Chapter 85: Can We Enter Together?
Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Can We Enter Together?
"Your debit card account 2447 has received a UnionPay transfer of 130,300.00 yuan. Your balance after this transaction is..."
Zhang Yan picked out over a hundred thousand yuan worth of clothes with effortless ease, paying for them without batting an eye.
Of course, it didn’t hurt him to spend it. After all, Brother Tongzi reimbursed everything. Essentially, it was Xiaoyan’s own money; if he didn’t spend it, he wouldn’t be able to withdraw it anyway.
However, to everyone else, the situation looked vastly different.
As the most direct beneficiary, Xiaoyan was naturally overjoyed.
The thought that these top-tier pieces of lingerie, worth over a hundred thousand yuan, were already hers made her tremble with excitement.
"When I get back, I’m posting on my Friends Circle every day, featuring a different piece each time!" she thought. "And I have to leave the price tags on!"
Although Zhang Yan had implied that she might frequently get "uncovered" by him in the future, she only felt a little shy, without any resistance.
Furthermore, confident in her figure, she believed that she was at her strongest after stripping away her armor. That was where she was most likely to score a point back from Chi Xinyue, who was currently far in the lead.
"He treated her to dinner, and now he’s treated me," she thought. "He bought her over a hundred thousand yuan worth of clothes, and now he’s done the same for me. I knew it! I’ve never been inferior to her in any way!"
At this thought, she hugged Zhang Yan’s arm even tighter, causing it to sink even deeper against her.
Nearby, the middle-aged editor-in-chief kept his face blank, but inwardly he was gloating.
"Oh my, over a hundred thousand!" he thought. "He really doesn’t hold back. Fight, fight! If any of you rich kids end up dead, it’ll serve you right!"
He covertly watched Fang Hanyu from the corner of his eye, eager to see how he would respond to being mocked right to his face.
The playful smirk had completely vanished from Fang Hanyu’s face.
"Wait, he actually bought it all?" he thought. "Spending over a hundred thousand just to prove a point? I know most of the famous second-generation heirs in Meng City, but I’ve never heard of this guy..."
He felt a slight twinge of regret. It wasn’t that he felt inferior to Zhang Yan, but rather that everything came with a price.
There was no bad blood between them to begin with. It was all over a single comment—one that mocked a middle-aged editor he usually wouldn’t even deign to look at.
Making an enemy over such a trivial matter was simply a bad deal.
Although Fang Hanyu was only a few years older than Zhang Yan, the education he had received was entirely different from that of an average family’s child.
There were no permanent enemies, nor permanent friends, only permanent interests. For someone of his background, expanding his network was always better than holding grudges. He decided to take a step back for now.
However, suddenly changing his tune would cause him to lose a great deal of face; he needed a graceful way out.
"You are quite generous, friend. Let’s get properly acquainted. I’m Fang Hanyu, and my family holds minor shares in quite a few companies. How should I address you?"
Putting away his frivolous demeanor, Fang Hanyu smiled and pointed out his family background, hinting for Zhang Yan to give him some face.
Respect was a two-way street; give an inch of courtesy, and you’d receive a yard in return.
Unless they were nouveau riche, most second-generation heirs were quite skilled in their social dealings. As long as there was no deep-seated hatred, most were willing to bury the hatchet and become friends.
But Zhang Yan was an exception. He was just an ordinary, fresh college graduate—domineering and not particularly driven by self-interest.
This had nothing to do with Fang Hanyu in the first place, yet he had insisted on meddling. Now that things had gone south, he wanted an easy way out? As if it were that simple.
Furthermore, once the young man introduced himself, Zhang Yan immediately connected him with the information Old Niu had reported.
This guy had been pursuing Xia Xiqing aggressively for quite some time, making him Zhang Yan’s bona fide romantic rival.
Moreover, the informant who had infiltrated their inner circle had unexpectedly acquired some intel: this man was currently scheming something detrimental against Xia Xiqing.
Therefore, Zhang Yan and he were destined never to be friends. Since Zhang Yan wasn’t one to feign politeness anyway, he decided to simply show no mercy to the very end.
Thus, with a cold expression, he said disdainfully, "What does your name have to do with me? If I had to remember every random Tom, Dick, and Harry, I’d die of exhaustion.
"As for who I am, if you have any real status, we’ll get acquainted at the banquet this Sunday."
Fang Hanyu’s expression frosted over. With a cold snort, he turned to leave. He hadn’t expected Zhang Yan to show him zero respect. Fine then, they would see how things played out in the future!
However, he might have wanted to leave, but Zhang Yan didn’t plan on letting him off so easily.
"Running away with your tail between your legs so soon?" Zhang Yan mocked lightly.
Fang Hanyu stopped in his tracks, laughing out of sheer anger. "Me? Running away with my tail between my legs?"
"Earlier, you asked why I only bought so few items, but now I’ve bought a whole basketful. You also asked if I was a VIP, and now I am one.
"Yet you didn’t dare answer my question. Don’t tell me it’s actually because you think it’s too expensive?"
Fang Hanyu didn’t reply immediately.
His previously mocking questions had all been forcefully rebutted by Zhang Yan’s actions.
Now, facing Zhang Yan’s counter-question, he was tasting his own bitter medicine. The frustration lodged in his chest, suffocating him.
But if he really acted out of spite and started throwing money around...
Fang Hanyu took a deep breath, forcing his irritation down.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t fork out over a hundred thousand yuan, but that the woman beside him wasn’t right for it.
If he had his arms around Xia Xiqing right now, he wouldn’t mind dropping one or two hundred thousand just to play along with Zhang Yan.
But he only planned to toy around with this model; she wasn’t worth a higher investment.
"It’s my money. I’ll spend it however and whenever I want. It’s none of your damn business!" Fang Hanyu snorted coldly again and stormed off without looking back.
Though he left with an air of nonchalance, his hasty footsteps betrayed his eagerness to escape; he clearly didn’t want to stay a second longer.
Since Fang Hanyu had scurried away, the middle-aged editor-in-chief naturally had no desire to push his luck and quickly turned to leave as well.
Xiaoyan looked up at the man beside her, her eyes sparkling with vibrant admiration.
People inherently admired the strong, women even more so. And if that strong person happened to be on their side, the sentiment was magnified tenfold.
At this moment, Xiaoyan’s heart was entirely filled with adoration, briefly overshadowing even the joy of receiving over a hundred thousand yuan in gifts.
Since Zhang Yan had been promoted to a VIP client, his dedicated consultant quickly walked over.
"Mr. Zhang, miss, please follow me to the exclusive VIP private fitting room. It offers excellent privacy, so you can try on the clothes with complete peace of mind."
Once outside the fitting room, Zhang Yan was just about to hand the clothes to Xiaoyan for her to try on, but the consultant suddenly asked, "Excuse me, are you two a couple?"
Xiaoyan tensed up. Unsure of how Zhang Yan would respond, she could only look at him in silence.
Zhang Yan, however, gave a nonchalant nod.
Seeing this, Xiaoyan’s heart was instantly filled with sweetness. She felt a surge of smugness, reveling in her small victory in the invisible rivalry against her best friend.
"In that case, Mr. Zhang, would you like to enter together to assist with the selections?"