Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Tonight's show at SET has an extra special program.

Onlookers began to speculate about how much money the girl had spent.

"This spendthrift girl has no idea how to manage a household; marrying her will only bring disaster."

When Lin Ting was paying a bill of 6,800 yuan, she happened to overhear a man next to her commenting on her in this way.

She turned her head slightly to look at the man who had a disapproving look on his face but greed in his eyes.

When he met Lin Ting's gaze, he decisively turned his head away, pretending that he hadn't said anything.

He was cowardly in a very smooth way.

Lin Huohai withdrew his gaze, having no interest in arguing with him whatsoever.

She felt it was a waste of her emotions.

She ignored it, so the gossip from others became unrestrained.

So much so that before they even left Set, the news had already reached the ears of others.

In a karaoke bar, a group of young men and women sat around a sofa, drinking and eating, discussing the day's events.

"Xiao Wu, are you serious? Throwing away tens of thousands in one night?"

"You bet! My cousin is going back to her unit tomorrow. I went shopping with her and bumped into her. That girl was buying things like she was buying a lot of inventory."

"Wow, whose young lady is this? Do you know her?"

"I don't recognize him; he's a complete stranger."

The girl called Xiao Wu shook her head first, then nodded: "But I recognize the man accompanying her, Jiang Zong, the eldest son of the Jiang family in Shanghai."

The person next to him was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly: "You must be mistaken! Young Master Jiang is as cold as ice, unapproachable. How could he possibly accompany a girl shopping?"

Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at the person who refuted her: "I just saw him when I went to Shanghai before the New Year. I'm not seventy or eighty years old and my eyesight is failing. How could I mistake him?"

"Oh? That's rare. This girl has quite the connections; she can even get Young Master Jiang to come..."

As they were talking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Feng Hui walked in with a pretty girl in his arms.

"What are you all talking about so noisily?" Feng Hui chuckled as he sat down in the middle of the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked, "I could hear you all shouting in the hallway."

"They say Young Master Jiang has a new girl by his side..."

Everyone chimed in with their own stories.

After listening for a while, Feng Hui felt that something sounded familiar.

"The Jiang family? The Jiang family in Shanghai?" His expression was complicated.

Xiao Wu looked at him: "What's wrong, Brother Hui? Do you know him?"

“What a coincidence,” Feng Hui leaned back on the sofa. “I received a call this afternoon from a girl who wanted to invite me to dinner, using the Jiang family’s name as an excuse.”

"Hey, what a coincidence!"

Everyone laughed.

"Brother Hui, what's up?"

"Who knows? You can't explain it over the phone, but I guess it's about the land." Feng Hui said with a smirk, taking a sip of beer. "I've been getting a ton of calls about this lately."

"Our Brother Hui is in high demand now. Who can succeed depends on Brother Hui's word."

That's true. Ever since the land deal fell into the hands of the Feng family, people from all over the country have been trying to pull strings.

Feng Hui transformed himself into the most sought-after figure in the industry.

He laughed and kicked his friend next to him: "Get lost, do you want me to die already? If word gets out that, my dad will break my legs."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The group chatted and laughed for a while before someone remembered the Jiang family.

"Hey, Brother Hui, the Jiang family is leaving Young Master Jiang unused, so they send a girl to find you?" The speaker had a lewd smile. "They really know our Young Master Hui's tastes!"

Feng Hui pursed his lips, gave the girl in his arms a hard kiss on the cheek, and then said, "Get lost, I have high standards. Do you think I'd just take any girl they throw at me?"

The girl giggled and snuggled against him, smearing her lipstick on his collar.

"The Jiang family is in Shanghai, so I guess they'll send you a girl from Jiangnan, tsk, so gentle and sweet... Brother Hui, if you don't want her, can I have a taste?"

"Let's try it. I've arranged to meet her at the disco tomorrow. Let's all go together and see what kind of dish it is."

Their words were flippant, and they didn't treat the person they were going to meet tomorrow as an equal at all.

……

Lin Ting's right eyelid had been twitching non-stop since she woke up in the morning.

The idea that a twitching left eye means good fortune, and a twitching right eye means bad luck, is a superstitious belief.

But Lin Ting was still a little uneasy. She rubbed her eyes and paced around the room for three minutes before making a phone call.

After talking for a full half hour, she finally gained a deeper understanding of what had happened that night.

At 6:50, Lin heard the disco in Xinjiekou.

A ticket costs fifty yuan, and Lin Ting almost cursed.

Monk whispered a reminder to her, "Boss, there are a lot of people and the environment is complicated here. The music is also too loud. It might cause some trouble."

Lin nodded and said, "It's alright, we can communicate with gestures."

She exchanged a few hand signals with Monk that afternoon.

This includes, but is not limited to, "flipping the table" and "running away when the wind is strong".

The reason was simple: her right eye was twitching and it was making her anxious.

"Young lady, who are you looking for?"

As soon as Lin Ting entered, a person dressed as a waiter came to greet him.

Lin Ting shouted back, "Feng Hui."

"Looking for Master Feng? Come this way, please."

The waiter must have been left here by Feng Hui on purpose; he didn't ask any questions and led Lin Ting inside.

Before entering, he carefully searched Monk's body.

It was the first time a man had touched Munch, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

If the situation hadn't prevented it, he would have kicked the man away.

Step through another door, and your ears are completely overwhelmed by music.

Men and women dressed in bell-bottoms and floral shirts swayed to the music on the dance floor, while several well-dressed girls led the dance on stage.

Lin Ting's attire was completely out of place at this event.

She was wearing a white Chanel coat—which she had just bought yesterday—and underneath it was a cashmere dress of the same color and brand—also bought yesterday.

The only adornment was a pearl necklace with a double C design around her neck, its warm luster still dazzling even amidst the chaotic light and shadow.

She was like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world, protected by an angry-looking Arhat behind her, not giving anyone a chance to touch her clothes.

Wherever she went, the music seemed to dim by a third.

"Mr. Feng, this young lady is looking for you."

The waiter led Lin Ting to the best table, bowing obsequiously with a fawning expression.

Feng Hui gave a casual "hmm," then looked up and froze.

Without a doubt, Lin Ting is very beautiful.

The "flower of wealth and honor" at Beiliao University is breathtakingly beautiful.

A group of young men and women who were on good terms with Feng Hui were sitting in the booth. When they saw Lin Ting, they all widened their eyes in surprise.

Feng Hui unconsciously sat up straighter and casually pushed the girl next to him aside.

He stood up, stared into Lin Ting's eyes, and extended his right hand: "Miss Lin, is that right? It's a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing the desire in Feng Hui's eyes, Lin Ting quickly and lightly grasped his fingertips with her right hand before withdrawing it.

Feng Hui felt as if a feather brushed against his fingertips.

It feels unbearable.

"Come, Miss Lin, sit here."

Feng Hui sat down casually and patted the spot next to him.

Lin Ting looked at the tiny gap, her beautiful eyes slightly cool.