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"I'm footing the bill for six machines," said Liu Yaolong with a very polite air, while Li Zhiyan noticed that Wang Xinyue was carrying a new bag in her hand, a Dior brand one.
Although he wasn't sure about the specific model, it must have cost at least a few thousand yuan. This guy was really generous.
But Liu Yaolong clearly didn't understand one thing: money is for impressing women.
Giving women money, especially someone like Wang Xinyue, who hadn't contributed anything, was only going to make her think she was something special, that her charm was irresistible.
It might even give her the entitled idea that she could just ask men for money whenever she ran out.
In fact, social morals at that time weren't so degraded, but it was because of big spenders like Liu Yaolong acting like lapdogs that so many women started thinking receiving gifts didn't mean they had to reciprocate.
"Class monitor, Uncle Liu's business has been going well lately, hasn't it?" Li Zhiyan said with a smile. Since Liu Yaolong loved to play the rich second-generation card, he might as well play along here.
"Yeah, a lot of people thought my dad was finished, but he's made a comeback now; his business is doing much better than before," said Liu Yaolong, who suddenly found Li Zhiyan and Li Shiyu quite pleasing to the eye.
"When my dad gives me pocket money next time, I'm going to open an internet cafe like this near the university town. Everyone can surf the net for free when they come to my place," he proclaimed.
All his classmates looked at Liu Yaolong with envy. Being a rich second generation meant being ostentatious. Even Wang Xinyue harbored aspirations, thinking that if Liu Yaolong could indeed afford to open an internet cafe, then becoming his girlfriend was something to consider.
She hadn't even started dating him yet and had already received a bag worth five thousand yuan. It seemed her beauty was truly valuable. If he wanted to be with her, the minimum price would have to be in the tens of thousands.
What followed was Liu Yaolong showing off in front of his classmates and Wang Xinyue, with some remarks making Li Zhiyan cringe.
But that was normal. Most people, especially at the age of 18, lacked intellect.
A normal person wouldn't think of continuously lying to ask for money from their family. Greed-driven people weren't really human; they were more like animals with a human shell.
However, this kind of lavish spending came with a price.
Liu Yaolong was still young, so Aunt Fang should be the one to bear the consequences.
He started to read with interest: The story revolved around a still-charming aunt living in a rental room and a young man.
It was the same story Li Zhiyan had seen the title of before: something about rental room mysteries...
"This is really well written. I wonder if Aunt Fang would like these kind of stories," Li Zhiyan thought to himself.
He had a feeling that Aunt Fang wouldn't openly read it, but whether she'd read it secretly, who knew.
"Shopkeeper, one piece of learning material, please."
After paying two yuan, Li Zhiyan left the two-yuan shop with the book rolled into a tube, while the shopkeeper expressionlessly took out another copy from the pile and placed it on top.
He'd never sold any learning materials, but everyone claimed that's what they were buying.
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Concealing the book in his sleeve, Li Zhiyan couldn't shake off a feeling of guilty conscience.
Lucky for him he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt today, otherwise it would have been difficult to hide.
Thinking back to when he was in school, sneaking storybooks into class and reading them secretly, he felt a bit relieved.
When you're young, you indeed tend to do some thoughtless things.
"Aunt Fang!"
After arriving at Fang Zhiya's stall, Li Zhiyan waved to her.
Seeing Li Zhiyan again brought a shy emotion to Fang Zhiya's heart.
The image of her feeding Li Zhiyan involuntarily rose in her mind, and now, thinking about it, how could she have agreed to such a request.
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