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

Hearing that he hadn't made a move, Ye Cheng got a little anxious and quickly added, "Besides, the bag I've got my eye on isn't that expensive, it's less than 4... Although you usually dress quite simply, you've been giving gifts to female streamers and saying you want to support me, so you must have some financial means, right?"

Jiang Ye glanced down at the Snowflake down jacket he was wearing, which he had only worn for one winter, and couldn't help but twitch his lips:

"What kind of phone is worth 4 yuan? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Mate 80 Pro! That's so expensive! I'll send you the link!"

Jiang Ye clicked on the link and was immediately overjoyed!

The product page clearly states the price: 7979 yuan! That's almost 8,000 yuan!

If Ye Cheng really gives him this phone, then he can get an 80000 yuan cashback!

Even if she buys a 40,000 yuan bag, she can still make a net profit of 40,000 yuan, plus a wave of goodwill from the girls and a brand new mobile phone for free!

This deal is a sure-fire way to make a killing!

However, even so, the prestige of being a "sugar daddy" cannot be lost.

If I agree too quickly and get labeled a "simp" by this woman, then I'll be in big trouble.

"Ye Cheng, you're so shrewd! You took the 8,000 yuan I just transferred to you to buy me a phone, and now you want to rip me off with a 40,000 yuan bag? You can't keep treating your buddy like a sucker, can you?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng was initially delighted—Jiang Ye hadn't directly refused.

But then a wave of guilt washed over her; she had indeed been getting things for free, even the money for her socks had been paid for by someone else.

She stammered for a moment, then suddenly hung up the phone.

"Feed? Hey!"

Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat as he listened to the busy tone on the phone.

Oh no, did I hurt this girl's pride and make her shut down? Surely not?

Before the thought could even finish, her phone vibrated again, and Ye Cheng sent her a video call invitation.

Jiang Ye was a little surprised, but answered the call casually.

"Please, please, Wild Brother~"

In the video, Ye Cheng's ingratiating smile fills the entire screen as she bows and clasps her hands in a gesture of respect towards the camera.

"Although the prices are different, the meanings are different too! That eight thousand yuan is all I have now! I've gone bankrupt! But that forty thousand yuan is just a drop in the ocean for you! I gave you everything I have, isn't that enough sincerity?"

This book was first published on 2020s.com, providing you with a reading experience free of errors and disordered chapters.

Jiang Ye looked at the cartoon bed curtains hanging behind Ye Cheng in the video and raised an eyebrow: "Are you in the dorm?"

Ye Cheng paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yeah, it's the weekend, so I don't work part-time."

Her smile faded slightly, a hint of helplessness and embarrassment flashing across her face, and she sighed softly.

"Actually... here's what happened. One of my roommates is having her birthday the day after tomorrow and she's insisting on throwing a huge party, inviting a lot of people out. Among the invitees are two of my arch-enemies, you probably saw them outside the bar before. They... they all know I have a boyfriend, but I can't even afford a decent bag..."

Jiang Ye snorted: "Who's your boyfriend? I don't know anything about him."

"It's you! Jiang Ye! Who else could it be?"

Ye Cheng gave him a playful glare, then quickly lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and as if she had made a great decision, softly hummed:

"Honey...please help me!"

Jiang Ye was caught off guard by the word "husband" and shivered violently.

Well...

It's Yao Yao, a sweet girl, who's more suited to this kind of coquettishness. Ye Cheng, who's usually quick-witted and always ready to argue, suddenly adopting a high-pitched voice always feels a bit off.

He rubbed his teeth together: "Since you're calling me 'husband,' then... show some sincerity. Move the camera down a bit."

Ye Cheng was taken aback, not quite understanding: "What?"

Although puzzled, she subconsciously moved the phone camera down, changing the image from a face to legs wearing brown pajama pants.

Jiang Ye glanced at it, then curled her lip in disgust: "Tsk, video chatting with your husband in bed, why are you still wearing pants? No sincerity at all! I'm hanging up!"

Ye Cheng clenched her teeth instantly, and even through the screen, Jiang Ye could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from her.

"Jiang! Ye! Just tell me, will you help me or not?! You promised to take care of me! I've been honestly and innocently waiting for you to fulfill your promise! I just want a small gift in advance to tide me over, is that too much to ask?!"

Jiang Ye felt the time was right, so he waved his hand impatiently and sighed, "Fine, fine, I must have owed you something in my past life. That's settled then!"

Ye Cheng's face instantly lit up with a bright smile. Sitting on the bed, she excitedly exclaimed "Yay!" and quickly finalized the details:

"Tomorrow is Sunday, let's meet at 10 AM directly in front of the K11 shopping mall! I know there are a few stores there!"

He nodded, looking reluctant, "Okay, okay, I got it. I'm hanging up, this is so annoying."

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Jiang Ye was about to hang up when he was startled. He saw Ye Cheng's face quickly move closer to the camera in the video, and she quickly pouted and made a loud "Mua!" sound at the screen. Then her whole face turned red in the naked eye, and she quickly hung up the video the next second.

Jiang Ye stared at the screen that went black for a couple of seconds, then stroked his chin and happily put his phone away.

"This girl... she's actually pretty exciting when she does this occasionally."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

After arriving home, Jiang Ye splurged on a deluxe barbecue takeout, enjoying ice-cold beer and skewers while leisurely scrolling through WeChat.

The messages Yao Yao sent were still not very informative, consisting mostly of daily greetings and anecdotes from her live stream. He deliberately didn't reply to her suggestion of "meeting after two months of protection," and she seemed too afraid to ask any further questions.

He thought for a moment, then opened Douyin and entered the live stream of "Wen Yu's Girlfriend".