The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

The next day, it was broad daylight.

As expected, Xiang Yuchuan acted swiftly and decisively, sending his lawyer over with the relevant documents early in the morning.

The transfer of ownership was completed quickly. Thanks to the efficient operation of professionals, the legal ownership of the valuable apartment in Luxelakes International was quickly changed from "Xiang Yuchuan" to "Shen Yao".

After signing the papers, Xiang Yuchuan waved for the lawyer to leave, then lazily leaned back on the sofa and said to Shen Yao, who was sitting opposite him, still somewhat dazed as she held the newly issued property certificate:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the car, and while we're at it, we'll go to the apartment to see what we're missing and have someone buy it for us."

His tone returned to its usual casualness, as if the panic and caution he displayed last night were merely Shen Yao's illusion.

Shen Yao raised her eyes and carefully examined him.

After a night, the young master seemed to have reverted to his carefree playboy ways. The bruises under his eyes indicated that he might not have slept well, but the languid confidence and ease that belonged to a chosen one of heaven had returned to his demeanor.

When he speaks, the corners of his mouth can even carry a touch of the cloying sweetness he usually uses when coaxing women.

Oh, they've recovered.

That's true. For someone like him, giving away a house or a car is probably the same as giving an ordinary person a bouquet of flowers or a fancy meal. It might not even be as valuable as the pile of wine he drank last night.

After a brief period of guilt and panic, the confidence he gained from familiar money and status quickly regained its edge.

He drove her to a private garage where more than a dozen luxury cars of various colors were parked.

He pointed to the white Porsche Panamera: "This one, it's full of gas, all the paperwork is done, you can drive it right away."

Shen Yao looked at the sleek, gleaming luxury car in front of her, and then thought of the heavy property certificate in her bag.

These things, which she once had to look up to and even dared not imagine, have now fallen into her hands so easily.

Logically speaking, she should be overjoyed and full of pride.

But seeing Xiang Yuchuan's relaxed demeanor, as if "this is nothing to worry about," a strong sense of imbalance quietly grew from the bottom of her heart like a poisonous vine, entwining her soul.

On what grounds?

Why is it that someone like him is born with everything? A powerful family background, inexhaustible wealth—that's one thing, but even his appearance is so good?

Even if he is ignorant and idle all day, he can still stand at the top of society and enjoy resources and a lifestyle that countless people cannot obtain even after several lifetimes of hard work.

Shen Yao, on the other hand, had to exert all her strength, scheme and plot, and even use herself as a bargaining chip, just to barely get a share of the scraps that slipped through his fingers.

And yet, they almost lost everything because of someone's casual "just playing around".

Why is it so difficult for poor people to climb the social ladder and achieve great success overnight?

Her fingers tightened slightly around the car keys, the cold metal digging into her palm. She sighed deeply and silently. That sigh contained an understanding of her situation and resentment at the injustice of fate.

It's okay.

Since the world is unfair, she will use her own methods to seize and take.

Xiang Yuchuan, everything you have, I will make it all mine, little by little.

She looked up, her face now bearing a slightly uneasy smile, as if she were somewhat taken aback by this unexpected and generous gift.

"This is too precious, Yuchuan, I really..."

"Take it if I give it to you," Xiang Yuchuan interrupted her, seemingly quite pleased with her "flattered" expression. He put his arm around her waist, his tone both intimate and domineering. "What's mine is yours. Let's go, let's go to the apartment and I'll pick out a decorating style you like."

He took her hand naturally, as if the rift from last night had never existed.

The apartments at Luxelakes International aren't particularly spacious, but they have an ingenious layout and excellent views. Sunlight streams in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire space bright and airy.

Shen Yao looked it over inside and out and was satisfied.

For her, this was an independent space she had never dared to dream of before, not to mention the significance it represented.

Xiang Yuchuan followed behind her with his hands in his pockets, speaking casually:

"I only come to this place a few times a year, so it's just sitting empty. It's close to the school, so it's convenient for you to stay here."

He picked up several interior design brochures that he had prepared beforehand from the coffee table and handed them to her. "Take a look and see which style you like. Decide as soon as possible, and I'll get the work started. Once it's finished, don't stay in the dormitory and squeeze in with other people; it's too noisy."

This time, Shen Yao neither declined nor showed excessive joy.

She calmly took the booklet, sat on the sofa, and carefully flipped through it page by page.

Ultimately, she chose a modern minimalist style scheme with light gray and off-white as the main colors, simple lines, and an emphasis on functionality.

"Let's take this one. It's simple, elegant, and looks comfortable." She pointed to the chosen design and said calmly.

Xiang Yuchuan glanced at it and nodded: "Okay, as long as you like it." He didn't care much about the decorating style, as long as Shen Yao was satisfied.

After leaving the apartment and getting back into her car, Shen Yao watched the bustling street scene rushing past the window. The sense of imbalance caused by the class difference in her heart had gradually subsided and transformed into more practical plans.

Now that you've got your ticket, you should make yourself worthy of that position as soon as possible.

After returning to school, she made an appointment with a top hair salon in Shanghai as usual for a comprehensive hair treatment.

She used to wash her hair with the cheapest soap. Although her hair was naturally thick and black, it was inevitably frizzy and dry due to malnutrition.

Now that she has the means, she will never skimp on things that affect the overall quality.

Lying on the comfortable hair care chair, feeling the expensive hair mask nourishing every strand of hair, she took out her phone, not to browse social media, but to open news apps and online courses on finance, current affairs, and even some niche art, absorbing knowledge as quickly as possible.

A beautiful woman may look stunning from afar, but if she has withered hair or an empty mouth up close, her value will immediately plummet.

The keys to the white Porsche lay quietly in her bag, but she couldn't use them for the time being.

She immediately checked driving school registration information, but unfortunately found that her schedule was packed with mid-term courses and part-time jobs, making it impossible to find large blocks of time to learn to drive.

We'll just have to wait until the holidays.

Fortunately, winter break isn't too far away.

With her long, smooth, and shiny hair pulled back, Shen Yao walked out of the salon.