You have to admit, when it comes to a college filled with aspiring flight attendants, good looks are a dime a dozen.
But still, it was rare to see someone as strikingly handsome as Ye Ning.
"Um… are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Ye Ning's voice pulled the dazed girl out of her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh—no, no, I'm fine…" Xu Weier snapped out of it, her cheeks flushing as she shook her head hastily.
How embarrassing—she'd totally blanked out in front of a handsome guy.
"That's good to hear," Ye Ning nodded. "I'll be on my way then."
"Okay…"
Meanwhile, Xu Weier was completely unaware that her live stream chat had exploded.
"Damn! That guy's hot! I'm losing it!"
"Back off, he's mine!"
"Oh no… I can tell—we're losing Weier. My virtual wife is falling for someone else!"
"Weier, c'mon. Good looks are common, but a captivating soul? That's rare. Look at me instead!"
…
Ye Ning made his way to the ground floor of the shopping plaza and walked straight into the Versace store.
"Welcome, sir! Do you have a particular style in mind? I'd be happy to assist you," a young saleswoman greeted him with a practiced smile.
Despite Ye Ning's modest attire, top-tier brand staff are trained to remain professional and never judge a customer by appearance.
"I'm looking for something casual—around 30,000 yuan."
Ideally, Ye Ning wanted to buy more. After all, the more he spent, the greater the cashback. But with only 30,000 yuan on hand, he had to limit himself.
The saleswoman's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected this seemingly average guy to have real spending power.
"Of course, sir. Please follow me."
She led Ye Ning to the second floor, where the selection was clearly broader and more refined.
A few minutes later, she returned with an outfit.
"What do you think of this one?"
Ye Ning gave it a quick once-over and nodded. "Looks good."
He took the clothes and headed into the fitting room. When he stepped out, the saleswoman's eyes sparkled.
God, he looks amazing!
Ye Ning admired his reflection, clearly satisfied.
They say clothes make the man—and in this case, it couldn't be truer.
"How much is the full set?" he asked.
"The original price is 31,800 yuan, but it's currently 5% off—so, 30,210 yuan."
Just under budget. Any higher and he would've had to put something back.
"Perfect. Cut the tags—I'm wearing it out."
"Certainly, sir. Please follow me to the register."
The saleswoman beamed. A 30,000 yuan sale meant a juicy commission.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You've spent 30,210 yuan. Cashback multiplier: 8x. You've received 241,680 yuan!]
Eight times cashback—240,000 yuan just like that!
The thrill was real. Making money had never felt so effortless.
Next stop: Vacheron Constantin.
Ye Ning had always admired a particular watch there but never dared dream of affording it. With a price tag near 200,000 yuan, it used to be a distant fantasy.
But now?
He didn't have to think twice.
"I'll take this one. Wrap it up," he said, pointing at a men's watch priced at 199,800 yuan.
The saleswoman blinked in surprise.
"Would you like to try it on first, sir?"
It wasn't every day someone dropped that kind of cash without hesitation.
"No need. Just point me to the counter." He glanced at a nearby ladies' watch. "And add that one too."
The second watch, though far cheaper, still came in over 30,000 yuan.
Over 200,000 yuan, spent like pocket change.
"A-Alright! I'll ring those up for you now!"
The salesperson, trying to contain her excitement, was visibly trembling as she began the transaction.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You've spent 238,600 yuan. Cashback multiplier: 10x. You've received 2,386,000 yuan!]
As Ye Ning paid, the saleswoman happened to glimpse his phone screen.
Her eyes widened.
How many zeros is that...?
Young. Rich. Devastatingly handsome.
What a catch.
"Sir, would you mind exchanging contact info? If you ever want to shop again, I can personally prepare items for you," she said, mustering her courage and flashing a coy smile.
Once upon a time, Ye Ning might've said yes.
But in just two days, he'd already encountered two absolute goddesses—one of whom he'd even… gotten very close to.
This saleswoman, though pretty, didn't come close.
"Maybe another time. I've got something else to do."
With that, Ye Ning turned and walked away, leaving only his sharp silhouette behind—and the saleswoman silently mourning a missed opportunity.
Now carrying over two million yuan, Ye Ning had no intention of splurging only on himself.
As he pondered what to buy for his parents and sister, a familiar voice broke his thoughts.
"Ye Ning? What are you doing here—are you following our Xiaoman?"
He turned—and his expression instantly cooled before settling into nonchalance.
"Zhao Na. And He Manman. Fancy running into you."