Volume One, Chapter Three: The Exquisite Circle of Friends
So Lu Yichen went on to buy leather shoes, sneakers, and accessories like a lighter and a wallet. However, these items were relatively insignificant; altogether, he only spent a little over two hundred thousand, and the system reimbursed him more than four hundred thousand.
A total win!
In the end, aside from a watch, he had acquired everything he needed. Since he was going to buy a watch, Lu Yichen naturally wanted a good one—something top-tier like Vacheron Constantin or Patek Philippe, just as he had envisioned.
But the Runxing Shopping Plaza he visited today didn’t have boutiques for those ultra-luxury brands. Besides, he’d already spent the whole morning shopping and didn’t feel like going anywhere else, so he decided to leave the watch for another time.
He remembered that a senior from his department happened to sell Vacheron Constantin watches.
“I should find a chance to invite her out,” he thought.
Now, Lu Yichen had no hesitation about buying a prestigious watch. After all, in just one morning, his account balance had soared to several hundred thousand, and it would soon reach a million, perhaps even tens or hundreds of millions.
What ordinary office worker had ever seen such a string of digits in their bank account? It was something he once didn’t even dare to dream of; without the system, even a lifetime’s effort would never amount to so much money.
System.
You are my god!
Sitting on a bench in the mall, Lu Yichen took out his phone and scrolled through the photos Yan Qingrou had taken for him.
He planned to post them on his social feed to show off a little.
After all those years of poverty, was it so wrong to indulge in a bit of vanity?
Yet, before posting, he hesitated, thinking of Qin Ruoyan.
He wasn’t sure whether to block her from seeing his post, nor did he know how she would react. After all, they had just broken up, and there was no way to explain why he suddenly had so much money—he certainly couldn’t tell her he’d been bound to a tycoon system.
Who would believe such a thing?
Even he hadn’t believed it at first, let alone anyone else. He could easily be taken for insane and locked up, so he absolutely couldn’t tell anyone about the system.
Lu Yichen tapped on Qin Ruoyan’s WeChat. Her account name was “Moonlight,” and her profile picture was Jerry from Tom and Jerry.
That profile picture, and even the names, were couple-themed—she was “Moonlight,” and Lu Yichen was “Cannot Escape the Moonlight.”
Lu Yichen didn’t message Qin Ruoyan, but instead opened their transfer page.
Sure enough...
Her name no longer appeared.
She must have deleted or blocked him.
But that was understandable.
After all, they had broken up. With Qin Ruoyan’s personality, she would want a clean break.
But Lu Yichen wasn’t hopelessly lovesick—when two people part ways, there’s no need to keep entangling, no need for a melodrama of love and hate.
He exited the chat with Qin Ruoyan and went back to his social feed, picked out a caption, selected a few photos, and posted them.
Lu Yichen rarely posted on his social media; aside from company-mandated reposts, there was almost no trace of his personal life. Even when he was with Qin Ruoyan, he hardly ever flaunted their relationship online—he always thought that was just an illusion, better to have something real.
After all, most people have a polished social feed but a bare-bones life.
Today, his new post was a sudden shift in style, and it immediately drew plenty of attention.
In less than five minutes, his post was flooded with likes and comments, and some people even messaged him directly.
Anyone familiar with brands could tell that what Lu Yichen was wearing in those pictures was worth no less than two hundred thousand.
Lu Yichen scrolled through each comment, an undeniable sense of superiority welling up inside.
Du Qingyan: “Wow, you’re totally giving off CEO vibes, Chen!”
Ye Ziyi: “I opened my feed and froze—when did I have such a handsome guy in my contacts? You look like a celebrity!”
Full Moon Dweller: “Wait, what? Is this a transformation? Can I borrow your outfit?”
Juyu: “Brother Yichen, that whole look must cost at least over a hundred thousand, right?”
Peach Soda: “Junior! Are you really my junior? That outfit is next-level.”
...
Seeing Peach Soda’s comment, Lu Yichen opened her chat.
Peach Soda was none other than the senior who sold Vacheron Constantin watches—her name was Yue Suxin.
She was attractive and elegant, and had often given him guidance during university. Over time, they’d developed a good rapport, though their contact had waned after graduation.
Lu Yichen: “Senior Yue, how have you been lately?”
He messaged Yue Suxin directly, hoping to arrange a time to meet.
Yue Suxin: “Pretty good, thanks. And you?”
Lu Yichen: “I’m doing well too.”
Yue Suxin: “You’re not just here for a chat, are you?”
Lu Yichen: “That’s why you’re my senior—you know me too well.”
Yue Suxin: “You come to me when you need something, and disappear when you don’t.”
Lu Yichen: “That was in the past. Why are you still holding a grudge, senior?”
Yue Suxin: “Speaking of which, how’s Ruoyan these days?”
Lu Yichen: “Well, she’s probably doing fine. I don’t really know—we broke up.”
After sending that, Lu Yichen waited, but there was no reply. The typing indicator kept appearing, but no message came through.
After a while, Yue Suxin finally responded: “If you’re feeling down after your breakup, you can always come to me. I’m pretty good at cheering people up.”
Lu Yichen: “Let’s not talk about that. Actually, I wanted to see when you’re available—I’d like to buy a watch.”
Yue Suxin: “Huh? A watch?”
She hadn’t expected Lu Yichen to contact her for a watch—especially since she didn’t sell just any watch, but top-tier Vacheron Constantin.
Lu Yichen: “Yes. Let me know when you’re free, and I’ll come by.”
Seeing how serious he was, Yue Suxin sent him an address and replied, “Come find me at the store tomorrow at ten. I’ll be there all day.”
Lu Yichen: “OK.”
Their conversation ended with his reply.
Even now, Yue Suxin was still reeling from the news—his breakup with Ruoyan, and the fact that he wanted to buy a Vacheron Constantin, both left her astounded.
She had no idea what kind of financial means her junior now possessed, or whether he was really buying for himself or someone else, but it didn’t matter anymore. Even if he just came to browse, she would welcome him.
Putting away his phone, Lu Yichen stood up, ready to head home.
Just then, a mature beauty with delicate features, dressed in a tight black dress that accentuated her stunning figure, with flawless skin and full, rosy lips, came over and hooked her arm through his.
“See? This is my boyfriend. So please, stop pursuing me from now on.”