Chapter 3: Revenge Spending

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Qin Xueli felt utterly bewildered. Zheng Qian, who earned only 6,000 yuan a month, had just gifted her a lipstick set worth 3,099 yuan? What was he going to live on this month?

Though it didn’t compare to the sales achievements of that senior saleswoman earlier, Qin Xueli still felt quite pleased. Putting on a brave face, yet going so far as to bruise oneself financially?

“Thank you, Zheng Qian. I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to spend so much. This lipstick set will last me a long time,” Qin Xueli said gratefully.

The senior saleswoman overheard and thought, so they weren’t even a couple. Zheng Qian was just a sycophant, a walking ATM. Spending three thousand yuan just to hear a single thank you—that was laughable.

“Xiao Liu, why don’t you introduce a few more sets to our big client?” The senior saleswoman deliberately stirred trouble; someone like Zheng Qian, even if he spent money, shouldn’t be allowed to steal the spotlight.

Xiao Liu dared not refuse, fearing a report of dereliction of duty. She promptly introduced several other beauty products to Qin Xueli.

“Lili, what do you think about these?” Zheng Qian asked again.

“They’re okay.”

“Then wrap them all up.”

“Sir, are you sure?” Xiao Liu calculated the total—about 27,000 yuan.

“Absolutely. Card,” Zheng Qian handed his bank card to Xiao Liu once more.

[Spent 27,468 yuan. System cashback 274,680 yuan credited.]

Twenty-seven thousand yuan just now? Zheng Qian beamed with joy.

The senior saleswoman standing nearby was dumbfounded. Spending thirty thousand yuan in the store without a hint of pain on his face, smiling all the while.

Could it be she had truly misjudged him?

Xiao Liu was also surprised. These were the last few days of her probation period, and if she didn’t meet the sales target, she would be fired. She hadn’t expected Zheng Qian alone to fulfill her quota today.

“Sir, we have many other excellent products. Let me introduce them to you,” the saleswoman quickly changed her tone, flattering Zheng Qian in hopes of boosting her own sales.

But Zheng Qian declined.

“Your stuff is too cheap. After buying so many things, I’ve only spent thirty thousand yuan.”

“Lili, let’s go.”

Zheng Qian led Qin Xueli out of the boutique.

The senior saleswoman was left alone in the store, utterly flustered...

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After leaving, Zheng Qian glanced at Qin Xueli’s current [Favorability: 35 points].

He immediately boosted it by 15 points.

It seemed Qin Xueli had indeed been raised with privilege. Spending thirty thousand yuan on her only increased her favorability by 15 points — not even close to a best friend, merely ordinary acquaintances.

But that was fine. Going from strangers to ordinary friends was already a significant leap.

Qin Xueli was even more confused. What was going on with Zheng Qian today? Had he come into some unexpected windfall? Why was he so generous, spending thirty thousand yuan at once?

Qin Xueli still underestimated him, suspecting he might have watched some PUA tutorial online, thinking throwing money around would impress her.

An inexperienced girl might believe that if he spent thirty thousand yuan on the first date, he would spend even more in the future.

But Qin Xueli, being streetwise, thought otherwise. Spending thirty thousand on the first date meant the amount would only decrease over time, not increase.

“Zheng Qian, won’t your girlfriend be angry if you give me so many gifts?” Qin Xueli probed.

“We just broke up today.”

“Oh? May I ask why?”

“No.”

Zheng Qian didn’t want to say; it was too humiliating.

But even without him saying it, Qin Xueli could guess.

A sycophant like Zheng Qian must have been dumped because the girl found a new sugar daddy.

Or perhaps Zheng Qian discovered he’d been cheated on and was forced to end it.

His lavish spending now was probably just revenge shopping, likely on an overdrawn credit card — nothing to take too seriously.

“Hey, where’s your best friend? Is she still coming?” Zheng Qian asked.

“She’s probably still working overtime. Let me check.”

Qin Xueli felt Zheng Qian was testing her, asking if her best friend would arrive. If not, he might try to make a move on her or suggest spending the night outside.

But that was impossible.

That would make her seem too easy, so Qin Xueli added, “She will definitely come.”

Her aim was to dispel any such thoughts from Zheng Qian.

“Oh, it’s still early. Let’s keep shopping.”

Zheng Qian bought Qin Xueli a few more T-shirts.

Though T-shirts, the ones from big brands were expensive, some costing hundreds, even over a thousand yuan.

[Spent 3,298 yuan. System cashback 32,980 yuan credited.]

Now Zheng Qian’s card balance exceeded 300,000 yuan — equivalent to five years’ salary.

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This damn system was just too generous!

Zheng Qian clearly noticed that Qin Xueli’s favorability had increased by 25 points and she was no longer so reserved with him. She talked more and even smiled at him.

This was the perfect opportunity!

Zheng Qian wanted to take Qin Xueli’s hand.

But he was honest and rather timid.

A girl like Qin Xueli was someone he could never hold hands with in his lifetime — unless she had grown tired of the wild life and wanted to marry a steady guy like him.

But on second thought, what was there to fear?

He had spent over thirty thousand yuan on her — was he not even allowed to hold her hand?

After a complex internal struggle, Zheng Qian convinced himself.

He summoned his courage and took Qin Xueli’s hand.

Words could not describe that moment.

Because Qin Xueli was the woman he could never have — and now, he finally could.

Her hand was incredibly soft.

Just a touch revealed she had never done any hard work, not even household chores — truly a girl raised in luxury.

Qin Xueli did not resist; she let Zheng Qian hold her hand, though only to hold hands.

If he tried to go further, she would have refused.

After all, as a sycophant, you can’t expect the horse to run if you don’t let it graze.

Holding hands was nothing — no acquaintances were around to see.

But Zheng Qian felt differently.

After that round of shopping, his heart was pounding faster, filled with an indescribable excitement and exhilaration, his face flushed red.

Others might covet Qin Xueli’s body but never acted because their wallets were thin.

For Zheng Qian, simply holding Qin Xueli’s hand was already beyond what all his coworkers could achieve.

He could even brag about it privately — that today he had held the hand of the goddess, Qin Xueli.

“My best friend just messaged. She says she’s at the entrance of Joy City. Let’s go pick her up.”

“Okay.”