Mu Changge slowly emerged from the spacious bedroom, now dressed in a cream-colored trench coat. Underneath, she wore a high-quality silk blouse, and on her feet were lambskin ankle boots with a brand name she could barely pronounce. The outfit exuded a sophisticated intellectual beauty.
Su Mu, lounging on the large leather sofa in the living room, glanced at her casually for a couple of seconds. In his mind, he mused that the system's rating of 98 for looks and 96 for figure was indeed well-deserved. Once this woman shed the shackles of her worn-out market clothes, her combat power soared from scrap iron to the highest rank.
If she were to appear on a live stream, she would undoubtedly be the kind that would make countless fans shower her with gifts.
"At least now you don't look like you're sneaking out for an affair," Su Mu quipped, blocking Mu Changge's initial intention to thank him.
Awkwardly standing in the living room, Mu Changge felt a bit lost. She sneaked a glance at the timer on her phone. The four-hour order had already dragged on for over three hours, with one hour spent stuck in traffic during the torrential rain, another hour and a half in the bathroom showering and drying her hair, and the remaining time figuring out how to wear the complex outfit.
Her so-called high-end companionship service had essentially amounted to doing nothing. She hadn't even exchanged a single idle word with her patron. Instead, she had indulged in a hot shower and changed into an outfit with a price tag that could make one faint. A heavy sense of guilt weighed on her heart, making her feel increasingly uneasy about the situation.
Mu Changge felt like a swindler, coming to take advantage of the situation. No, this money was too hot to handle. Gathering all the courage she could muster, she looked at the gap beneath the coffee table and spoke up.
"Tomorrow morning, I can show you around Shanghai. Consider it making up for the time I didn't spend with you tonight. It's free, no extra charge."
Her tone was stiff, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her trench coat.
Su Mu had planned to go shopping for a new outfit himself after waking up tomorrow. But now, seeing the Iceberg Campus Belle offering to be his free tour guide, he thought, why not take advantage of it?
"Alright, we'll head out at ten in the morning."
Mu Changge sighed in relief upon hearing this but quickly added a condition.
"But I have one condition, which must be agreed upon in advance."
"No one at school can know about our relationship."
Su Mu chuckled at her words. "What relationship do we have, exactly? A kept relationship or a clandestine affair? I'm just hiring a guide, not conducting a secret mission."
Mu Changge was left speechless, her mouth opening and closing without a word.
Su Mu found her usual icy demeanor at school amusing, especially now that she was stammering nervously.
"If you really want something unspeakable to happen between us, it's not impossible. The dorms are closed at this hour, and the rain outside isn't stopping anytime soon. If you have nowhere else to go, we can share the master bedroom." This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
Mu Changge gasped, stepping back in alarm, clutching her slightly open collar and crossing her arms defensively over her chest.
Su Mu was just teasing her for fun. He wasn't desperate enough to force a young girl. With his current financial status, there were plenty of willing women outside. Like Han Shuyao, the "generous" saleswoman at the Porsche Center, whose touch was quite pleasant.
He pointed casually to the door at the end of the hallway. "You can sleep in the guest room on the left."
Mu Changge, feeling as if she had been granted amnesty, dashed into the guest room and locked the heavy wooden door with a click.
Su Mu lay comfortably on the large bed in the master bedroom.
[Mu Changge's current development progress has reached 5%.]
Su Mu looked at the semi-transparent system notification, puzzled. He hadn't even touched her hand tonight, yet the progress bar had quietly increased by 5%. With Han Shuyao, he had at least made physical contact, and the development progress had only reached 10%. Could it be that the Iceberg Campus Belle had some self-strategy hidden attribute? Being slightly nice to her seemed to trigger her imagination.
But he was too sleepy to delve into how the system calculated these things. With a billion in his account every day, he could do as he pleased. Su Mu didn't want to become a task slave, led by the system to fawn over women. He pulled the soft silk quilt over his head and was lightly snoring within half a minute.
The next day, Saturday at ten in the morning, Su Mu woke up naturally, seeing another billion deposited into his account. After a refreshing hot shower in the spacious bathroom, he felt invigorated as he walked into the living room.
Mu Changge was already neatly dressed, sitting on the sofa waiting for him. Her posture was more relaxed than the previous night, and the cold aloofness that usually kept others at bay had diminished significantly.
Su Mu led her to the private elevator down to the underground garage. He pressed the key to the red Porsche 911, eager to test the driving feel of this sports car today.
Mu Changge opened the low passenger door of the sports car to get in. As she bent over, the wide neckline revealed a glimpse of a white, alluring curve, a sight hard to look away from.
Su Mu stood by the driver's seat, openly enjoying the view. Once inside, Mu Changge realized the cramped interior space of the sports car was far less comfortable than the extended Panamera from the night before. Her long legs couldn't stretch out, her pale knees pressed tightly against the glove compartment.
With a press of the accelerator, Su Mu drove the beast onto the city's elevated highway. The car's violent acceleration pinned Mu Changge into the hard bucket seat. Her hands gripped the door handle tightly, her usual calm demeanor shattered, her pink lips twitching uncontrollably. She seriously suspected Su Mu was doing this on purpose, driving such a cramped car to torment her. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
They sped to the underground garage of Plaza 66. Walking side by side on the mall's luxurious marble tiles, surrounded by blinding luxury brand advertisements, the pair looked strikingly mismatched. Su Mu was still in his old T-shirt and cheap shorts, wearing worn-out mesh shoes, looking every bit the poor college student who couldn't afford Starbucks. Meanwhile, Mu Changge, in her 68,000-yuan luxury trench coat and exquisite high-heeled boots, exuded the powerful aura of a corporate president inspecting her business empire.
Seeing their reflection in the glass window, Su Mu thought he must look like a boy toy kept by a wealthy woman. They entered a spacious high-end men's clothing store. The sales assistant, initially uninterested in Su Mu's attire, changed her expression upon seeing Mu Changge's outfit, instantly putting on a professional smile.
The sales assistant served them tea and water enthusiastically, eager to please the wealthy-looking woman and her kept man. Mu Changge took her role as a guide seriously, diligently selecting and matching various colors of clothing for Su Mu.
Su Mu emerged from the fitting room, wearing the outfit Mu Changge had carefully chosen: a minimalist black shirt paired with deep gray trousers that draped perfectly, highlighting his physique. His already strong and defined features were now complemented by the confidence of having billions in his account, exuding a relaxed charm that elevated his attractiveness to a new level, erasing any trace of youthful inexperience.
Even the seasoned sales assistant blushed, praising the outfit as if it were tailor-made for him. Mu Changge stood by, momentarily stunned, her usually tight lips slightly parted. Her mind was filled with the thought of how strikingly handsome he looked with just a bit of grooming.
Su Mu waved his card, purchasing the entire outfit and instructing the sales assistant to pack all the different colors in the same series. But this was just the beginning. Over the next two hours, Su Mu led her on a spree, sweeping through every luxury store in the mall, from casual wear to limited edition watches, even cufflinks and shoes, buying anything that caught his fancy without ever glancing at the price.
As they continued shopping, Su Mu led her into a large high-end women's clothing store. He pointed to several outfits and a batch of various-sized intimate apparel for the sales assistant. Mu Changge, thinking these were for her, waved her hands, insisting she didn't need more clothes.
Su Mu turned, feigning innocence. "Oh, you misunderstood, Senior. These are for the guest room closet, for any other female guests I might bring back."
The air grew still. The sales assistant packing the clothes stifled a laugh, her shoulders shaking. Mu Changge's arm froze mid-wave, her cheeks turning crimson. She withdrew her hand, her toes curling in her shoes, wishing she could disappear.
She muttered under her breath, "Damn scoundrel!" Though she knew there was nothing between her and this junior, hearing about "other women" left her feeling inexplicably suffocated, a vague discomfort spreading in her heart.
After ten minutes, the sales assistant finished packing the various women's clothes. At that moment, Mu Changge hesitantly tugged on Su Mu's sleeve.
"Su Mu, could you wait for me a bit? I want to buy something from that affordable lingerie store around the corner."
Su Mu looked at her, puzzled. "Aren't there plenty of places to buy that? Why that one?"
Mu Changge's face flushed like a ripe tomato. She bit her lip, finally squeezing out an embarrassed explanation.
"Last night, when you had those people deliver clothes, they brought a set of standard sizes for a woman of average height. But my... that area... It's... the size is too small.. I thought I could endure it, but after a morning of shopping, it's really painful."
Su Mu glanced at the impressive curve threatening to pop the buttons of her silk blouse, finally understanding why she'd been so stiff all morning. It wasn't the clothes that were too small; it was her exceptional endowment.