Chapter 12: The Social Gathering of the Wealthy Woman (Double Monthly Votes at the End of the Month~)
The Porsche weaved through the traffic on Zhongshan Road, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down.
Lyu Yao held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily upward.
Sister Wang’s expression was heavy with sorrow, as if it might shatter at any moment.
In this stifling, almost suffocating atmosphere, Lyu Yao did not bother with sweet words to comfort her, nor did he compromise his own feelings to provide emotional solace.
After all, he wasn’t really Brother Mozi.
And since he had taken Sister Wang’s money, there would definitely be reciprocity.
So at this moment, Lyu Yao appeared particularly firm.
Only when the Porsche left Zhongshan Road did Sister Wang, feeling wronged, say, “Your words are so hurtful. You don’t even try to comfort me.”
Lyu Yao leaned against the car window, exhaling smoke, and said softly, “Sister Wang, such an outstanding and mature woman like you, do you really need comfort from a fresh graduate like me? You actually understand these things better than I do.”
This subtle compliment was easier to accept than direct praise.
Sister Wang pouted but looked pleased.
Yet she was clever.
She sighed and said with a hint of melancholy, “No matter how strong a woman is, she’s still made of water and needs to be cherished.”
Lyu Yao nodded in agreement. “Sister Wang is indeed made of water.”
“Made of water?” Sister Wang frowned.
How could the same phrase sound so different when it came from Lyu Yao?
She shot him a glare, clearly unimpressed.
Lyu Yao chuckled leisurely. “I’ve always believed that a good relationship is one of equals, and equality is built on financial independence.”
“Although right now I’m living in your house, driving your car, spending your money, and even using you.”
“But this is only temporary.”
He looked seriously at Sister Wang beside him and said, “Everything I take from you, I will repay double, even triple—”
“I promise!”
His tone was firm, resolute, even carrying an undeniable swagger.
And for some reason, this attitude of his struck a chord deep in Sister Wang’s heart, making her feel strangely delighted and tingling.
Could this be the legendary soft rice eaten with a hard bite?
Oh no.
Was she about to be taken over by this “CPU”?
Pouting in defiance, Sister Wang reached to grab the money from Lyu Yao’s arms.
But he was quick, stuffing it into his backpack. “You want to take back money that’s already in my hands? No way!”
“You’re shameless.”
“At worst, I’ll pay you back billions tonight!”
When Lyu Yao opened his backpack, Sister Wang caught sight of a thick stack of red bills lying inside and exclaimed, surprised, “Wow? Making that much right after stepping outside?”
Lyu Yao smugly replied, “Earned it with my own skills.”
Sister Wang doubted whether those skills were entirely legitimate.
Seeing her doubt, Lyu Yao reassured her, “Don’t worry, Sister Wang, I’m not just anyone.”
To have anything happen with him, this money wouldn’t be enough.
And it’s not like anyone’s money works on him.
So Lyu Yao patted his backpack with a thud. “Rest assured, this money is clean.”
Sister Wang tilted her head. “Wait, does that mean my money isn’t clean?”
The teasing was relentless.
Lyu Yao zipped up his backpack and tossed it onto the backseat. “You haven’t told me why you called me here yet.”
Sister Wang said boldly, “Come with me to a gathering. It’s full of wealthy rich women~”
Lyu Yao understood immediately. “So there will be many Brother Mozis there, and you need me to shield you.”
Sister Wang was speechless.
How did this guy always know everything?
After leaving Zhongshan Road, Sister Wang didn’t rush to the party location.
Instead, she took Lyu Yao to a suit shop on Changxi Road.
She said, “Let’s get you changed. The tailors here are all apprentices of the Mingzhou Red Gang’s master tailors—excellent craftsmanship. We’re in a hurry today, so they’ll take your measurements and give you a ready-made suit first. The custom ones will be delivered to your home later.”
Just hearing that sounded expensive.
Even in his past life, when Lyu Yao had some family wealth, he never had such an outfit.
Before Lyu Yao could speak, Sister Wang shot him a glance. “Don’t worry, it’s not your money.”
Clearly a regular here, Sister Wang was warmly greeted by the tailors as they began measuring Lyu Yao.
The measuring was meticulous!
Under Sister Wang’s careful selection, she chose for him a peak lapel Italian suit with a swallow-tail collar white shirt underneath.
She even brought him leather shoes, a watch, and a brooch to match.
When Lyu Yao stepped out of the fitting room dressed in this ensemble, Sister Wang, waiting outside, was momentarily dazed.
It was like...
Too familiar.
A scene she had only seen in dreams and fantasies was suddenly reflected in reality.
At that moment,
Sister Wang almost saw a younger version of herself, full of joy, circling and laughing beside Lyu Yao.
“Hey?”
Lyu Yao’s gentle call snapped her back.
She forced a smile and sighed, “Sorry, I got distracted.”
Lyu Yao raised both hands, looking left and right. “How do I look?”
Sister Wang nodded firmly. “Very good!”
The suit fit perfectly.
Handsome!
The Italian suit was casual and comfortable overall, paired with the wide swallow-tail collar shirt, watch, and brooch, striking a balance between relaxation and formality.
The outfit accentuated Lyu Yao’s sharp, angular face, making him look even more handsome.
He even had a supermodel vibe.
Sister Wang naturally linked her arm through his. “Let’s go.”
...
Their gathering was at a private club by Moling Lake.
Upon arrival, the first thing that caught their eyes was the lush, verdant garden.
After wandering through the grounds, they approached a traditional Chinese terrace building with ornate eaves and intricate carvings.
Drawing closer, they noticed a plaque hanging on the building inscribed in gold seal script with three characters:
“Retreat Heart Hall.”
The place...
The style...
Every detail spoke of a status far beyond Lyu Yao’s reach.
He had always thought Sister Wang was just a wealthy rich woman, but this place was clearly not somewhere money alone could buy access.
One needed influence as well.
Clearly, Sister Wang was no ordinary woman.
Sensing Lyu Yao’s nervousness, Sister Wang took his hand gently. “Relax. Most people here are friends.”
Lyu Yao took a deep breath.
A man reborn should never lose his nerve.
After two deep breaths, he felt much more at ease.
Sister Wang’s bright eyes curved like crescent moons. “Looks like our junior brother Lyu Yao is destined for great things~”
He had calmed down so quickly.
Normally, first-timers at such upscale places would feel tense, reserved, afraid of making a faux pas and losing face.
But Lyu Yao was already composed before even entering.
And it wasn’t a forced composure.
That kind of inner calm couldn’t be faked.
Like those people in Magic City... desperately tense but trying to appear relaxed by publicly learning yoga on the street for 2,988 yuan, only to become the laughingstock of the internet.
But Lyu Yao relaxed easily in a few breaths...
Such tranquility was rare.
He smiled and said, “Why would I be nervous? Besides, I’m not the one footing the bill.”
Sister Wang was speechless.
Fine, fine.
She knew her younger brother was hopeless for saying anything sensible.
Together, they entered the lobby of Retreat Heart Hall.
Sister Wang’s close friends were already there, and upon seeing her, they warmly rushed over. “Shu Jie~”
The woman who ran up was elegantly made up and dressed in expensive clothes.
Even her square diamond earrings were worth a fortune.
Other similarly well-dressed and affluent ladies also greeted them.
When their gazes fell on Lyu Yao, he raised an eyebrow.
So this was a gathering of wealthy women?
No wonder it looked so exclusive!