Saleswoman Li carefully drove the car into the underground garage, terrified that she might scratch or dent it somewhere. Even if she sold herself piece by piece, she probably wouldn’t be able to afford the damages.
Ming Mei also discreetly looked around her underground garage.
She couldn’t help sighing. Being rich really was wonderful. Even the underground garage was decorated so grandly!
Judging by its size, there was enough space to park more than a dozen cars.
Saleswoman Li was secretly amazed, too. Was this how rich people lived? Their private garages were even larger than her entire home.
Ming Mei immediately spotted the Lamborghini Veneno the system had rewarded her with.
It had looked incredibly cool in pictures, but it was even more impressive in person. The diamonds covering the decorative trim along the car’s body were especially beautiful.
“Just park beside that car,” Ming Mei said calmly.
“All right!” Saleswoman Li replied.
After parking, Saleswoman Li hurried out and walked around to Ming Mei’s side to help her out of the car, since she was wearing high heels.
Once Ming Mei had stepped out, Saleswoman Li handed her the car keys. Then she casually glanced at the Lamborghini Veneno parked nearby—and froze completely.
“A Lamborghini Veneno?”
Saleswoman Li was stunned.
As a car salesperson, she naturally knew all about the various luxury cars on the market.
However, the Lamborghini Veneno was a different story. She only knew that such a car existed.
She couldn’t even find out its exact price, no matter how much she asked around.
She had only once heard the manager mention that a Lamborghini Veneno was something money alone couldn’t buy.
The Ferrari LaFerrari might look expensive, but if someone had enough money, they could still acquire one.
The Lamborghini Veneno, on the other hand, was practically standard equipment for the protagonists of billionaire fantasy novels. Every other fictional tycoon seemed to own one, making it appear almost commonplace.
In reality, people in the luxury-car world knew that the Lamborghini Veneno had long since ceased production. Every car sold meant one fewer remained available, and each subsequent sale tended to fetch a higher price than the previous one.
Moreover, having money wasn’t enough to guarantee that someone could buy one.
Saleswoman Li was utterly astonished.
So this is how rich people live?
The young woman beside her was only eighteen or nineteen, yet one of her cars might be worth more than an entire family could earn over several generations.
Some people really were born at the finish line.
“Miss Ming, now that I’ve safely brought you home, I’ll be heading off!”
As Saleswoman Li spoke, she glanced around the garage, which was larger than her own house. She was starting to worry about how she would find her way out.
Ming Mei immediately noticed her predicament.
“Come with me. I’ll show you the way out. There’s an elevator over here.”
“Oh, all right!”
After Saleswoman Li left Huacheng Mingdi, the commission from the car sale was deposited into her bank account.
For a car worth over 90 million yuan, the manager would receive the lion’s share of the commission—possibly several million yuan—while she would receive a smaller cut worth tens of thousands.
Saleswoman Li did a quick calculation. If she used that money to pay off her mortgage, she would need at most another year to finish paying it off!
Long live Miss Ming!
Just then, Feng Zikang called.
Saleswoman Li cleared her throat before answering.
“Hello, Manager. What’s up?”
Feng Zikang asked, “Did you take Miss Ming home?”
“Yep!” Saleswoman Li replied. “Manager, do you know what car I saw in Miss Ming’s private garage?”
“What car?”
“A Lamborghini Veneno!” Saleswoman Li exclaimed excitedly. “Midnight-sky blue, with diamonds all along the trim! Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Feng Zikang fell silent for a moment before answering in a somewhat strained voice.
“It certainly is beautiful.”
A Lamborghini Veneno…
It was the kind of car that only people in Wang Zicong’s social circle could afford to own. And this young woman had one before she’d even properly entered adulthood.
He seemed to have… very little chance after all.
Meanwhile, Ming Mei saw Saleswoman Li off and turned to enter the villa.
“Welcome home, Miss!”
A housekeeper came forward to take Ming Mei’s shoulder bag.
“Miss, would you like to use this bag regularly, or should I put it away?”
Ming Mei thought for a moment.
“Put it away for now.”
The housekeeper acknowledged her request. She took two thin, almost transparent rubber gloves from a storage box attached to a nearby cabinet and put them on.
Then she opened Ming Mei’s bag and removed her tissues, phone, cards, and sunglasses, placing everything on the shoe cabinet. She took out some protective oil and carefully cleaned the bag’s decorative details until they were spotless. Finally, she carried it to the storage room.
That evening, the chef prepared chicken noodles in a clear broth. They smelled absolutely delicious, and Ming Mei enjoyed her meal.
Afterward, she walked on the treadmill in the gym for an hour to help digest her dinner.
When she noticed that it was already past nine, Ming Mei lay on her bed and browsed her phone.
The trending topic she’d appeared on at noon was still on the list. Most of the comments were along the lines of Rich lady, please take care of me!
Ming Mei opened Kuaiyin and watched a few livestreams.
There weren’t many streamers playing games. Most were doing stunts, comedy, singing, or dancing. Unfortunately, genuinely funny content was rare, while many of the singers and dancers lacked natural beauty and relied on plastic surgery and filters to make up the difference.
She checked her private messages, but there was nothing particularly interesting.
After playing a game, she put down her phone. Just as she was starting to feel bored, she remembered the Perfect Body Sculpting Pill and Detoxifying Beauty Pill she’d received in the beginner’s gift pack that day.
Wasn’t I supposed to take these before going to sleep?
Ming Mei opened the system interface and retrieved the two pills.
One was blue and the other red. Neither looked particularly appealing.
She sniffed them, but they had no noticeable smell. Ming Mei then popped both pills into her mouth.
Strangely, the moment they entered her mouth, the pills dissolved into a sweet liquid that flowed straight down her throat.
Huh, this actually tastes pretty good, Ming Mei thought.
Feeling a little sleepy, she washed up, slipped beneath the covers, and closed her eyes.
Before long, she was completely unconscious.
That night, Ming Mei slept exceptionally deeply.
Perhaps she’d simply been exhausted after doing so much that day. Perhaps it was the pills. Whatever the reason, she slept soundly for ten hours straight.
When she woke up, her entire body felt pleasantly sore and weak.
It wasn’t the stiffness that came from sleeping for too long. It felt more like she’d just had a full-body massage. Surprisingly, it was quite comfortable.
Ming Mei moved a little, only to be startled by the greasy sensation on her skin.
Her eyes widened as she realized something was wrong.
No, everything was wrong!
She could smell an unpleasant odor in the room. The bedsheets beneath her were greasy, and her hair was filthy, too.
But she could no longer see clearly only with glasses—because she no longer needed them.
Ming Mei had originally been nearsighted, with a prescription of around 200 to 300 degrees. The body she’d transmigrated into had the same problem.
Now, however, her nearsightedness was completely gone. Everything she looked at was exceptionally clear.
She couldn’t help suspecting that her vision might now be as good as 5.2 on the Chinese visual acuity scale.
Ming Mei examined herself. Her silk pajamas were so dirty they were practically unrecognizable, and the duvet and bedsheets were in the same condition.
She immediately thought of the pills she’d taken the night before.
So this is what the pills do?
Ming Mei hurried into the bathroom attached to her bedroom and climbed into the bathtub.
After enjoying a wonderful bath, she stuffed her pajamas, bedsheets, and duvet cover into the small laundry room inside her bedroom and started the washing machine.
Once she’d dried her hair, she stretched contentedly.
A hundred-square-meter bedroom really was wonderful. It had its own bathroom, a small balcony where she could read or eat, and a separate laundry room. Two entire walls were lined with wardrobes, and there was an enormous bed, a dressing table, a small office area, and a little bookshelf.
Even with all that furniture, there was still plenty of room.
Ming Mei stood in front of the full-length mirror outside the bathroom and carefully examined her reflection.
The tiny blackheads that had once dotted the sides of her nose were gone. Her skin was as smooth, fair, and tender as a peeled egg.
The excess fat around her waist and thighs had disappeared, too. Her skin was smooth and firm.
Ming Mei ran her hands over her body and found herself unable to stop.
She couldn’t pinch a single fold of excess fat anywhere on her body. Now she could buy whatever style of clothing she wanted without worrying about whether it would suit her figure.
Ming Mei now had the ideal proportions of a Victoria’s Secret runway model. She stood over 170 centimeters tall, with a full but compact bust, a slender waist, rounded and lifted hips, and long, straight legs with no gap between her thighs.
She examined every inch of herself, so moved that she nearly burst into tears of joy.
In her previous life, she hadn’t been fat, but because she was constantly traveling around the world, her muscles had been quite defined.
She’d never had what anyone would call a graceful figure. Instead, her body had been full of rugged, athletic strength.
She’d never imagined that in this life, she would get to have such a perfect body!