A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

Jiang Ye watched Su Ning's hurriedly running away, then glanced at Lin Wanxing who kept turning back to look at him, and couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

Okay...

This girl is really overacting; she must have genuinely recognized him.

But it doesn't matter. Since she chose to stand on the third floor and pretend not to recognize him, Jiang Ye can also pretend not to know that she recognized him and go directly to the fifth floor.

It's just that good looks...

He stroked his chin, took out his phone, and called Ye Cheng.

The phone rang a few times before being answered; the background noise was a bit loud, suggesting she wasn't the only one there.

"Moshi Moshi? What's wrong?"

"Chengcheng, I have a question for you. If you were to rate my looks, what score would you give me?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before Ye Cheng's voice came through again: "Wait a minute, I didn't hear you clearly, what did you say?"

"Hey! If you were to rate my looks out of 100, what score do you think I'd get?"

"Oh? Who is it? Which girl is so tactless as to tell you the truth? Don't mind her, we rely on inner qualities and charisma! Looks are such superficial things..."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Okay, Ye Cheng, you're out of pocket money.

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Meanwhile, ten minutes earlier, at Shengtian Conservatory of Music, in room 302 of building F, girls' dormitory.

This is a six-person room, but it's common for art school students to not live on campus year-round.

Room 302 usually only has three people, until recently when Ye Cheng stopped doing part-time work, and the "permanent residents" of the room barely reached four.

At this moment, the other three girls had gone to the cafeteria for lunch, leaving only Ye Cheng and two others who almost never came back to stay in the dormitory—Jin Lulu and Sheng Jin.

The two stopped Ye Cheng, who was about to leave for the cafeteria.

"Chengcheng, let's eat later and chat for a bit."

Jin Lulu, covered in logos, leaned against the ladder on the bed opposite Ye Cheng and spoke first: "I heard you haven't been going to your part-time job lately? Are you getting along well with your... boyfriend who drives a 5 Series? Is he supporting you?"

Ye Cheng stopped packing her schoolbag and glanced at her: "Hmm, not bad."

Sheng Jin casually placed the bag she was carrying on the empty desk next to her and said:

"Yeah, Chengcheng, I couldn't make it to your last gathering because of something. Lulu told me your boyfriend is quite young? Driving a 5 Series at such a young age, that's quite impressive for someone so young."

She paused, her gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping over the blue balloon on Ye Cheng's wrist: "You're quite willing to part with her, it seems you genuinely like her."

Ye Cheng zipped up her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and looked directly at the two of them, her tone calm:

"Lulu, Xiaojin, we're roommates, we know each other inside and out. You know I don't think much of you, and I know you think I'm pretentious. So, let's skip the preamble and get straight to the point. What's up?"

These words were quite impolite, and Jin Lulu's face immediately turned ugly.

Sheng Jin quickly tried to smooth things over with a smile, nudging her gently: "Hey Chengcheng, look at you, why are you talking so rudely now? Everyone's just concerned about you, a girl's youth only lasts a few years, find someone reliable..."

"Xiao Jin, get to the point."

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Cheng waved her hand to interrupt, "What, you finally couldn't resist and want to pimp me out today?"

"Ye Cheng!"

Jin Lulu's face darkened: "That's a really harsh thing to say!"

Sheng Jin quickly pulled back the slightly agitated Jin Lulu, and smiled pursed her lips:

"Hey Chengcheng, isn't everyone just trying to make their future more comfortable? When it comes to dating, it doesn't matter who you date. What matters is what you actually get."

"fall in love?"

Ye Cheng looked at her with a half-smile: "You call a relationship where you get paid 100,000 or 200,000 a month, and can be replaced at any time, a real relationship?"

Sheng Jin was taken aback, and her face fell slightly: "Chengcheng, look at you, you used to have such a good temper, but now that you have a boyfriend, your temper has gotten worse? You always talk in a sarcastic tone."

"Before? Before, I..."

Just as Ye Cheng was about to reply, her phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the screen and casually swiped to answer.

"Moshi Moshi? What's wrong?"

"Chengcheng, I have a question for you. If you were to rate my looks, what score would you give me?"

"???"

Ye Cheng had a few question marks above her head, but seeing Jin Lulu and Sheng Jin across from her instantly attracted and perking up their ears, she smiled slightly and pressed the speakerphone button:

"Wait a minute, I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say?"

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Ye honestly repeated the question.

"Oh? Who is it? Which girl is so tactless as to tell you the truth? Don't mind her, we rely on inner qualities and charisma! Looks are such superficial things..."

"beep--"

Before I could finish speaking, the other end of the line hung up in annoyance.

Ye Cheng looked at the darkened screen and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

She looked up, meeting the complex and unspoken gazes of Jin Lulu and Sheng Jin, and waved her phone:

"Look at my kid, sometimes he's just so childish, acting on a whim. But he's kind of cute, isn't he?"

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the two faces with a hint of provocation:

"Lulu, Xiaojin, how can you talk to your 'boyfriends' like that? Now tell me, does it really matter who you're dating?"

Jin Lulu and Sheng Jin were speechless for a moment, and their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

The kind of relationship where you can joke around freely, even with a hint of "disdain" yet still remain intimate, is something that would never exist in a relationship maintained by money.

"Also, it's not that I'm in a bad mood right now, it's just that my attitude towards you is bad right now."

Ye Cheng smiled and said, "Because I wasn't sure before that I would end up like you guys, so I left some room for maneuver. But now I'm sure I won't go down that path, so I can naturally make friends based on my own preferences. Obviously, I don't like you guys, so my attitude won't be good either."

"Ye Cheng, don't speak so confidently!"

Jin Lulu's face was so dark it could drip water: "Yes, you've got a young boyfriend, and he's willing to pamper you. But have you thought about it? Can someone who drives a 5 Series really support you and satisfy all your desires? A bag? A watch? That's nothing! Besides, I've seen plenty of young men like this; most of them rely on their families, don't have much ability of their own, and are very cunning!"

"Yes, Chengcheng, Lulu is doing this for your own good."

Sheng Jin chimed in, "I won't beat around the bush with you. Lulu's husband had a very good impression of you at the last gathering and wants to introduce you to one of his friends. The offer is quite good, this amount for a month."

She held up three fingers and waved them: "300,000. Add in the gifts and stuff I give her, and it'll probably be close to 400,000 a month. To be honest, I'm a little envious. My husband only gives me 100,000 a month."

Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, her face expressionless, and simply gave a faint "Oh," before turning her gaze to Jin Lulu:

"Your husband's friend? Then...do I need to accompany your husband?"