The next day, Fu Xiaowei showed no intention of paying back the money.
Wen Zhi didn't indulge her in the slightest.
She began publicly collecting the debt in the group chat.
"@FuXiaowei Morning's already over."
"@FuXiaowei It's afternoon now."
"@FuXiaowei Nighttime. Pay up."
Fu Xiaowei knew her boyfriend's bank accounts had been frozen. There was no way she could pay immediately. She tried borrowing money.
But the so-called "friends" who used to freeload off her suddenly had all kinds of excuses.
She couldn't borrow a single cent.
In the end, she gritted her teeth and sold her favorite luxury handbag.
Only after Wen Zhi's fifth reminder did she finally transfer the money.
To vent her resentment, she deliberately posted the transfer screenshot in the group and sent a voice message:
"Wen Zhi, open your damn eyes and look carefully. The money's transferred. It's just twelve thousand—yet you chased me like a debt collector. How embarrassing. Poor bitch."
Hearing the message, Wen Zhi laughed softly.
Still daring to insult her?
She immediately forwarded a video to the group.
Yan Duo had gone to a second-hand luxury shop to buy a designer bag and sent Wen Zhi a video to help her choose.
Coincidentally, the camera clearly captured Fu Xiaowei selling her bag at the counter.
Wen Zhi opened voice chat, her tone leisurely and amused.
"Classmate Fu, since you're so rich… why were you selling bags today?"
The group instantly exploded.
Someone sent a "laughing till crying" emoji.
Others followed up, mocking how Fu Xiaowei had relied on her boyfriend to show off—only to crash spectacularly.
She thought paying the money would restore her dignity.
Instead, she became the group's biggest joke.
Unable to bear it anymore, Fu Xiaowei silently exited the class group.
Wen Zhi closed the chat as well.
She glanced at her account balance, feeling refreshed, then casually opened a shopping app and—after comparing dozens of stores—bought Mo Tingyan a gift.
The next day happened to be a rest day for both of them.
After breakfast, Wen Zhi returned to her room.
The doorbell rang.
Mo Tingyan opened the door.
Moments later, Wen Zhi's bedroom door burst open as Mo Tingyan rushed in, eyes shining.
"Palm Pearl—did you buy me a dishwasher?!"
Wen Zhi looked at him calmly.
"Mm. A reward."
He stared at her in disbelief.
"A reward? Didn't you just scold me for wasting money and put me on punishment?"
"I got the twelve thousand back in full," she said lightly.
"Since it saved money using your favor, I'm not going to pocket it alone."
Mo Tingyan never imagined his dream dishwasher would come this way.
He spread his arms and hugged Wen Zhi tightly, planting a firm kiss on her cheek.
"My Palm Pearl really knows how to treat her man. I'll go watch the installer right now!"
Watching him practically skip toward the kitchen, Wen Zhi touched her cheek and laughed softly.
A dishwasher made him this happy?
…He was surprisingly easy to please.
After the installer left, Mo Tingyan enthusiastically explored every function of the dishwasher.
When he came out of the kitchen, Wen Zhi was already sitting on the couch.
"Mo Tingyan," she said,
"You promised to help me record audio before. Let's do it today."
He sat beside her naturally, draped an arm around her shoulders, and studied the account-revamp plan on her tablet.
After reading it, he frowned slightly.
"Palm Pearl, this plan isn't strong enough. If I'm appearing on your account for the first time, we need to raise anticipation. Just voice-over alone isn't eye-catching enough."
She listened carefully—and had to admit he was right.
"So what do you suggest?" she asked.
He thought for a moment.
"If we're transforming, let's go big. Turn static voice-overs into dynamic videos."
He pulled out his phone, searched the short-video app, and showed her an example.
It was a short clip of a man and a woman acting to someone else's audio.
"We do something like this," he said.
"We create our own voice-over, but we don't show our faces. That mystery alone will hook people."
Watching him explain with confidence, Wen Zhi couldn't help thinking—
This man… is kind of attractive when he's serious.
And his idea made sense.
They decided to act immediately.
They picked a script, recorded the audio, then filmed a transformation video to match.
A ten-second video.
They spent the entire morning on it.
After editing, Wen Zhi showed him the final cut.
The video opened with a simply dressed girl using a soft, sweet voice:
"The book says every girl is a princess…
Then are you… my knight?"
Next, a man in a T-shirt and jeans replied in a deep, magnetic voice:
"Of course, my princess.
Guns and roses will always stand ready for you."
A rose was tossed toward the camera.
As the screen was blocked and the music kicked in, the scene transformed—
Mo Tingyan stood in a tailored suit, tall and imposing, holding Wen Zhi in his arms.
She wore a tight white mini dress—slim waist, full curves, long legs.
Neither face was shown.
Yet the image was pure temptation—sensual, teasing, dangerously addictive.
Mo Tingyan was clearly satisfied.
He hooked an arm around her waist and murmured in a low, intimate voice,
"Our Palm Pearl is irresistible. Even without showing your face, you can turn the soft into hard."
As his lips were about to descend—
Wen Zhi immediately turned away and slipped out of his arms.
Absolutely shameless.
She fled to the study and, with a pounding heart, uploaded the video.
This was just a test run.
Even if it failed, she could accept it.
But—
The video blew up.
In less than four hours, the views and likes surpassed the total of all her previous works combined.
Her followers jumped from 320,000 to 410,000.
The audio was used over a thousand times, and imitation videos flooded in.
Wen Zhi was stunned.
The transformation was wildly successful—exactly as Mo Tingyan predicted.
His presence ignited fans' curiosity.
In the comments, old followers praised her figure after seeing her "body reveal" for the first time.
Others asked about the relationship between her and the man in the video.
Wen Zhi responded to none of it.
She didn't even go live.
Curiosity, after all, grows strongest when left unsatisfied.
And at the same time—
Mo Tingjue, who happened to scroll past Wen Zhi's new video, froze when he saw her being held in another man's arms.
His expression darkened completely.