Chapter 53 — How a Heartbreaker Manages Her Suitors (10)

Jiang Zhixi chuckled lightly as she cast a casual glance at Yu Liuxue. Yu Liuxue’s body went stiff, her heart sinking into despair. This time, she was truly done for.

Li Zhen noticed the sudden slump in Yu Liuxue’s posture and felt a flicker of doubt. But he didn’t dwell on it and instead took two steps toward Jiang Zhixi. “Zhixi, what’s been going on with you lately? I’ve been calling, but you never pick up…”

“I’ve been busy,” Jiang Zhixi replied flatly. “No time.”

With that, she took Yu Liuxue’s hand and led her inside. As he watched their two figures walking side by side, Li Zhen suddenly felt like something was off.

Inside the elevator, Yu Liuxue stood awkwardly to the side, hesitating to press the floor button. Jiang Zhixi, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, said, “I don’t mind doing it here. Do you?”

Yu Liuxue: “……?!”

“Did you hear that? Did you?! Is that even something a human says?” Yu Liuxue grumbled to the system, then pressed the elevator button with deep reluctance. The moment she did, it was as if all the strength had drained from her, her whole body going limp and wobbly.

The emotion in Jiang Zhixi’s eyes deepened, and the air around her suddenly dropped in temperature. Realizing danger, Yu Liuxue quickly pulled herself together and tried to gather intel. “Zhixi, how come you’re here? You done with work already?”

“Mhm.” Jiang Zhixi responded calmly, “I’ve finished. I’ve got half a month off starting now.”

Yu Liuxue: “……”

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“Oh! That’s… really unfortunate! I’m heading out tomorrow to shoot a new video!” Yu Liuxue blurted out a lie in desperation. But after she said it, Jiang Zhixi’s lips curled into a slight smile. Yu Liuxue shuddered and quickly stammered, “It’s true, I swear I’m not lying!”

Jiang Zhixi’s lashes dropped as she focused on the unconscious little movements Yu Liuxue made while lying. Her voice was as soft as silk, yet it sent chills down Yu Liuxue’s spine. “But Zuo Yun posted on Weibo that your whole studio is on break tomorrow.”

“So tell me, where exactly are you filming this new video?” she asked with a radiant smile. Her beauty was still flawless, but inside she’d long since gone pitch-black.

Jiang Zhixi leaned in close, enunciating each word clearly: “In. Bed. Right?”

“What it’s like to get exposed in front of your girlfriend.”

Yu Liuxue: Thanks for the invite. I’m about to die. Next year on this day, please burn me more joss paper. I want the ten-billion-dollar bills.

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After respectfully welcoming Jiang Zhixi into her home like a visiting deity, Yu Liuxue fawned all over her—pouring tea, setting out snacks, laying it all out in front of her. Jiang Zhixi hadn’t eaten before she came, and she didn’t hold back—accepting it all with a smile. Yu Liuxue, half-kneeling at the coffee table with her heart in her throat, asked cautiously, “Zhixi, have you eaten your fill?”

Jiang Zhixi nodded, then pulled out a toothbrush from her bag and politely said, “Mind if I use your bathroom?”

Yu Liuxue immediately motioned with both hands for her to go ahead. Once the door closed, the sound of running water came from inside. Yu Liuxue’s cheeks flushed with heat. She’s brushing her teeth and getting ready to shower already? Does that mean…

Nervously sitting on the couch, pretending to casually scroll through videos, she kept sneaking glances at the bathroom door. When Jiang Zhixi came out, her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing the bathrobe that had been hanging in the bathroom. Jiang Zhixi was tall, and the robe was short—any movement risked revealing the white lace inside. Her long, slender legs were tucked into soft slippers, and steam from the shower clung to her skin like mist as she walked slowly toward Yu Liuxue.

The warmth had brought out a pearly glow on her flawless skin, and her features looked even softer, gentle yet seductive. Seeing the main character looking this edible, Yu Liuxue suddenly felt alive again. She held back her eager anticipation and said, as casually as she could, “You’re done washing up.”

So… shouldn’t we be getting to the good part now?

Yu Liuxue couldn’t help getting excited. What new positions would the heroine try this time? How did she always have so many tricks up her sleeve?

Jiang Zhixi sat beside her for a moment, then got up to blow-dry her hair. Yu Liuxue blinked, seeing how serious she was about preparing, and quickly grabbed her pajamas too. Jiang Zhixi gave her a glance, saw right through her but didn’t call it out, instead switching the topic with a nonchalant tone. “Keying, mind if I borrow your bed?”

“Sure,” Yu Liuxue responded without hesitation.

Never mind borrowing the bed—she could have me if she wanted!

Jiang Zhixi gave her a meaningful smile and walked into the room. Yu Liuxue dashed into the bathroom and scrubbed herself head to toe. With heart pounding, she pushed open the door to her room—only to freeze in place.

There, lying sound asleep on her bed, was Jiang Zhixi.

Yu Liuxue instinctively pointed at her and angrily demanded of the system, “She borrowed my bed just to sleep?!”

Is she even human?!

The system replied innocently, “Well… what else did you think?”

Yu Liuxue: “……” So mad. But must… keep… smiling.

After standing awkwardly at her own bedroom door for a few minutes, she finally steeled herself and marched over to the bed. “It’s my bed. Why can’t I sleep in it?” she muttered. “Tonight, I’m sharing the bed and blanket with Jiang Zhixi. Let’s see what she says when she wakes up.”

Yu Liuxue ended up sleeping nearly twenty hours straight. By the time she woke up, it was already the evening of the next day. Jiang Zhixi was in the kitchen, cooking with a camera set up in front of her. When she saw Yu Liuxue awake, she glanced back and said, as if it were her own home, “Go wash your face. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Yu Liuxue was full of question marks, but instinctively obeyed and washed up, then quietly sat and waited to be fed by Jiang Zhixi.

Something was seriously off about Jiang Zhixi today. Yu Liuxue kept shooting her probing looks, but Jiang Zhixi pretended not to see anything. After dinner, she washed the dishes, grabbed her bag, and left. Before leaving, she even left behind a small gift to thank Yu Liuxue for her hospitality.

Yu Liuxue stared at the little box in her hand, dumbfounded.

She just left? She actually just left?!

Yu Liuxue sat on the sofa in utter disbelief. After racking her brains for a long time, she muttered, “System, what kind of trick do you think the female lead is playing on me this time?”

The system responded very bluntly, “No idea.”

After Jiang Zhixi left, she never contacted Yu Liuxue again. Yu Liuxue could only rely on Jiang Zhixi’s WeChat Moments and Weibo posts to get any updates about her. She kept an eye on it for ten days or so before she left with her team to shoot new video material. Once the work started piling up, Yu Liuxue no longer had the energy to keep tabs on Jiang Zhixi’s activities.

Jiang Zhixi’s daily posts didn’t stop, but once her vacation ended, she suddenly vanished as if she had evaporated from the world. There was no news at all.

Yu Liuxue’s new filming went smoothly, and the documentary series from the last shoot had already been completely updated. The response online was excellent; it even received strong recommendations from many people, boosting its popularity to a new height. Gradually, the label of “internet celebrity” was no longer attached to the name Zhao Keying. Instead, she began to be recognized as a sentimental and idealistic indie documentary director.

One day, a gossip Weibo account known for stirring the pot posted, “Zhao Keying and Cheng Yu came from the same team. Now Zhao Keying has gradually shed the internet celeb label and is taking steady steps toward becoming a documentary filmmaker. Meanwhile, Cheng Yu, who used to be her assistant, has been on a downhill path since leaving Zhao Keying. She even bought fake engagement numbers to create a false impression of popularity. So, who do you like better now?”

It was clearly an attempt to sow discord, but fans, like fish diving right into a net, took the bait and started fighting in the comments:
“So Zhao Keying’s already been whitewashed, huh? She’s owed us fans an apology for over a year now. As long as she doesn’t apologize, we’re not deleting our anti-fan status.”
“Exactly! She never apologized for scamming fans and making money off us. If she’s stayed silent this long, does that mean she admits it?”
“How much did Zhao Keying pay you? Cheng Yu will pay double! And what about Zhao Keying smoking and drinking in middle school? Her personal life is a mess—why does someone like that still have fans?”
“Let’s not forget she had plastic surgery. What’s so amazing about a plastic face?”

Yu Liuxue dragged herself back to the hotel after an exhausting day of filming, only for Zuo Yun to knock on the door and come in, looking worried. “Keying, your past stuff is being dug up again. I think you should clarify things on Weibo. If we stay silent, it’s really going to hurt our future development, maybe even affect sponsorships and investment.”

Yu Liuxue immediately jumped off the bed. “I’ll reply right away.”

She said “right away,” but two weeks passed in a blink. Just when everyone assumed her silence was an admission of guilt, Yu Liuxue suddenly dropped eighteen long screenshots on Weibo. “Some people keep saying I scammed fans for money. Well then, take a good look—who’s really been scamming?”

Fortunately, back when Zhao Keying didn’t care about her career and was off doing daredevil stunts instead, she barely visited the studio twice a month. So her communications with Cheng Yu, when confirming ad deals, had all been done via WeChat. There were so many messages that it took Yu Liuxue half a month to sort them all out in chronological order.

She was dead tired by the end and grumbled, “I’d rather be smacked by Jiang Zhixi’s red scarf again.”

Speaking of which, Jiang Zhixi hadn’t contacted her in days. Yu Liuxue couldn’t help wondering—was Jiang Zhixi just acting on a whim? Did she lose interest after getting a taste?

After posting the long screenshots on Weibo, she realized even eighteen images weren’t enough to cover all the chat records. So she kept adding more in the comments section until every bit was uploaded.

Cheng Yu found out the moment Yu Liuxue made the post. Skeptical, she clicked on the images—and saw the words “Assistant Cheng Yu” jump out at her in bold. Her face turned red, then pale, and a surge of fury shot up in her chest. It had been so long—she wasn’t even her assistant anymore! Why hadn’t Yu Liuxue changed her contact name? Was she looking down on her?

She had nearly five million followers now as a beauty influencer, for crying out loud.

Cheng Yu was so angry her chest ached. But when she actually read the messages in the screenshots, the blood drained from her face. Her entire body went cold, and her hands trembled uncontrollably as she held her phone. How could this be? How could Yu Liuxue still have the original chat logs? Didn’t she delete everything already?

It was all thanks to the system. With a snap of its fingers, it had recovered the entire chat history. In her excitement, Yu Liuxue even had it run errands and deliver gifts to coax Jiang Zhixi.

The chat logs sparked an uproar online. Even after Yu Liuxue dropped such solid proof, Cheng Yu’s fans were still trying to do damage control. “No way! She waited so long to respond—she must’ve been busy photoshopping. These are clearly fake!”

Reading their clever replies gave Cheng Yu a bit of comfort. Yes, she thought, as long as she could hire some bots to call the screenshots fake, it would be fine.

There was no way she’d let Zhao Keying turn things around.

Cheng Yu immediately paid her assistant to take care of it. But Yu Liuxue had expected this, and she swiftly released a screen recording with three smiley face emojis: “I knew some people would say that. If you still think videos can be faked, I’ll livestream the chat logs at 7 p.m. tonight.”

Yu Liuxue had never done a livestream before. All the other influencers had done dozens, even hundreds. When they heard this, fans flooded in: “That video is definitely fake. We don’t believe it!”

Yu Liuxue: “…?” Are you even real fans?

Left with no choice, she began prepping for the livestream. Within just three hours, countless brands contacted Zuo Yun, hoping to get a small product placement during the stream. They were open to any price. Zuo Yun politely turned them all down, but the idea stuck with her—maybe this could be an effective way to promote future videos.

Before the livestream even started, Yu Liuxue was already sitting in front of the camera. As soon as it went live, the viewer count shot up to a hundred thousand within just ten seconds. Yu Liuxue raised her brows slightly. “So, everyone’s really that interested in what’s going on between me and Cheng Yu?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m so curious I can’t stand it. But Keying, is what Cheng Yu said really true?”

Yu Liuxue happened to be wearing a dress today, so she immediately showed her arms and legs—fair and smooth, not even a single mole, let alone a tattoo. She lifted her hair to reveal a small line of pink English letters on the back of her shoulder. “If we’re talking tattoos, I do have one right here.”

“I got this after my parents sent me to an extreme sports experience camp for being rebellious. I bungee-jumped and came back feeling incredibly lucky to have found something I truly loved. So that very day, I got this pink ‘lucky’ tattoo at a friend’s shop.”

“I think I’m really lucky. Even when I was at my most rebellious, my parents and grandparents never gave up on me. Whatever I wanted to do, they always supported me. That was true when I was a kid, and it’s still true now.”

Fans were instantly touched. “Keying, you really are lucky. I love dancing, but my mom said we had to save money for my younger brother’s future house, so she wouldn’t let me learn. Now I’m doing part-time jobs, but I truly believe if you love something and pursue it, you’ll succeed.”

Everyone began sharing similar stories of their own.

After watching the comments for a bit, Yu Liuxue brought up the topic of smoking and drinking. “Honestly, cigarettes smell awful. But at the time, the guy I liked suddenly went abroad for school and wasn’t planning on coming back. I was feeling really down and curious about what smoking felt like, so I asked a friend for one. It turned out to be nothing like I imagined. Don’t ever try to imitate me.”

“As for plastic surgery… I can show you pictures of my parents. Back in the day, my mom was the school beauty, and my dad was the school hunk. Even now, some uncles dislike my dad because he actually won her over. And of course, there are aunties who didn’t like my mom either, but they envied her for landing such a handsome and good man.”

“Here, I’ll show you. Not just my parents, but even my grandparents and great-grandparents were all ridiculously good-looking. Even by today’s standards, they’d be top-tier.” Yu Liuxue immediately showed a few old photos to the camera. Sure enough, every single person in her family was either handsome or beautiful. In the center of the photo, little Zhao Keying sat in someone’s arms like a porcelain doll, chubby and adorable.

Fan: “Why do I feel like Zhao Keying is the least attractive one in her whole family?”

Another person chimed in right away: “Honestly? Same here.”

Yu Liuxue: “…?” That’s just mean!

Before the livestream even ended, the joke that Zhao Keying was the ‘ugliest of the seven’ in her family had already begun to spread among the fans.

After chatting about all sorts of things for a while, Yu Liuxue finally remembered today’s main topic. “Okay, back to the point. Let me show you my chat history with Cheng Yu. That can’t possibly be Photoshopped, right? Just to prove this is a real phone, I’ll message someone at random as verification.”

As she scrolled, she landed on Zuo Xia’s profile pic. A quick idea popped into her head, and she typed a message: “Something terrible happened!!!”

Zuo Xia replied instantly: “?”

“Nothing, I’m just proving to my fans that this is my real phone.”

Zuo Xia: “……”

Even though it was just a single punctuation mark, it carried the weight of Chinese subtlety and restraint. Everyone watching could feel Zuo Xia’s urge to curse her out through the screen.

Once the phone check was done, Yu Liuxue scrolled back to the start of the chat history and slowly began to scroll downward. After a few minutes, she suddenly stopped. “Someone said online that using the product I promoted ruined their skin. Look carefully—this ad was chosen by Cheng Yu. At the time, I really trusted her abilities, so I didn’t think twice about it.”

The screen showed it clearly. Cheng Yu had said: “Keying, I’ve already thoroughly vetted this brand. The ingredients are very safe and won’t burden the skin. I even visited their factory and lab in person—super clean and trustworthy. They’re offering fifty thousand for the promo. What do you think?”

“I see now. This livestream is just Zhao Keying’s public scapegoating session. She’s pushing all the blame onto Cheng Yu and walking away clean.”

“It was still your endorsement. Your fans trusted you, which is why they bought the product. You didn’t double- or triple-check, and now someone’s face is ruined. How are you going to make up for that trust?”

“I mean, be real—if Keying had to personally handle every little thing, why would she pay Cheng Yu tens of thousands a month? Wasn’t that salary meant for Cheng Yu to properly vet all the collabs?”

“So this is all Cheng Yu’s fault.”

Cheng Yu: “…?”

She sat frozen, cold all over as she watched the stream. She couldn’t even make it to the end. When she finally stood up shakily, dizziness hit her hard, and her legs gave out as she dropped to the ground. At that moment, only one thought remained in her heart: It’s over. Everything is over.

From today on, her reputation would be even worse than Zhao Keying’s ever was—and there would be no coming back from it.

Zhao Keying didn’t get plastic surgery, didn’t have any tattoos, and even had reasonable explanations for smoking and drinking. As for the things fans couldn’t forgive, she had pushed all of them onto Cheng Yu. So now, what else could Cheng Yu do to turn things around?

And it didn’t end there. Just as the livestream was about to wrap up, someone suddenly said, “I’m the former PR rep for that skincare brand. I clearly remember that I offered Cheng Yu a price of a hundred and twenty thousand. I have the chat logs to prove it.”

Oof. Now this was serious.

It was one thing to talk smack about your boss, but she had actually pocketed a kickback?

Yu Liuxue instantly leapt up and pulled out her phone. “Unbelievable! She actually stole my money! Hello, police? I’d like to file a report…”

After the livestream ended, the police, who had received a report, immediately went to Cheng Yu’s studio and brought her back to the station for investigation. As a fairly popular beauty influencer, Cheng Yu’s arrest naturally made it to the trending searches. Even though her fans were still trying to clear her name and shift all the blame onto Zhao Keying, theft of another person’s property wasn’t something that could be brushed off with just a few comments.

Yu Liuxue rubbed her chin and asked the system, “Why didn’t you tell me Cheng Yu pocketed Zhao Keying’s money back then?”

The system replied with righteous confidence, “Host, that was a hidden side mission. You needed to discover it yourself.”

Yu Liuxue: “…” A trap is a trap—stop making excuses.

She couldn’t help but wonder, could Mission Two and Mission Three also have hidden side missions?

Now that Cheng Yu was at the police station, as long as the police obtained enough evidence, Yu Liuxue would be considered to have completed Zhao Keying’s first request. At that point, Cheng Yu wouldn’t just be exposed for who she really was, but she’d end up in a worse state than Zhao Keying had been. A permanent stain would be added to her personal record. Whether she continued working as a beauty influencer or tried applying for a nine-to-five job, nothing would come easy anymore.

After dealing with Cheng Yu’s matter, Yu Liuxue, in her joy, ended up drinking a few extra glasses of wine.

Half-drunk, she lay sprawled on the sofa. After weighing her options between Mission Two and Mission Three, she decisively chose Mission Three. Over the following period, Yu Liuxue worked with remarkable diligence and quickly made a name for herself. Her parents were deeply gratified to see their daughter so motivated. They couldn’t help but recall the attitudes of a few young men during past matchmaking attempts—especially Li Zhen.

Her mother let out a cold snort. “Our Keying is so outstanding. They must be regretting it to death now.”

Her father immediately chimed in, “Yes, yes, they must be regretting it. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll call them right now and invite them out to dinner, so they’ll regret it even more.”

This time, of course, it wasn’t about matchmaking anymore—it was all about showing off their daughter. Ignoring Yu Liuxue’s protests, her mother made the final decision with a slam of her hand. “You’re coming tomorrow whether you want to or not. If you don’t, I’ll bring your uncles and aunties straight to your house.”

Yu Liuxue: “…” The older, the craftier.

When she heard that Li Zhen and the others would be there too, Yu Liuxue reluctantly agreed. On the day of the gathering, she deliberately dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, wore an oversized hat, slicked her hair back neatly and low, put on a pair of exaggerated gold hoops, painted on bright red lipstick, and strutted out the door in heels, swinging a clutch with theatrical flair.

The moment her parents saw her over-the-top appearance, their smiles froze ever so slightly.

The aunties, on the other hand, were amazed. “Keying must’ve made a lot this past year, huh? My goodness, just look at that outfit—must be at least several hundred thousand! And that purse, it’s a global limited edition, only a hundred made! I was late that day and didn’t manage to grab one. I’ve been regretting it ever since.”

The other aunties gasped in awe. “Wow, Keying’s really made something of herself. The last time we saw you, you had nothing. And now, in under a year, you’ve become so impressive.”

Her mother’s expression softened slightly. “Oh, it’s nothing. Keying’s always been mischievous since she was little. Now that she’s finally found something she loves, she just has to keep working hard. She mustn’t get too full of herself.”

While the women exchanged polite compliments, they were secretly competing over whose child was more successful. Yu Liuxue, bored out of her mind, kept yawning. Just as she was drowning in ennui, Li Zhen and the others finally started arriving one after another. The moment they opened the door and saw her exaggerated getup, they were all dumbfounded. What the hell was this now?

Yu Liuxue winked at them, her smile sweet as honey. “Li Zhen, Lixin, come on in and have a seat.”

Li Zhen frowned ever so slightly. He had assumed Yu Liuxue would be all over him today like before, but after sitting for five minutes, he started to feel something was off.

“Oh my, Keying is amazing! Whoever marries her must’ve accumulated blessings over three lifetimes! She’s so good at making money, and she’s gorgeous too—her suitors probably stretch across the whole of Jiangcheng.”

Li Zhen: “…” That’s way over the top.

“Keying used to be Li Zhen’s girlfriend. She liked him so much back then. But now, when she looks at him, there’s not a trace of affection in her eyes.”

Li Zhen immediately looked over at Yu Liuxue. She lifted her eyes with a bright smile, tilted her head, and blinked innocently. “What’s wrong?”

Li Zhen quickly looked away.

Ever since Cheng Yu’s true colors were exposed the day before yesterday, Li Zhen realized that he had misunderstood Zhao Keying all along. Seeing her doing even better now than before—with a successful career and impressive income—he occasionally found himself wondering in the middle of the night whether he had been too cruel back then.

At their regular gatherings, Mu Lixin would often offhandedly say things like “Zhao Keying’s even more attractive now,” and every time Li Zhen heard it, his heart would skip a beat.

Over time, those skipped beats became more frequent. With encouragement and teasing from those around him, Li Zhen’s attitude gradually shifted from resentment to enjoyment. Slowly, being Zhao Keying’s ex-boyfriend brought him a lot of attention and popularity, and the benefits associated with her name grew by the day.

Li Zhen was a manager, and he thought, if he could bring Zhao Keying to business dinners in the future, he would definitely gain major face.

Now, Li Zhen was starting to entertain thoughts of getting back together.

Just then, an auntie asked, “Keying, do you actually make money from filming those videos?”

Yu Liuxue didn’t even think before answering, “Oh yeah, a lot. I’m raking in tens of millions a year.”

Li Zhen and Mu Lixin looked over in unison. “…?” Seriously?

The auntie chuckled. “Then, Keying, what do you think of my son Zuo Xia? Don’t rush—he’ll be here soon…”

Just then, the door swung open. As Yu Liuxue was still pondering how she’d deal with Zuo Xia’s mother, she suddenly saw that the person entering wasn’t Zuo Xia at all.

It was Jiang Zhixi—along with her parents.

Yu Liuxue: “?”

Why did the female lead show up with her parents in tow?

Jiang Zhixi gave a faint smile and said to the group, “Zuo Xia got into a car accident on the way here and broke a leg. He’s in the hospital right now. I was worried Uncle and Auntie would be concerned, so I came by to let you know—but don’t worry, he’s fine now.”

This line sounded awfully familiar.

Yu Liuxue suddenly remembered—wasn’t this the exact excuse she had used last time to get away?

After speaking, Jiang Zhixi looked at Yu Liuxue, who was also looking back at her. Seriously? You came to deliver a message—fine. But why bring your parents along?

Are you here for a blind date?

Very quickly, Jiang Zhixi’s actions answered that question. She led her parents over to Yu Liuxue’s parents, wearing a gentle, graceful smile, and said, “Uncle, Auntie, hello. I’m Keying’s girlfriend, Jiang Zhixi.”

“You met me last time.”

Yu Liuxue’s parents froze. After exchanging a glance, they hurriedly asked the waiter to add three more chairs. Li Zhen stiffly stared at Yu Liuxue and Jiang Zhixi, nearly losing his composure on the spot. Zhao Keying is Zhixi’s girlfriend? What kind of joke was this?

Once the three were seated, Yu Liuxue noticed her parents whispering to each other, then politely said, “Zhixi, you came all this way…”

“Not far. This restaurant belongs to us,” Jiang Zhixi’s father said abruptly. He looked exactly like a mob boss—dark sunglasses and an intimidating aura. Her mother tugged at her husband’s leg and quickly explained, “To be honest, this restaurant is just one of our family’s little businesses.”

“If Keying likes it, we’ll give it to her right away.”

An old man nearby reading on his phone glanced up.

Is this how rich people play the game?

Yu Liuxue immediately and righteously declined, “Auntie, I don’t think that’s appropriate. Zhixi and I…”

“Is it not enough? That’s okay. As long as you go home with Zhixi today, I’ll immediately transfer fifteen percent of the company shares to you tomorrow. Just a small gesture from us as elders.”

Jiang Zhixi looked at Yu Liuxue’s conflicted expression, her gaze carrying a hint of expectation and the slightest trace of nervousness.

“It’s not that I’m poor or anything. Do you think I’m desperate for their money?” Yu Liuxue gave a light snort, then suddenly switched gears and said, “Yes, I am.”

System: “……”

“But I’m a righteous successor of socialism, a Red Scarf who helps others. How could I possibly be tempted by a little bit of money?”

Just then, Jiang Zhixi narrowed her eyes. Yu Liuxue shivered on the spot and quickly said, “No need, Uncle, Auntie! Zhixi and I are truly in love, (QAQ).”