Song Jinhe stared in astonishment at the man crouching before her. Could a domineering CEO really apologize to someone?
Truly, you live and learn.
As a woman who was easily swayed by money, Song Jinhe immediately responded.
“I don’t want your apology. I want money—enough to make Jiang Yuan shut up about me.”
Hearing this, Xi Leyao fell silent once again.
Seeing him remain quiet, Song Jinhe immediately complained to the System.
“See? Whenever he encounters a difficult question, he goes silent again.”
Lying on the one-and-a-half-meter-wide bed, Song Jinhe leaned against the headboard and scrolled through the second-hand marketplace app.
An eight-hundred-yuan dress only worth four hundred yuan second-hand?
That was way too low.
She had only worn that dress once, and the tag was still attached.
Extremely dissatisfied, Song Jinhe exited the app and opened WeChat to check the messages Jiang Yuan had sent.
[Jiang Yuan: My fiancé took me to an auction today and bought me the largest gemstone there.]
[Images＊6]
Among the six images were photos of Jiang Yuan with her fiancé, as well as pictures of her wearing the large emerald necklace, dressed in a perfectly fitted gown, holding a wine glass with a smile on her face.
In short, she was here to flaunt her wealth.
Song Jinhe felt little emotion looking at these pictures. Before transmigrating into this novel, she had been a penniless soul, working diligently every month. After paying rent, utilities, and sending a thousand yuan home, there wasn’t much left from her salary.
[Song Jinhe: That gemstone doesn’t really match your dress today.]
An instant reply came from the other side.
[Jiang Yuan: Are you jealous?]
[Jiang Yuan: Jealous that my fiancé spent five million to buy this emerald for me.]
Seeing this message, Song Jinhe’s eyes widened.
This necklace cost five million!
That expensive!
[Jiang Yuan: Too bad your husband is bankrupt. You’ll never have something like this in your lifetime.]
[Jiang Yuan: You’ll stay that way forever.]
Damn, she was provoking her again.
The more Song Jinhe thought about it, the angrier she became. After a moment, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she began typing.
[Song Jinhe: You’re right. So, since you’re so wealthy, Ms. Jiang, show me your strength with 100K.]
[Song Jinhe: Ah, my life is so hard. My parents aren’t my biological ones, and the husband I married is bankrupt. Please have pity on me, Ms. Jiang.]
Jiang Yuan, who had intended to show off in front of her former rival, was stunned by these two messages. Had Song Jinhe been possessed by a ghost?
She wasn’t even angry and had lowered herself so much, asking for pity.
[Jiang Yuan: Have you been possessed by a ghost?]
[Jiang Yuan: Transfer 100,000]
Seeing the transfer amount, Song Jinhe’s eyes widened again.
Even though she was bankrupt, she had accidentally stumbled into a wealthy family.
She accepted the money instantly and immediately replied with an especially fawning emoji.
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Song Jinhe glanced at her balance: 103,871.39 yuan.
Suddenly rich, Song Jinhe wriggled excitedly on the bed a few times.
Xi Leyao stood by the bed, watching her with a puzzled expression.
“What’s wrong? Are your arms and legs itchy?” Xi Leyao looked at her and asked curiously.
Song Jinhe immediately returned to her usual demeanor, glanced at him, and said, “I’m just happy thinking about the cake, flowers, and milk tea you’ll buy me tomorrow.”
Xi Leyao lay down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over his belly button.
The only electric fan in the room was placed beside Song Jinhe, and the quiet space was filled only by the whirring of the fan and the sound of a couple next door arguing over their child’s tuition fees.
Accompanied by this noise, Song Jinhe slowly drifted off to sleep, treating the sounds as nothing more than a lullaby.
Watching her peaceful slumber, Xi Leyao took out his phone and began looking up the Black Swan Cake she wanted.
Flowers and milk tea could be bought at the store tomorrow, but this cake was different.
The cheapest option still cost a thousand yuan.
He remembered how, in the past, her custom-made birthday cakes had cost tens of thousands, but now he couldn’t even afford the most expensive cake for Song Jinhe.
Putting away his phone, Xi Leyao gently pulled her into his arms, holding her close.
His gaze was filled with guilt as he looked at her.
Song Jinhe slept soundly, even dreaming of becoming a wealthy tycoon.
What a restful night.
When she woke up, the space beside her was empty—Xi Leyao had already left to earn money.
Song Jinhe got up and went to wash up. Standing in the bathroom, she picked up her toothbrush and started brushing.
Xi Leyao had a bit of a traditional mindset—he believed Song Jinhe had married him to live a comfortable life, not to become a housekeeper.
Even though they were now bankrupt, Xi Leyao still took excellent care of Song Jinhe.
In the morning, he would squeeze the toothpaste for her and prepare breakfast so she could eat as soon as she sat at the table. For lunch, he would order takeout for her. In the evening, he would buy groceries, cook dinner, and even do her laundry.
This small rented apartment was kept in perfect order.
If the original host hadn’t been influenced by the book’s setting, or if she hadn’t been the Vicious Female Supporting Character, the two of them could have built a thriving life together just as they were now.
Unfortunately, the original host was money-obsessed, scheming, and had low moral standards—she would stop at nothing to climb back into the wealthy class.
Song Jinhe ate the now-cooled meat buns and sipped milk through a straw.
“Why can’t I just live a good life with Handsome Xi?”
Xi Leyao was the kind of man who looked slim in clothes but had a well-built physique. More importantly, he had been wearing that old-fashioned undershirt in front of her for seven days!
Those well-defined biceps, that face sculpted as if by the goddess Nüwa herself, that magnetic baritone voice—all while maintaining a stoic expression as he washed her underwear with utmost seriousness.
What woman could resist that?
【OOC behavior is prohibited. Violators will be subject to electric shock punishment.】
The System recited the sixth prohibition rule in a rigid tone.
【So give up on that idea.】
【With your true personality, showing even a hint of it would be completely OOC.】
Her mind was filled with nothing but money and lust. Every day, after eating, she would lie on the sofa scrolling through videos of handsome men.
She never bothered to flirt with wealthy young masters, and every time the System reminded her, Song Jinhe would shut it down.
After finishing her milk, Song Jinhe lay back on the sofa, opened her phone, and entered a certain app to watch handsome men dancing provocatively.
“Tsk, what do you know?”
“Everyone desires money—no one can escape it. As for handsome men… it varies from person to person, but I’m just greedy for them.” Song Jinhe chuckled.
As she replied to the System, her fingers tapped out a line of text on the screen.
[Handsome, drool-worthy.]
Just as Song Jinhe was engrossed in her viewing, Xi Leyao’s video call suddenly came through.
Completely unprepared.
Song Jinhe was startled, thinking she had been caught peeking at the handsome guy.
When she answered the video call, she saw Xi Leyao wearing a delivery platform vest and a helmet, sitting on his second-hand electric scooter. With a stern face, he asked, “What do you want for lunch?”