In the evening, Chen Xin returned home with a slightly heavy heart. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pile of luxury brand bags and shoes stacked like a small mountain on the carpet in the living room. His three dogs were fighting over a Jimmy Choo high heel as if it were a toy.
Lin Xiaowan, dressed in an old leather skirt, was lying amidst the pile of clothes and bags, playing games on a newly bought iPad. When she saw him come in, she gave him a bratty glare and said, "It's already nine o'clock! You're not being a good boy at all. Coming home so late—are you trying to starve me?"
Chen Xin frowned slightly. "You didn't eat dinner? Didn't I tell you there's food in the kitchen?"
"But I don't like the kitchen. It's always greasy in there. I wanted to wait for you to come back and get me something to eat," Xiaowan replied, tossing a newly bought Hermès wallet at him. "Hurry up and get me something to eat!"
Chen Xin didn't even have time to change his shoes before being ordered to fetch dinner. He brought out some reheated spaghetti bolognese, but Xiaowan pouted as she ate. "It's been sitting too long—it doesn't taste good. Don't you have anything better?"
"I can't cook," Chen Xin said. "This is all the housekeeper left before leaving. If you don't like it, I'll order takeout for you."
"Sure, let's get pizza," Xiaowan said excitedly. "Make sure to tell them to add lots and lots of cheese."
After placing the order, Chen Xin looked at Xiaowan lounging on the carpet, playing games without a care in the world. He had planned to wait until she finished eating to bring up the subject weighing on his mind, but the matter had been gnawing at him all day, making it hard for him to focus at work. He couldn't stand the feeling of being so affected by someone else, so he finally spoke up. "Xiaowan, I have something to ask you."
"Ask away," Xiaowan replied without looking up from her screen.
Chen Xin sighed, crouched down, and pulled the iPad out of her hands. "What I want to ask is serious. Could you be a little more attentive?"
Xiaowan glanced at his expression and stuck out her tongue playfully. "Is it because I spent too much money today? I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I haven't gone shopping in so long, and I got a little carried away. I usually don't spend this much—at least not in one day, haha."
Her words struck at the heart of the topic Chen Xin wanted to discuss. He quickly followed up. "So, you mean you've spent tens of thousands on clothes and bags in a single day before, just like today?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Xiaowan stretched lazily on the carpet.
Chen Xin felt his heart sink further. "When I met you, you were just a street performer who couldn't even afford a proper winter coat. Where did you get the money for luxury items like these?"
Twirling her hair, Xiaowan replied casually, "You've already guessed it, haven't you? So stop beating around the bush. Men like you are the ones paying for it. That's right—I'm exactly what you guys call a gold digger."
Chen Xin felt a chill run through his entire body. "How many times… have you done this?"
Xiaowan counted on her fingers and thought for a moment. "Including you, fourteen times."
"Don't include me!" Chen Xin exclaimed, standing up in agitation. "I'm not like the men you've conned before!"
Xiaowan propped herself up on her hands and sat upright on the carpet, letting out a faint laugh. "Oh, you're mad? What exactly are you mad about? Are you mad because I spent too much money, or because I'm not the pure and virtuous girl you men fantasize about?"
Chen Xin snapped, "I'm angry because you don't value yourself at all! You're in your early twenties, with all the time and energy in the world. Instead of working hard to earn your own money, you rely on these dishonest means. Have you ever thought about what will happen when you're old? Do you think there will still be people willing to spend money on you then?"
An hour later, in a suburban wealthy district near N City.
A Lamborghini sped along the empty road under the night sky. Its elegant design and high-end features made it move as gracefully as a cheetah. But the good times didn't last. The car suddenly hit something under a streetlight, and the front tire blew out.
The owner—a tall, freckled young white man with brown hair—got out, cursing as he inspected the damage. When he found a wire-laced rope lying across the road, he swore loudly, "Damn it! Whoever did this, I'll break your legs!"
Just then, Xiaowan stepped out of the shadows, speaking slowly. "Break their legs? Andrew, I really doubt you're capable of that."
Andrew recognized her instantly. "It's you again, Lin Xiaowan! What, here to avenge my idiot sister?"
"Exactly," Xiaowan said, weighing a wine bottle in her hand. "And don't call her that in front of me. Only a scumbag beats their own sister."
Andrew laughed. "So what if I hit her? She's nothing in my family. I'm the one my parents care about. She's just a girl—she doesn't count. Coming back on Christmas to suck up to them and fight me for the inheritance? Over my dead body! If she shows up again, I'll kill her. And if you interfere, I'll beat you too!"
Knowing it was pointless to argue with someone this foolish, Xiaowan smashed the wine bottle against Andrew's Lamborghini.
Andrew sneered, "You're taking me on with just a bottle? You're asking to die! Don't you know I box?"
Xiaowan pulled out a lighter from her pocket. "I know. That's why I'm not targeting you. Haven't you noticed this bottle isn't filled with wine?"
Andrew froze, then turned toward his car, catching a whiff of strong gasoline.
His face twisted in realization. "Wait, no—"
But it was too late. Xiaowan flicked the lighter toward the car. The tiny flame ignited the gasoline instantly, and flames engulfed the Lamborghini's front half.
Andrew roared at her, "Are you crazy? I waited months for that car!"
"Really? Then I'm glad," Xiaowan said coldly.
"You b****! Worse than my sister! I'll kill you!" Andrew charged toward her with his fists raised.
But Xiaowan spoke calmly. "If I were you, I'd be thinking about putting out that fire."
Andrew hesitated, torn between her and his beloved car, then cursed and ran off to find a fire extinguisher.
In the glow of the flames, Xiaowan mounted the Harley and said icily to his retreating figure, "And Andrew, if you ever lay a hand on your sister again, I swear next time it won't just be your car I burn."
"You b****! Just you wait—I'll kill you!" Andrew shouted from a distance.
Xiaowan smirked, started the motorcycle, and said under her breath, "I don't care much for this world, but don't worry—I'll make sure I die after you."In the evening, Chen Xin returned home with a slightly heavy heart. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pile of luxury brand bags and shoes stacked like a small mountain on the carpet in the living room. His three dogs were fighting over a Jimmy Choo high heel as if it were a toy.
Lin Xiaowan, dressed in an old leather skirt, was lying amidst the pile of clothes and bags, playing games on a newly bought iPad. When she saw him come in, she gave him a bratty glare and said, "It's already nine o'clock! You're not being a good boy at all. Coming home so late—are you trying to starve me?"
Chen Xin frowned slightly. "You didn't eat dinner? Didn't I tell you there's food in the kitchen?"
"But I don't like the kitchen. It's always greasy in there. I wanted to wait for you to come back and get me something to eat," Xiaowan replied, tossing a newly bought Hermès wallet at him. "Hurry up and get me something to eat!"
Chen Xin didn't even have time to change his shoes before being ordered to fetch dinner. He brought out some reheated spaghetti bolognese, but Xiaowan pouted as she ate. "It's been sitting too long—it doesn't taste good. Don't you have anything better?"
"I can't cook," Chen Xin said. "This is all the housekeeper left before leaving. If you don't like it, I'll order takeout for you."
"Sure, let's get pizza," Xiaowan said excitedly. "Make sure to tell them to add lots and lots of cheese."
After placing the order, Chen Xin looked at Xiaowan lounging on the carpet, playing games without a care in the world. He had planned to wait until she finished eating to bring up the subject weighing on his mind, but the matter had been gnawing at him all day, making it hard for him to focus at work. He couldn't stand the feeling of being so affected by someone else, so he finally spoke up. "Xiaowan, I have something to ask you."
"Ask away," Xiaowan replied without looking up from her screen.
Chen Xin sighed, crouched down, and pulled the iPad out of her hands. "What I want to ask is serious. Could you be a little more attentive?"
Xiaowan glanced at his expression and stuck out her tongue playfully. "Is it because I spent too much money today? I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I haven't gone shopping in so long, and I got a little carried away. I usually don't spend this much—at least not in one day, haha."
Her words struck at the heart of the topic Chen Xin wanted to discuss. He quickly followed up. "So, you mean you've spent tens of thousands on clothes and bags in a single day before, just like today?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Xiaowan stretched lazily on the carpet.
Chen Xin felt his heart sink further. "When I met you, you were just a street performer who couldn't even afford a proper winter coat. Where did you get the money for luxury items like these?"
Twirling her hair, Xiaowan replied casually, "You've already guessed it, haven't you? So stop beating around the bush. Men like you are the ones paying for it. That's right—I'm exactly what you guys call a gold digger."
Chen Xin felt a chill run through his entire body. "How many times… have you done this?"
Xiaowan counted on her fingers and thought for a moment. "Including you, fourteen times."
"Don't include me!" Chen Xin exclaimed, standing up in agitation. "I'm not like the men you've conned before!"
Xiaowan propped herself up on her hands and sat upright on the carpet, letting out a faint laugh. "Oh, you're mad? What exactly are you mad about? Are you mad because I spent too much money, or because I'm not the pure and virtuous girl you men fantasize about?"
Chen Xin snapped, "I'm angry because you don't value yourself at all! You're in your early twenties, with all the time and energy in the world. Instead of working hard to earn your own money, you rely on these dishonest means. Have you ever thought about what will happen when you're old? Do you think there will still be people willing to spend money on you then?"
An hour later, in a suburban wealthy district near N City.
A Lamborghini sped along the empty road under the night sky. Its elegant design and high-end features made it move as gracefully as a cheetah. But the good times didn't last. The car suddenly hit something under a streetlight, and the front tire blew out.
The owner—a tall, freckled young white man with brown hair—got out, cursing as he inspected the damage. When he found a wire-laced rope lying across the road, he swore loudly, "Damn it! Whoever did this, I'll break your legs!"
Just then, Xiaowan stepped out of the shadows, speaking slowly. "Break their legs? Andrew, I really doubt you're capable of that."
Andrew recognized her instantly. "It's you again, Lin Xiaowan! What, here to avenge my idiot sister?"
"Exactly," Xiaowan said, weighing a wine bottle in her hand. "And don't call her that in front of me. Only a scumbag beats their own sister."
Andrew laughed. "So what if I hit her? She's nothing in my family. I'm the one my parents care about. She's just a girl—she doesn't count. Coming back on Christmas to suck up to them and fight me for the inheritance? Over my dead body! If she shows up again, I'll kill her. And if you interfere, I'll beat you too!"
Knowing it was pointless to argue with someone this foolish, Xiaowan smashed the wine bottle against Andrew's Lamborghini.
Andrew sneered, "You're taking me on with just a bottle? You're asking to die! Don't you know I box?"
Xiaowan pulled out a lighter from her pocket. "I know. That's why I'm not targeting you. Haven't you noticed this bottle isn't filled with wine?"
Andrew froze, then turned toward his car, catching a whiff of strong gasoline.
His face twisted in realization. "Wait, no—"
But it was too late. Xiaowan flicked the lighter toward the car. The tiny flame ignited the gasoline instantly, and flames engulfed the Lamborghini's front half.
Andrew roared at her, "Are you crazy? I waited months for that car!"
"Really? Then I'm glad," Xiaowan said coldly.
"You b****! Worse than my sister! I'll kill you!" Andrew charged toward her with his fists raised.
But Xiaowan spoke calmly. "If I were you, I'd be thinking about putting out that fire."
Andrew hesitated, torn between her and his beloved car, then cursed and ran off to find a fire extinguisher.
In the glow of the flames, Xiaowan mounted the Harley and said icily to his retreating figure, "And Andrew, if you ever lay a hand on your sister again, I swear next time it won't just be your car I burn."
"You b****! Just you wait—I'll kill you!" Andrew shouted from a distance.
Xiaowan smirked, started the motorcycle, and said under her breath, "I don't care much for this world, but don't worry—I'll make sure I die after you."