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

For the next two days, Jiang Ye temporarily shifted his focus from "flirting with girls for cashback" to "studying and further his studies".

To complete his monthly task as a "cross-disciplinary etiquette consultant," he transformed into a diligent student, immersing himself in the knowledge ocean of the cosplay and anime dance circles.

The reason Jiang Ye chose these two circles was not because he had any ulterior motives (perhaps a little bit), but mainly because of practical feasibility.

Given his current situation, the only offline activities he can access relatively easily and at low cost are various comic conventions.

High-end circles like wine tasting and antique collecting have too high a barrier to entry and are not currently within his scope of activities.

As his "learning" deepened, his Douyin (TikTok) content completely changed.

The algorithm ruthlessly captured his new interests, and the homepage was quickly overrun by a flood of borderline cosplay, otaku dance streamers, and various "welfare girls" from the previous mix of "repairing ox hooves," "wilderness building," "knife forging competition," and "voice chat room."

Every time you open Douyin (TikTok), you're bombarded with images of sexy cosplay outfits, long legs encased in stockings and short skirts, white stockings, black stockings, fishnets...

The visual impact was extremely strong. I found the learning materials, but my focus on studying was severely tested.

"This knowledge...it doesn't get into my brain!"

Jiang Ye often gets distracted while watching, and has to force himself to quit Douyin and open League of Legends to vent his restless energy in the game.

He turned a perfectly good MOBA game into a dance game – the keyboard was clattering away, and his teammates' rosters kept rising and falling in the chat box.

Time flies, and it's already December 14th, Hug Day.

Jiang Ye strolled over to the parcel lockers at the Hanting Hotel next door, bending down to rummage through this week's "tribute" while grumbling into the phone:

"I'm speechless, Ye Cheng! I already told you today is Hug Day, what a wonderful meaning! Let's have dinner together, the atmosphere is perfect, then you can take this off and hand it to me in front of me, that would be so romantic, wouldn't it be better? Why do you have to go through all that trouble to run errands? You have absolutely no romantic sense!"

"You want me to strip in front of you? Tsk tsk... Too bad, I have plans with my girlfriends tonight~"

On the other end of the phone, Ye Cheng snorted lightly, her tone tinged with schadenfreude: "Besides, my period is here, so don't get your hopes up, Ono-kun."

Jiang Ye immediately raised an eyebrow, his tone instantly shifting from complaining to disdain: "Oh. Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up, I'm busy."

Ye Cheng: "..."

She was so angry at his lightning-fast change of attitude that she stomped her feet: "Damn it! Jiang Ye! I'm speechless! Your change of attitude is faster than flipping through a book! I can't come, but my 'offering' has arrived! What about my allowance for next week?! Hurry up!"

Jiang Ye pursed his lips and pulled out the familiar little package from the delivery box.

He opened it and glanced inside. Inside was a pair of thick pantyhose of good quality, the same one he had sent Ye Cheng via a link before.

Almost simultaneously, a new system notification popped up in the consciousness space:

[Received a gift from Ye Cheng: a pair of high-end, thick pantyhose, system-assessed value: 3200 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, received 32000 yuan!]

Jiang Ye nodded in satisfaction and said cheerfully into the phone, "What's the rush? You'll get your share."

As he spoke, he operated his phone and directly transferred 12000 yuan to Ye Cheng's WeChat account.

"Um......?"

Ye Cheng received the transfer notification and was visibly taken aback: "It went up again?"

"Isn't it good that prices have gone up?"

Jiang Ye smiled, put the package into his down jacket pocket, and casually said, "You're on a special condition this week, so I'll give you some extra pocket money. Buy some red dates, brown sugar, donkey-hide gelatin cakes or something, and make sure you nourish yourself properly."

Hearing this, Ye Cheng felt a sweet warmth in her heart and softly hummed in agreement.

She held her phone, hesitated for a moment, and lowered her voice slightly: "Jiang Ye, um... Christmas Eve... are you free tonight?"

"What, you want to ask me out?" Jiang Ye replied casually as he walked home.

"Um......"

Ye Cheng replied, "Our dorm is having a party, and everyone's supposed to bring their boyfriends... Can you come?"

Jiang Ye immediately perked up: "Oh, a dorm get-together? I haven't had one in ages! Sure, let's go!"

Ye Cheng was delighted to hear him agree so readily, but then she stammered:

"Well... how about I get you some clothes? Um... I know you don't care much about clothes, as long as you're comfortable. But... that night... the occasion might have been a little... I mean..."

Jiang Ye's eyebrows immediately rose.

He certainly understood Ye Cheng's subtext.

In these dorm room gatherings with a strong element of competition, everyone brings their boyfriends, and anyone dressed too shabbily will definitely become just another face in the crowd.

He himself didn't care much. At most, people would just look down on him in their hearts, but no one would actually be stupid enough to openly criticize him. However, when Ye Cheng went back, she would inevitably be compared to other girls, both openly and secretly, which would definitely make her look bad.

but......

Jiang Ye's attention had long since shifted away from the question of "whether it would be embarrassing."

His deeply ingrained "cashback" mentality kicked in instantly, propelling him directly to the fifth level!

He feigned composure and said in a nonchalant tone, "Sure, whatever you want. I don't care what you wear."

Ye Cheng visibly relaxed, her tone becoming lighter: "Don't worry! I have excellent taste! I'll definitely make you look handsome..."

Before she could finish speaking, her phone suddenly beeped twice with WeChat notifications.

She clicked on it and saw two transfers: one for 50,000 and the other for 50,000, totaling a full 100,000!

Ye Cheng's voice trailed off, and she exclaimed in astonishment, "Jiang... Jiang Ye? Why did you transfer another 100,000 to me?!"

Hearing her shocked tone, Jiang Ye grinned and said, "It's nothing. It's just a Christmas Eve party. You need to buy yourself some clothes and shoes, right? I was worried you wouldn't have enough, so I gave you extra pocket money."

This was Jiang Ye's fifth layer of planning.

If Ye Cheng uses 10,000 or 20,000 of this 100,000 yuan to buy him clothes, he will make a profit without any risk.

If Ye Cheng suddenly felt like it and spent fifty or sixty thousand to package him, that would be a huge profit.

What if Ye Cheng had a sudden change of heart and spent all 100,000 yuan on him...

Well, Ye Cheng, you're going to suffer a lot on Christmas Eve!

Ye Cheng on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned by this sudden and unusually large sum of "pocket money".

She stood there stunned for a long time before subconsciously clicking "Receive Payment." Her mind was a complete mess, and she could only stammer, "Oh...oh...okay...I understand..."

Then, as if afraid that Jiang Ye would change his mind, he quickly hung up the phone.

In the past, her small-scale ventures of a few thousand or tens of thousands of yuan were far from her goal of "one million," so she didn't feel a real sense of accomplishment.

But then this 100,000 yuan in real money suddenly came crashing down on us...

For the first time, Ye Cheng felt with absolute clarity that she seemed... really not far from being completely devoured by this big pervert.

She held the scalding phone, her heart pounding inexplicably, and two blushes rose on her face—she couldn't tell if it was panic, anticipation, or something else entirely.