Why is This Troublemaker So Damn Rich?

Huang Lingyu didn't know how to refuse him. As she gathered her things, she tried to steel herself.

'First, I'll see what he wants. If he makes any inappropriate demands, I'll definitely refuse. The worst he can do is tell everyone I work at the KTV.'

'But if I give in, won't I be blackmailed by him forever with this? If it really comes to that, I'd rather shatter like jade than be an intact tile. Hmph!'

Her gaze hardened with resolve, only to hear a voice from behind say, "What's with you? Why are you spacing out again?"

"Oh, right, right!"

The mental fortification she had just spent so long building collapsed in an instant. It was as if fearing him had become a conditioned reflex. Huang Lingyu cursed herself for being so useless.

Her colleague was already in the middle of the shift handover. Hearing the man behind Huang Lingyu yell at her, the colleague found it strange. At the company, Huang Lingyu was always surrounded by a pack of simps, so why was she so afraid of this man?

Could he be her boyfriend? He's so handsome, but why is he so harsh with his girlfriend?

Besides, Huang Lingyu's usual clothes and expenses were very modest. This boyfriend didn't seem to treat her well. What a waste of such a pretty face and a great figure. Her taste in men was terrible.

As Huang Lingyu was packing her things, she accidentally knocked her handbag to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, her colleague said intentionally, "Lingyu, your bag is peeling. You should get a new one."

As she said this, she shot a glance at Yang Hui and let out a disdainful snort. He looked sharp, but he didn't dote on his beautiful girlfriend at all. What good was being handsome? Could it buy you a couple of pounds of pork?

Although Yang Hui didn't understand why her colleague had given him a cold glare, he did see Huang Lingyu's handbag. Just as her colleague had said, it was peeling, yet she was still using it.

It reminded him that she moonlighted at a KTV. Was she really that short on cash? Wasn't Zheng Lei's family rich? And didn't they help support her? Why did she still seem so broke she couldn't make ends meet?

Even without Zheng Lei's support, her sales commission from selling new energy vehicles should be decent. Buying a house or a car would be stressful, but what was so hard about buying a handbag?

Huang Lingyu came to his side, and a fragrant breeze wafted over—a pleasant mix of perfume and shampoo.

"I'm ready."

He nodded and got out of the second row of the Lantu Dream Chaser. "Let's go."

Huang Lingyu kept half a step behind him, her small hands clutching her bag strap tightly, occasionally stealing glances at his profile.

'He's handsome from the side, too. If only he were a little gentler. Why is he so fierce?'

'Where is he taking me? I remember there's a hotel right outside the main entrance. He's not going to get a room with me, is he? What would I do then? I need to think of an excuse.'

'We're already at the main entrance. This is it. He's definitely taking me to get a room.'

"Yang Hui."

Huang Lingyu's face was a little pale. The walk had clearly terrified her.

He turned to look at her. She must have had a reason for calling out to him.

"Um... I got my period today."

What did she mean by that? Yang Hui glanced at her. "What, were you hoping to get a room with me? I don't have time this afternoon. If you've got your period, you've got your period. Hmm, your face is pale. You do look like you've lost a lot of blood."

"Ah—"

'How mortifying. So that wasn't what he meant. I was nervous for nothing.'

'Hmph, what does he mean, *was I hoping* to get a room with him? Based on how you acted at the KTV the other day, and at dinner last night, if I had suggested it, would you really have refused?'

'And 'no time'? Now you're just playing hard to get.'

Women are strange creatures. A moment ago, she was terrified he was taking her to get a room, and now, his words had sparked her competitive spirit.

Yang Hui paid her no mind and kept walking until he reached the Gucci store. He turned to look at a bewildered Huang Lingyu. "Come in. Why are you spacing out again? Did you lose so much blood your brain's not getting enough oxygen?"

'You're the one whose brain is lacking oxygen! Why did you bring me to a Gucci store?'

She only dared to rebel in her thoughts. Out loud, she just said, "Okay, okay," and followed him into the store.

A sales associate in a midnight-blue suit quickly approached, her heels tapping out a two-beat rhythm on the marble floor—the first step a professional warmth, the second a restrained appraisal after seeing how Huang Lingyu was dressed.

"Good morning, sir." The double-G emblem on her brooch rose and fell with her breathing.

What a coincidence. It was the same sales associate who had helped him when he came with Liu Shasha. He could tell she recognized him.

But since he was with a different beautiful woman today, she was afraid of misspeaking and didn't mention his last visit.

Yang Hui scanned the display cases, then pointed at a Medium Sylvie Handbag. "Take that one down for her to try."

Ah—

Huang Lingyu was utterly astonished.

'He's actually buying me a bag? He must have heard my colleague say my bag was ruined, so he brought me here to buy a new one.'

'Oh my god, he's so thoughtful, so sweet. Even if he's a scumbag, he's a sweet scumbag.'

When Huang Lingyu's fingertips touched the Gucci strap, they recoiled as if burned—the gold-stamped double-G logo gleamed coldly under the lights.

She could hear her own heart thundering, like a caged bird battering against her ribs. If Yang Hui were to ask her to get a room right now, she very well might agree on impulse.

The 31.5cm width of the bag formed a golden ratio with her 38cm shoulders. The lines of her legs, peeking through the side slit of her skirt as she moved, created a dynamic balance with the bag's three-dimensional silhouette.

When worn cross-body, the detachable 42cm shoulder strap allowed the metal chain to hang exactly three finger-widths above her hip bone—the empirically proven most comfortable length for a shoulder bag.

He rested his chin on his hand, sizing her up. Not bad. Or maybe it was just that the model had a good figure, so anything would look good on her.

'Shen Meng is even prettier than her, so it should suit her,' Yang Hui thought to himself.

"Go ahead and wrap this one up for me."

The sales associate's face lit up. This handsome man was always so decisive every time he came in. If he wasn't always accompanied by a beautiful woman, she would have asked for his WeChat.

She took out a business card and handed it to Yang Hui. "Sir, this is my card. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."

He smiled and pocketed the card. He understood her intentions, but he wasn't interested in anyone who scored less than a seven.

Huang Lingyu came forward and whispered, "Yang Hui, this bag is too expensive, and I don't need it. Maybe we shouldn't buy it."

He was still looking around at other styles in the display cases. Hearing her, he turned and said, "Oh, this isn't for you."

The color instantly drained from her face. The peony-pink of her earlobes faded to a pearly white, and the rose-gold necklace at her collarbone suddenly felt like it was digging painfully into her skin. Her gaze darted to the bustling traffic outside the display window.

She was really about to cry.

'Yang Hui, you're awful! How could you do this to me? This is so humiliating.'

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