Song Jinhe snorted upon hearing his words and said, “I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have any money right now.”
“Unless you give it to me within two days.”
Xi Leyao immediately agreed upon hearing this: “Alright, give me two days.”
Hearing how quickly he agreed, Song Jinhe was taken aback. It seemed two days was still too generous.
A Lolita dress costing over four thousand, and he just agreed to buy it without hesitation.
Jiang Yuan, sitting across from her, scoffed upon hearing their conversation and said, “It takes two whole days just to buy a dress? Song Jinhe, you’ve really fallen to such a state.”
“Everything about you screams cheapness. Even your hair has become dry, and your pretty face no longer has the rosy glow it used to.”
Jiang Yuan commented one by one, then narrowed her eyes and chuckled as she looked at her, saying, “Just say ‘I lost,’ and I’ll take care of you.”
Upon hearing this, Song Jinhe’s eyes lit up. A beautiful, charming older sister wanted to take care of her.
It was hard for Song Jinhe not to be tempted.
Just as she was about to agree, the System suddenly popped up.
[Host, you cannot do this. You are mortal enemies, sworn rivals, people who clash the moment you meet. How can you become inseparable best friends?]
[This seriously violates the original character’s personality and will lead to OOC.]
Song Jinhe, who had been about to speak, swallowed her words and cursed the System bitterly in her heart.
“Damn System, not letting me live a good life.”
Song Jinhe snorted arrogantly, raised her chin, and assumed the same conceited and proud demeanor as the original character, saying, “I’ll never lose to you.”
“Xi Leyao will rise again. Just you wait.”
Xi Leyao, who hadn’t hung up the voice call yet, was deeply moved upon hearing her unconditional faith in him.
So this was how Song Jinhe thought of him. She had always trusted him completely. Her usual insults—calling him useless, worthless, and incapable of making money—were all meant to motivate him.
Jiang Yuan’s voice came through the headphones.
“You still believe in him?”
“Believing in him is worse than believing in me. At least I’m more resilient to risks, and the money I earn could last you, a spendthrift, a lifetime.”
Thinking of the other party’s grand gesture of transferring a hundred thousand yuan with a wave of her hand, Song Jinhe felt an overwhelming sense of regret.
She could easily let go of the original character’s damn pride.
Song Jinhe tried to reason with the System.
“You’re not being fair here. The original character could sleep with those playboy rich kids for money. What’s wrong with me saying ‘I lost’?”
[But the original character always saw Jiang Yuan as a respectable rival. In front of Jiang Yuan, her pride was sky-high—she could only win, never lose.]
Song Jinhe: …
No way out.
“Hmph, Xi Leyao will earn money too, and I’ll earn money myself in the future. Just you wait,” Song Jinhe snorted arrogantly again in retort.
“You can manage a company, and I can earn enough to support myself too.”
“We graduated from the same university, after all.”
Upon hearing that she wanted to earn money herself, Xi Leyao quickly spoke up to object: “You don’t need to earn money. Just stay at home and relax.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
His words left both girls present speechless.
“How are you going to take care of her?” Jiang Yuan chuckled, reaching over to take her phone and questioning him. “Eating meals that cost a few hundred yuan, unable to afford a dress worth a few thousand, wearing cheap clothes all over.”
“Is this what you call taking care of her?”
“Chairman Xi, you’re as confident as ever.”
Xi Leyao arrived at the customer’s house, glanced at the notes, took a photo, and knocked on the door. The person opened the door to take the delivery.
In his ear was Jiang Yuan’s accusatory tone, but Xi Leyao couldn’t utter a single word in rebuttal.
“Put away your chauvinistic ideas. Song Jinhe is outstanding, and whatever she sets out to do, she will definitely succeed.” After saying this, Jiang Yuan hung up the call directly.
Handing the phone back and noticing she was still using an old model, Jiang Yuan took a sip of water and asked, “The latest iPhone 17 Pro Max is out. Aren’t you planning to upgrade?”
The fully loaded version cost ten thousand yuan!
Song Jinhe, accustomed to being poor, couldn’t bear to spend that much.
She quickly found an excuse for herself. “It’s too expensive. Xi Leyao works hard for his money.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You’ve fallen for him?”
“I admit the man is handsome and capable, but his family background isn’t good enough for you,” Jiang Yuan said seriously. “Snap out of it.”
The two of them wandered around the mall a bit more. With Chairman Jiang’s black card, Song Jinhe suddenly acquired many stylish and beautiful clothes and shoes.
Not only that, Chairman Jiang also bought her a lot of cosmetics, skincare products, hair oils, and even perfume.
Watching her hand over the card without hesitation, Song Jinhe’s eyes sparkled like stars.
What to do when your rival is so rich?
As they parted, Jiang Yuan sat in the driver’s seat, wearing sunglasses and smiling confidently. “Song Jinhe, if you run into trouble, come to me.”
“Whether it’s investment or starting a business, you can count on me. I want to see just how far you can go.”
“If you fail, then you’ll be my defeated rival.”
With those words, Jiang Yuan drove off.
Sitting in the taxi, Song Jinhe thought about Jiang Yuan’s words and smiled.
What a contradictory woman.
Since Jiang Yuan had put it that way, she couldn’t afford to be lazy anymore.
Self-media, here I come!
Carrying bags of all sizes back to her rented apartment, she was so exhausted from the heat that she collapsed on the sofa, not wanting to move.
After cooling down under the fan for a long time, Song Jinhe took a shower, applied makeup, and changed into her new clothes.
Looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Song Jinhe nodded in satisfaction.
Beautiful enough.
Setting up her phone and playing music, Song Jinhe began dancing to the rhythm.
She danced over and over again, only satisfied after the tenth try.
That’ll do.
She knew how to edit videos, run self-media accounts, host live-stream sales, had been in a girl group, and could even act.
It couldn’t be helped—she was so poor she had to juggle multiple jobs.
To succeed in self-media, she had to know how to edit and produce high-quality videos. Live-stream sales paid well, and her acting skills came from playing minor roles in various film crews when she first entered society.
There was a salary and meals.
But accommodation wasn’t provided, and rent was a huge expense.
She struggled like this to earn money and pay off debts, but in the end, before clearing her debts, she died from overwork due to lack of rest.
Now, picking up her old skills again, Song Jinhe handled everything with ease.
When posting, she titled it “Day One of Doing Self-Media in a Rented Apartment After Bankruptcy.”
The title was explosive enough, and paired with her video dancing in beautiful clothes, she figured it might gain some traction.
After posting, Song Jinhe lay on the sofa like a salted fish.
After delivering his last food order, Xi Leyao stopped accepting new requests and went to the market to buy ingredients before heading home.
Just as he stepped out of the market, he ran into Ji Zhi.
“Hey, we meet again.” Ji Zhi walked over with a deliberately familiar air, greeting him.