She definitely saw that transfer notification!
The moment she read "introduce a girlfriend" and that ¥520, she knew exactly what was going on.
Zhou Xiaomeng had hooked up with some rich sugar daddy!
And not just any sugar daddy — this guy's appetite was huge. One girl wasn't enough; he wanted more girls.
Opportunity!
Jiang Xiaoya's heart hammered.
Sure, she wasn't drop‑dead gorgeous enough to stop traffic, but she was definitely a beauty! Back in high school, her crush letters could've filled a drawer.
She figured she was better looking than Zhou Xiaomeng — only "flaw" was maybe a little smaller up top.
So what?
If nature shortchanged you, you made it up with skill.
If he wanted to play, she'd play — however he wanted.
Hell, this body was gonna get "developed" by a man sooner or later. Might as well use it to rake in big bucks while she could.
But she also clocked that Zhou Xiaomeng was being a greedy little snake, hoarding the sugar daddy and refusing to share.
Hmph. Won't you share? Fine, I'll take matters into my own hands.
She tiptoed to Zhou Xiaomeng's bed, waited till she was deep asleep, then carefully swiped her phone.
Gently grabbed Zhou Xiaomeng's soft thumb, pressed it to the fingerprint sensor — click — screen unlocked.
Yes!
Jiang Xiaoya grinned, opened WeChat.
Right there was the chat with Ferry Me, Not Her.
First thing she saw: Zhou Xiaomeng's line — "My girlfriends are all fat and ugly."
Oh, you little b*tch! Jiang Xiaoya's teeth clenched, adding another tally to the mental revenge list.
She calmed her temper, scrolled up to see what else they'd been saying.
Then she froze.
There it was — a photo of Zhou Xiaomeng in nothing but panties.
Legs spread like… like that!
Absolutely shameless!
Jiang Xiaoya's worldview cracked.
No wonder whenever she joked about Zhou and her boyfriend playing spicy games online, Xiaomeng turned beet red.
So she wasn't sexting her boyfriend — she was playing dirty with a sugar daddy all along!
Her eyes soon landed on the red transfer notices in the chat.
Unclaimed ¥1,314 and ¥520, and scrolling up — more ¥1,314s, ¥520s, even a ¥3,000.
Those glaring numbers made her heart race, mouth go dry.
So much money!
She checked the dates.
All of it was from today.
One day.
This "Ferry bro" had dropped over ¥10,000 on Zhou Xiaomeng in a single day!
And all Zhou had to do was send some shameless pics?!
That was easy money?!
Anyone could take photos — and that was worth ten grand?!
Right then, Zhou Xiaomeng rolled over in bed, mumbling, "Ferry bro… mmm… so itchy… hehe…"
A sneer and cold grin crossed Jiang Xiaoya's face.
Dreaming, huh? Must be dreaming about your sugar daddy f**king you.
Without hesitation, she copied Ferry Me, Not Her's WeChat ID, backed out to the main screen, locked it, and carefully placed the phone back by Zhou Xiaomeng's pillow as nothing happened.
Back in her own bed, Jiang Xiaoya's heart still pounded like a drum.
She clutched her phone like it was a golden ticket to a new life.
Zhou Xiaomeng's disgusting photo and those massive transfers played on repeat in her mind.
Jealousy and excitement tangled together, heating her inside.
Why?!
Why should Zhou Xiaomeng — that green‑tea b*tch — rake in over ¥10,000 a day just by taking a few naughty pics?
While she, Jiang Xiaoya, had to beg her parents for a few hundred yuan and pinch pennies in the cafeteria?
Unfair! So unfair!
She took a deep breath, forced herself to be calm.
This wasn't the time to stew in envy — it was time to strike.
She opened WeChat, searched the ID she'd just memorized, and found Ferry Me, Not Her.
Profile pic: a deep, starry sky — mysterious, high‑class vibes.
She hit Add Contact without hesitation.
Typing the friend request, she hesitated.
What should she say?
Straight up: "I'm Mengmeng's bestie"? No — Zhou had literally just told him her friends were ugly. Instant contradiction.
What if he got mad and blocked her?
Brain racing, she came up with a plan.
In the verification message, she carefully typed:
Brother, Mengmeng recommended me. She said you like collecting… special things? (shy.jpg)
Vague enough to hint at her purpose, but left the ball in his court.
Perfect.
She placed the phone on her chest, waited in tense anticipation.
Seconds felt like centuries.
She could hear her own heartbeat booming.
Meanwhile, in the guys' dorm, Lin Feng was standing behind Wang Hao, watching him play games, munching on potato chips "donated" by Zhu Dawei.
His phone vibrated — a WeChat friend request.
And it was from searching by account number!
Odd — Ferry Me, Not Her was a temp account he'd made; two days ago, he wouldn't have known it existed himself.
But when he saw "recommended by Mengmeng", he instantly got it.
This Zhou Xiaomeng says no, but her actions scream yes.
The moment she finished calling her friends ugly, she went ahead and sent one over?
And "special things"? Guess she knows the game.
Lin Feng smirked, tapped Accept.
Let's see what this little snake is really cooking.
Dingdong!
The friend‑approved chime rang crisply in the quiet dorm.
Jiang Xiaoya jolted upright!
He accepted!
She almost screamed and covered her mouth.
Seeing that starry‑sky avatar in her contacts, her breathing turned hot.
Step one — complete.
She fought her excitement, opened the chat, planning her opening move.
She had to be more proactive and more "open‑minded" than Zhou Xiaomeng if she wanted to steal this sugar daddy.