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.”