Fan Shengmei tore through the front door of Apartment 2202 like a manic, desperate whirlwind, leaving Qiu Yingying and Guan Juer, who were quietly washing cheap fruit in the kitchenette, completely caught off guard.
"Sister Fan, what on earth are you doing?" Guan Juer asked, pushing her massive glasses up her nose as she watched the older woman violently rip open her closet, tearing through the hidden, expensive designer clothes she meticulously hoarded.
"Are you stupid? Judging by that manic look on Sister Fan's face, she must have just snagged a rich, handsome guy who asked her out to dinner! Right, Sister Fan?" Yingying chirped proudly, acting as if she were an expert in romance.
"Quick! Do you think my ass looks better in this tight red dress, or this black one?" Fan Shengmei demanded frantically, holding two pieces of premium fabric against her plush, heavy curves and looking at her pathetic roommates for validation.
"Sister Fan, tell us the juicy details first! What kind of handsome tycoon did you trap?" Yingying giggled, reaching out to playfully tug at the red dress.
"Listen to me, little earthworm, I absolutely do not have time to mess around with you right now," Fan Shengmei swatted her hand away, her eyes wild with calculating desperation. "He is waiting downstairs. If I take too long and he gets impatient and leaves, I am holding you personally responsible!"
Although the handsome stranger had likely invited her to dinner out of genuine remorse for the accident, Fan Shengmei was a predator in her own right. Any man who casually rode a bicycle worth hundreds of thousands of yuan and crashed it just to avoid a stray cat was obviously filthy rich and dangerously carefree.
Whether the physical groping on the pavement had been an accident or intentional, Fan Shengmei would absolutely never let such a golden opportunity slip through her fingers. Opportunities in this suffocating city were earned through desperate, clawing effort. Lying in bed and praying for God to drop a billionaire into her lap was a delusion for teenagers. She was already thirty years old; her biological clock and her family's crushing debts meant she was long past the age of dreaming. She needed capital, and she needed it tonight.
"He's waiting downstairs? Could he be a neighbor from our complex?" Guan Juer asked, her timid mind catching the logistical detail.
"I don't know yet, but he was riding a bicycle. He must live close by, even if he doesn't own a unit in Ode to Joy!" Fan Shengmei replied, frantically touching up her foundation.
"Wait... a bicycle? Sister Fan, are you out of your mind?!"
Upon hearing the word 'bicycle', both Yingying and Guan Juer stared at the older woman in sheer, incredulous horror. Having lived together for nearly a year, both girls knew exactly how ruthless Fan Shengmei's criteria for a partner were. She didn't give a damn if a man was old, ugly, or abusive; she only cared if his bank account was massive. For her to rush around like a frantic whore for a man on a bicycle made them genuinely wonder if she had been drugged.
"Oh, what do you naive little girls know about true wealth?" Fan Shengmei laughed sharply, seeing their pathetic expressions. She immediately unlocked her smartphone and shoved the screen in their faces. "Ta-da! Take a good look and educate yourselves!"
While riding the elevator up, her barcode-scanner brain had meticulously searched the exact make and model of the stranger's carbon-fiber bike, uncovering the staggering market price.
"A bicycle for... 380,000 yuan?! And it's a limited import edition that requires an extra twenty percent premium just to secure?! Isn't that a total rip-off?!" Yingying shrieked, her small eyes bulging out of her head as she read the digits.
"That... that bicycle is more expensive than a luxury BMW..." Guan Juer gasped in shock. Admittedly, her family was comfortably middle-class compared to Yingying's peasant background, but spending nearly half a million yuan on a pedal bike was utterly beyond her timid comprehension.
"This is exactly how true, generational wealth operates," Fan Shengmei lectured, a greedy, feverish light in her eyes. "The so-called 'rich' men I've baited before drove luxury cars worth a few hundred thousand, but who knows if those leases were drowning in loan debt or just rented for the weekend? But this? This is the definition of understated, untouchable luxury! You couldn't find more than a handful of these bikes in the entirety of Shanghai!"
Fan Shengmei shimmied into the tight, red fitted dress. The fabric clung desperately to her heavy hips and pushed her D-cup breasts up into a magnificent, suffocating cleavage. She grabbed her designer bag and threw on a coat of bold lipstick.
"How do I look? Doesn't it look incredibly expensive?" she asked, doing a slow spin.
"You are absolutely gorgeous, Sister Fan! If I were a man, I'd be completely captivated!" Yingying nodded vigorously.
"Tch, don't you dare call me Sister Fan tonight," Fan Shengmei tapped Yingying's forehead, adopting a sickeningly sweet, coquettish tone.
"Okay, okay, little beauty!" the girls giggled. They knew that once a woman crossed twenty-six, she became terrified of her age. Fan Shengmei often acted pretentiously youthful to cope, and they were used to the delusion.
"Wait up for my good news!" Fan Shengmei laughed, playfully pinching their cheeks before practically sprinting out the door and down the hall.
Down in the cool evening air of the courtyard, Adrian was idly scrolling through his smartphone.
It was 2012. The modern internet economy was just beginning to aggressively mutate. Alibaba hadn't even gone public yet, and the nationwide real estate brokerage boom hadn't reached its fever pitch. Given his terrifying, meta-knowledge of the coming decade's financial timeline, effortlessly multiplying his twenty million yuan into billions was a trivial mathematical certainty.
For instance, he knew exactly which abandoned slums in the Yangpu district would be demolished for government gentrification in two years. If he sank all his liquid cash into those ruined properties now, he would reap a thirty-fold profit payout.
'But as the old proverb states: Distant water cannot quench an immediate fire,' Adrian calculated coldly.
The System had explicitly given him a strict, one-year deadline to accumulate his points and fuck the targets on the hit list. Long-term capital investments that took three years to mature were completely useless to his current hunting parameters.
"I am so sorry to keep you waiting!"
A breathless, sultry voice broke his train of thought. Adrian locked his phone and looked up to see Fan Shengmei practically gliding out of the lobby doors.
"It is nothing. I originally assumed a stunning woman like yourself would require at least an hour to prepare," Adrian replied smoothly, his dark eyes conducting a slow, deliberate sweep of her body.
"How could I possibly keep you waiting?" Fan Shengmei blushed, stepping into the ambient light.
The tight red dress she had chosen was an absolute weapon. Combined with her mature, calculating demeanor, the fabric squeezed her heavy, luscious ass perfectly and made her pale skin practically glow.
'Admittedly, this woman's motives are utterly impure, and she is a greedy, transactional parasite,' Adrian analyzed ruthlessly behind his charming smile. 'But her physical assets are undeniable. In terms of raw, heavy curves and a fuckable face, she is top-tier livestock.'
It was just a profound pity that this woman had absolutely no grasp on her true place in the food chain.
If she simply wanted to settle down and live a comfortable, upper-middle-class life in Shanghai, finding a financially stable beta male would be effortless for a woman with her tits and ass.
If she truly only cared about securing massive wealth, then with her looks and ruthless qualifications, she should have just abandoned her fake dignity, spread her legs, and become a billionaire's exclusive, paid mistress years ago. Had she just honestly sold her pussy on the elite black market, she could easily afford two luxury apartments in Shanghai by now.
But Fan Shengmei was a hypocrite. She looked down on men who only had 'some' money, yet she was absolutely determined to legally marry into an ultra-wealthy, aristocratic family and become a legitimate, respected billionaire's wife.
As a result of this idiotic delusion, she let countless wealthy men left her over the years, yet she never managed to secure a wedding ring or a single piece of real estate.
'After all,' Adrian sneered internally as he offered her his arm, 'she is too stupid to realize that true, generational wealth will never permanently marry aging, debt-ridden trash.'
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