.

But the real cost would come later-the matching process and the surgery.

My current savings still weren’t enough to cover it.

With a sigh, I hurriedly posted a vlog.

I had sneakily stuffed eight ads into it.

Then I took the subway, switched to a shared e-bike, and made my way all the way to the rich district.

I was going there to tutor a young master who was preparing to go abroad for high school.

The young master was pure and stupid. At fourteen years old, that little brain of his couldn’t even solve a quadratic equation.

After explaining until my mouth went dry for four whole hours, I was finally off work.

On the subway, I opened my account, ready to check how the ads were performing.

The moment I looked at the comment section, the sky fell.

In the vlog, a villa had flashed by too quickly, and because of my carelessness, I had forgotten to blur the house number.

A bunch of real young masters and real heiresses immediately flooded the comments.

“Tan Palace No. 2 belongs to the President of Yinglun Huangshi China Region. May I ask who you are?”

“I’m not familiar with Tan Palace No. 2, but if you were talking about No. 20, I’d have to make a phone call and ask whether you’re an illegitimate daughter.”

The netizens, never ones to pass up a chance to stir the pot, began picking apart every thread.

They dug up everything: my card was expired, the house photo was stolen, and the car was rented.

This account was done for.

I scrolled through the comments.

Just as my entire heart sank into an ice cellar, one comment suddenly entered my line of sight.

[How about I transfer you some?]

Attached was a screenshot of her WeChat balance.

There were so many zeros my eyes blurred. For a second, I almost thought the world had undergone hyperinflation.

I tapped into her profile. The account owner’s videos were simple and brutal.

A pigeon-blood ruby the size of half an egg. A thick gold chain that looked like it would bend your neck if you wore it.

A luxury villa decorated so lavishly it was as if every aristocratic element in existence had been piled together.

And a genuine heiress in a giant mink coat, covered head to toe in every luxury brand imaginable.

Every inch of her radiated three words:

[I’m loaded.]

Without a second’s hesitation, I immediately sent her a private message: “Really, sister?”

“I never expected you to be not only rich and beautiful, but kindhearted too.”

Sometimes you had to take a gamble. One lucky break, and your bicycle became a motorcycle.

The other side went silent for a few seconds, then sent a question mark.

My hands trembled a little.

Looks like I had been a bit too forward.

I was just about to withdraw the message.

Then she sent another one: “Send me your payment code.”

?

No way. Had I actually run into the God of Wealth online?

Shaking, I sent over my payment code.

Thirty seconds later, my phone chimed.

[Alipay received: 5,000 yuan]

She messaged me again: “Do you want more?”

“I want to meet you at two this afternoon. There are some things I want to ask you.”

Right after that, she sent over the address of a café.

I took a deep breath and typed quickly.

“With a thunderclap from the heavens, this old servant makes her dazzling entrance.”

“Whatever the Young Miss says goes.”