As expected, Anran lay curled beneath the covers, trembling with nervous anticipation.
Her face buried against her chest, sweat beaded on her forehead, stifled by the warmth of the blanket.
She had awoken long ago, but dread of facing Chu Yi kept her frozen, holding her breath in utter stillness.
Seeing her like this, a smile flickered across Chu Yi's lips.
After a moment's thought, he drew a white, gold-edged bank card from his bag and gently placed it in front of her.
"Anran, there's a hundred thousand yuan on this card. The password is six threes. Buy yourself whatever you like."
"You should still have a spare key—keep it for your own use."
Having spoken, Chu Yi stepped out and closed the door with a dull thud.
The room was quiet. He was gone.
Only then did Anran slowly lift her head.
After confirming his departure, she abruptly tossed aside the blanket.
"Whew..."
The heat had been suffocating, and she now panted lightly, much like a small puppy sticking out its tongue—adorable and flustered.
She reached for the card beside the bed and tucked it away with great care, as though it were a priceless treasure.
A trace of joy and contentment lit up her delicate features.
Ding! Congratulations, host. You have successfully charmed Anran, one of the female supporting leads. Gained 1,200 Villain Points. Stripped Ye Fan of 5 Fortune Points.
"System, tell me—how much of Ye Fan's fortune have I seized so far?"
The constant suppression from the protagonist's halo was deeply aggravating.
If possible, Chu Yi would rather kill Ye Fan outright.
Ding. As the main protagonist, Ye Fan possesses heaven-defying fortune. Currently, during his unawakened phase, he holds 550 Fortune Points.
"What? Five hundred and fifty points... and he hasn't even started rising yet?"
No wonder he could gather dozens of breathtaking, noble women around him in the original novel.
This bastard clearly has a plot armor of lowered intelligence standards.
Otherwise, why would so many proud, high-born beauties fall for him?
Vroom!
A BMW streaked by like a phantom, leaving only the smoke trail from its exhaust behind.
"Damn, who's that? So reckless! Not afraid of losing their license?"
A passerby scowled with irritation.
But another onlooker scoffed.
"He's got every right to be arrogant."
"That's the BMW A8L, the latest limited edition model."
"Not only is it priced well over a million, but only 3,000 units were released across the entire nation."
"Every one of them is a symbol of prestige—whoever's driving it definitely has powerful connections."
With that, the indignant pedestrian shrank into silence, tail tucked between his legs.
Vroom.
Accelerating once more, Chu Yi soon arrived at a bustling street.
This was the place—the site of Ye Fan's first great fortune.
To be precise, it wasn't a place, but a girl: Lin Yunhan.
The civilian school beauty of Modu Fifth High.
In her possession were several ancient elixirs refined by a legendary healer from antiquity.
Once consumed, these pills would grant extraordinary abilities—unnatural gifts that marked the beginning of Ye Fan's rise.
They were essential to his eventual domination.
"This should be it."
Chu Yi gazed across the teeming street, a gleam of ambition in his eyes.
If his predictions were right, Lin Yunhan would soon appear here—dejected after failing to secure a loan.
Meanwhile, in the office of a small electronics factory, two middle-aged men were engaged in a seemingly amiable negotiation.
"President Zhang, if possible... could you sell me that plot of land for three million?"
The man who spoke had sly eyes and a fawning smile.
"Three million?"
The other raised his brows, hiding a smirk as he feigned reluctance.
"Little Sun, it's not that I don't want to help."
"But that plot is in high demand. Some are offering as much as five million."
"You know how it is—I'm just a wage earner."
"My title may be 'manager,' but in reality, I have no say in company decisions. I'm powerless here."
Zhang Feng waved his hand with an expression of helplessness.
Yet in his heart, joy bloomed like fireworks.