The next morning, Wenna woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the time—she had overslept! But then, her thoughts were quickly drowned out by the familiar excitement bubbling inside her. Today would be the day she stepped into a new world, one where she was no longer invisible, no longer the quiet office worker from a small town. She was ready to make her mark.
She rushed out of bed and headed straight to her new penthouse villa, located on the top floor of an upscale skyscraper in the heart of the city. The building was magnificent, towering above everything else in its vicinity. It was exactly what Wenna had dreamed of but never thought would be possible for someone like her. The view from her bedroom window was breathtaking—a panoramic vista of the entire city, its glittering lights stretching out like a sea of stars.
She stepped into the walk-in closet, which was now filled with an array of luxury clothes, shoes, and accessories she had bought the night before. Wenna felt like she had entered another dimension. She picked out a designer dress that clung to her figure perfectly and paired it with a pair of elegant high heels that she had once only admired in magazines. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was styled to perfection.
Wenna looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking in the image of the woman standing before her. It was almost as though she were looking at someone else. A woman of power. A woman of status. A woman who had everything at her fingertips.
With a final glance, she grabbed her black card from the counter. It was more than just a credit card—it was her ticket to a new life. Wenna smiled, excitement coursing through her veins as she walked out of the penthouse, ready to face the world.
The Boutique
Wenna had never felt more alive as she stepped into the luxurious boutique located just a few blocks from her building. It was a high-end designer store, one that she had passed by countless times during her days as a low-paid office worker. She had always marveled at the chic window displays and the expensive clothing hanging inside, but she never imagined she would ever be able to afford anything within.
Now, however, she was the one who would walk through those doors, not as a mere observer but as a woman who owned everything she set her sights on.
As she entered, the bell above the door chimed softly, and the salespeople looked up, their eyes immediately narrowing in judgment. Wenna knew what they were thinking—she didn't look like someone who belonged in such a lavish store. Her simple, modest attire from before had given them all the wrong impression. She could almost hear their unspoken thoughts: What is she doing here?
But Wenna wasn't fazed. She walked in with her head held high, scanning the store as though she owned it. She was a woman with limitless wealth now, and she wasn't about to let anyone look down on her.
She picked up a luxurious handbag, one of the latest designs that had been featured on the cover of every fashion magazine. It was a rich, dark leather bag, embossed with gold accents. The price tag? Over fifty thousand dollars. She didn't bat an eye.
One of the saleswomen, a slender woman with perfectly styled hair, approached her with a polite smile. "May I help you, miss?" she asked, though Wenna could tell there was a hint of disbelief in her voice.
Wenna looked up with a calm smile. "I'll take this one, and the matching shoes and coat over there," she said nonchalantly, gesturing to the most expensive items in the store. The saleswoman blinked, clearly taken aback by Wenna's choice.
"Certainly," she replied, though her voice lacked the enthusiasm of someone genuinely excited to assist a customer. She went off to collect the items.
Wenna couldn't help but smirk to herself. It wasn't long before a few more customers entered the store, all of them dressed in designer outfits and seemingly affluent. They watched with curiosity as Wenna continued to browse through the racks, adding more and more items to her growing pile.
The Encounter with Zhang Lin
As Wenna was eyeing a set of extravagant jewelry in the corner, she heard a familiar, high-pitched voice from behind.
"Wenna? Is that really you?" The voice was unmistakable—it was Zhang Lin. Wenna turned to face her, and there she was, the same colleague who had mocked her just the day before. Zhang Lin was wearing an expensive designer coat, carrying a high-end purse, and her hair was perfectly styled, as always. She had that smug, superior look on her face.
At first, Zhang Lin didn't recognize Wenna in the sleek dress and heels. She looked at her with a raised eyebrow, puzzled. "Wow, you look… different," she said, her tone laced with disbelief. "Are you shopping here?"
Wenna smiled sweetly, enjoying the moment of irony. "Yes, actually. I decided it was time for a change," she replied coolly, her voice calm and unbothered.
Zhang Lin raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to mask her surprise. "Oh, how… nice," she said, her tone still condescending. "I never thought you were the type to shop here. I guess you finally decided to treat yourself?"
Wenna looked at her and gave a small chuckle, shaking her head. "No, actually, I just thought it was time to stop living like a nobody," she said, glancing down at the bags of luxury items in her arms. "I'm starting to realize there's a lot more to life than just getting by."
Zhang Lin blinked in confusion, her eyes darting from Wenna to the items she was holding. "Wait, hold on. How did you afford all of this? You're not… serious, are you?"
Wenna's smile widened, and she pulled out her black card. The gold numbers and sleek design shone under the bright lights of the boutique. "Of course, I'm serious," Wenna said calmly, tapping the card against the counter. "This little thing makes all the difference."
The saleswoman who had been assisting Wenna earlier returned with her items, and when she saw the black card in Wenna's hand, her eyes went wide. "That's… the Shenhao Black Card, isn't it?" she exclaimed, astonished.
Zhang Lin's face paled, her expression flickering between disbelief and envy. She had heard rumors about people owning black cards, but she never imagined that the quiet, humble Wenna would be one of them.
"I… I didn't know you were, you know… one of those people," Zhang Lin stammered, her voice faltering.
Wenna smiled sweetly, savoring the moment. "Well, it looks like you learned something new today, Zhang Lin," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "And trust me, it feels good to finally be someone who's respected."
Zhang Lin could only stand there, flustered and humiliated, as Wenna paid for her items without hesitation. The look on her face was priceless.
As Wenna walked out of the boutique, bags full of luxury purchases in tow, she couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. This was only the beginning. The world had underestimated her for too long, and now it was time for them to see exactly what she was capable of.
She had just delivered her first face slap, and it felt incredibly sweet.