Why is This Troublemaker So Damn Rich?

Yang Hui didn’t know what she was thinking. ’Why would I be polite? Only a fool would be. How else am I supposed to complete the system’s mission?’

Outside the car window, neon signs cast shifting patterns of light across her profile.

’He was secretly pleased. ’You have to make your own opportunities. If I hadn’t pushed for this date tonight, there’d be no chance for her to spend any money.’

’An exception? I hope you *never* make an exception!’

"Shen Meng, what part of town do you live in?"

"Shunyuan District."

’Shunyuan District? That’s not far from Wenjing Yunlu, is it? This is even more convenient.’

"What a coincidence. You can commute with me for the next few months."

’The next few months?’ Shen Meng was puzzled. ’Never mind whether I’d commute with him or not... why only a few months?’

He had let it slip. He quickly tried to cover for himself, "I’m just worried I won’t last long at the company. I’m not a big fan of the atmosphere there."

To his surprise, Shen Meng completely agreed. "The company is definitely a bit too repressive. The boss doesn’t seem very enlightened."

"Alright, spread the word! Shen Meng says the boss of Futong Commerce isn’t very smart!"

"What? I didn’t say that! I said his management style is too paternalistic."

"Alright, spread the word! Shen Meng says the boss of Futong Commerce is a total fake!"

"You! I’m done talking to you."

Shen Meng turned her head away, knowing he was just teasing her.

Watching her pout like that, he suddenly felt his heart flutter.

When the car stopped at a red light, she suddenly leaned over and lowered the window. The night air, thick with the city’s clamor, rushed in and swept away the enchanting fragrance that had filled the car.

The car pulled up in front of Jingmi Candlelight Pavilion, a Western restaurant.

The restaurant was close to Shunyuan District, which would make her trip home convenient. The name, "Jingmi," suggested a tranquil atmosphere, fitting for a place centered around candlelight.

As he led Shen Meng inside, the warm yellow candlelight cast delicate shadows across her collarbones, giving her a soft, dreamlike beauty.

It was Yang Hui’s first time here as well. The place had looked distinctive from the outside, and since he didn’t know any other restaurants in the area, he’d decided to give it a try.

He glanced at the menu and felt a pang of regret. ’I didn’t think about it before, but Shen Meng is just a regular office worker. She probably doesn’t spend a lot day-to-day. Making her treat me here feels like I’m taking advantage of her.’

’But we’re already here. Worst case, I’ll just pay the bill myself.’

The food was quite good, but he noticed Shen Meng was barely eating. At first, he assumed she was watching what she ate to stay in shape.

But she seemed very interested in the chocolate lava cake. Molten chocolate oozed out from under her silver fork, and the candlelight danced on her dessert spoon.

Yang Hui never mentioned the topic of livestream e-commerce, and Shen Meng never asked. His invitation to "talk about work" was just an excuse for a date, a fact they both tacitly understood.

Through their small talk, he learned that Shen Meng was from a smaller county outside the city. She had stayed in Qingzhou to work after graduation and was currently living with her aunt.

"To be honest, I don’t like living with relatives. I’ve wanted to move out for a long time, but my aunt won’t let me, and my parents think it’s unsafe for a girl to live alone. So, I’ve just stayed there."

He also learned she had an older cousin, three years her senior, who also worked in retail.

"You must have a lot to talk about with your cousin, then."

The warm, flickering candlelight caressed her profile. Her lowered lashes curved like a candle flame in a draft, partially hiding the amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Not really. We have different values."

"Oh?" He didn’t think much of it, but he could tell from her slight smile that she was partly joking.

"Yang Hui, what’s your dream in life?"

The question was a bit sudden. He smiled and said, "A great career and a great love!"

She rolled her eyes. "More specific."

The candlelight danced on his glass, making his peach blossom eyes seem even deeper. The corners of his eyes tilted up slightly, carrying a playful smile. As his gaze shifted, it was like watching stars fall, and she found herself captivated.

"Money and beautiful women, then."

She scoffed, but then she noticed his gaze was still fixed on her. The amusement in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a profound focus, as if he were trying to peer right into her soul.

Her heart skipped a beat. She instinctively pressed her lips together. "Shallow!"

"So what’s your dream? Oh, wait, I mean, what’s your ideal type?"

’A dream and an ideal type aren’t the same thing. He’s already shifted the conversation from life goals to dating preferences.’

She rested her chin in her hand, tilting her head as she looked at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Why? Hoping you’ll fit the description?"

He chuckled softly, his eyelashes dipping down for a moment. When he looked up again, the amusement in his peach blossom eyes had deepened. The upward curve at the corners was like a tiny, alluring hook, both languid and flirtatious. His voice was low and magnetic. "And what if I am?"

"Yang Hui, you have such a wicked smile."

"Do I...?" he drawled, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly as if in thought—or perhaps just to tease her. "Or could it be you’re looking at me through tinted glasses?"

The amusement in his eyes settled, replaced by a profound focus, as if he were trying to peer right into her soul.

For a moment, the air went still. The ambiguous tension between them seemed to solidify in the small space.

"My ideal type can’t be a scumbag!"

She said it with a smile, leaving him unsure if she was being serious or just joking.

"Is that so? Well, I happen to meet that requirement."

"But you absolutely reek of scumbag!"

She tapped the rim of her dessert plate with her silver fork, then suddenly looked up with a smile. "I hear men with peach blossom eyes are the best at deception. Just like you right now—" she drew out the last word, reaching out to gesture toward the corner of his eye, "—you look like you’re whispering sweet nothings even when you’re just speaking to the air."

He chuckled at her words, his peach blossom eyes seeming to ripple under the warm light. His lashes cast fan-like shadows on his cheeks, and the naturally upturned corners of his eyes were like little hooks. "Then would you like to verify the rumor?"

"Li Qian also said you have beautiful eyes. That they’re especially alluring. She figures you must have a lot of flings on the side."

Yang Hui put on a look of utter innocence. "Am I that kind of person?"

"Aren’t you? Mr. Yang Dingtian!"

’He was speechless. He recalled their two previous encounters and how he’d taken full advantage of her. Plus, she had overheard Liu Shasha calling him Yang Dingtian. It seemed his scumbag persona was now firmly fixed in her mind.’

"I’m gonna go take a leak!"

"So crude..."

Shen Meng rolled her eyes at him. She knew he was being deliberately crass. ’This guy is so strange,’ she thought. ’All the other boys who’ve pursued me tried to act refined and gentlemanly.’

’But not him. He was putting on an act, pretending to be some crude, roguish scumbag.’

’Thinking back on their interactions over the past two days, she decided he was a scumbag, but an authentic one.’

’Aren’t all men scumbags anyway? Some are just better at hiding it, or they lack the resources to act on it. They’re all the same in the end.’

’Still, there’s a difference between a scumbag and actual human trash. At least he seemed like a good person at heart.’

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