Adding the 200,000-plus yuan of luxuries he'd bought for himself last night,
Jiang Cheng had spent more than 400,000 yuan on her in a single evening.
Jiang Cheng knew Lin Qingxue asked because she was developing real feelings for him.
After all, a girl who only cares about money just thinks about how to coax you into spending more on her.
The instant she gets the cash she clamps it tight in her fist.
Yet what Jiang Cheng sensed in Lin Qingxue's tone wasn't glee—it was anxiety and bitterness.
Even if this kind of girl had first approached him for money, Jiang Cheng didn't mind.
She was simply left with no choice.
Honestly, the sum meant nothing to him; it was nothing more than an equal trade.
Jiang Cheng wanted her body and heart; she wanted Jiang Cheng's money—perfectly fair.
"Didn't you steal my heart long ago?" Jiang Cheng recited the scumbag's classic line while tucking the stray hair behind Lin Qingxue's ear.
Lin Qingxue's heart fluttered at his flirtatious words.
Who doesn't love sweet talk, especially new lovers like them.
People in love are blind and deaf.
Even though she'd always known Jiang Cheng wouldn't have only her, at this very moment she was still willing to drown in his honeyed words.
Lin Qingxue asked cautiously, "So… is anyone else tricking you?"
Then she shook her head. "Forget it, I'd rather not know. Hurry to Military Training—we're terribly late."
Jiang Cheng hooked a smile and stroked her hair. Good, good—he liked this kind of sensible girl.
When everyone knows the score, there's far less trouble.
After helping Lin Qingxue carry last night's haul to the Girls' Dorm, Jiang Cheng returned to his own.
Since the morning drill was half over anyway, he'd simply show up at noon.
Without the slightest guilt, Jiang Cheng went straight back to sleep for a second round.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue lugged the bags back to her room.
There were no classes this morning; her roommates still lay in bed, bleary-eyed, scrolling on their phones.
The moment they saw Lin Qingxue walk in, they exchanged glances and sat up in perfect unison.
"Holy crap, Qingxue—you hit the jackpot! Look at all this stuff!"
"Wow, these are all designer brands!"
"Don't tell me some Junior gave them to you?"
"…"
They buzzed around her, firing questions from every side.
Lin Qingxue had known this would happen; she had nowhere else to stash the things.
Seeing her blissful smile, the three of them sighed with even louder envy.
"My God, Qingxue, what's the story with that Junior?"
"Spill—did you two ** last night?"
"Yeah, yeah—'clap for love'? Otherwise why buy you so much?"
Lin Qingxue's mind raced. "No—he bought these for me last night. My period's here; how could I be with him?"
Hearing that, their eyes slid sideways, voices turning sour.
"So jealous—he gives you all this without even sleeping together? Must be hundreds of thousands."
"By the way, Qingxue, did you see the Forum? It's nasty."
"Yeah, someone posted photos of you two driving off last night, claiming you've latched onto a rich Junior."
"Right, we just saw it—the thread's on fire."
"We know you're not with him for money, but outsiders don't. Now you've brought back all this stuff—imagine what they'll say."
Listening to their tea-scented remarks, Lin Qingxue shrugged, unbothered.
"Let them talk—I don't care."
Seeing her calm, they pressed on.
"There's another hot thread saying your boyfriend skips Military Training, hiding in the Lounge all the time."
"Yeah, tons of people are demanding an investigation, claiming he bribed someone. Everyone else trains hard—only he gets special treatment."
"People are hypersensitive about the Second-generation rich label. Some are even rallying to get him expelled."