After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye shook his head.

Bai Jie is not a system target.

Last time in the VIP room, she knelt on the carpet, hugged his legs, and cried until her makeup was ruined, and the McDonald's system didn't say a word.

Lin Ye leaned against the dark gray will-o'-the-wisp, crossed his legs, and wiggled his canvas shoes a couple of times.

He looked at Bai Jie's flawless face in the sunlight and recalled the thought that had just popped into his mind: if he could get this woman under his wing, she would definitely be a great asset in negotiating business deals in the future.

But now he has changed his mind.

Bai Jie was useless to him.

It's not that I lack the ability, it's that the system doesn't recognize it.

It's pointless to take in a woman who even McDonald's doesn't want.

Yellow Hair peeked out from behind Lin Ye, his honey-brown twin ponytails cascading down and brushing against his shoulders.

She pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and said something in a genuinely confused tone that silenced the entire area under the bridge pier.

"What a piece of trash who rose to power by selling himself!"

She laughed first after she finished speaking.

He laughed so hard he kept wiping away tears.

Her honey-brown twin ponytails swung forward as she bent over. She held her stomach with one hand and held onto Lin Ye's ghost train handle with the other to keep from squatting down.

The man with the tattooed arm next to him had a cigarette in his mouth, and his tongue pin flashed between his lips.

She didn't laugh as exaggeratedly as the blond guy; she just clutched her stomach and groaned.

The koi fish on her tattooed arm trembled as she suppressed a laugh, and she didn't even bother to wipe the cigarette ash that fell onto her canvas shoes.

"You, blondie, that's too harsh. He's a top salesman, and you just dismissed his three years of performance with a 'what the hell'."

"I'm telling the truth!! What's so great about a top salesperson who gets orders by sucking up to clients!"

The woman with the flower-patterned leg leaned against the bridge pier, her rose tattoo gleaming red in the sunlight.

"The key point is that she still wants to use her honey trap. She tried it in the VIP room last time, and it didn't work, so she's trying it again today. Using the same trick on me twice, does she think I have a bad memory?"

Green Hair and Pink Hair squatted next to the old tire, their ear loops on their heads rubbed together.

Green-haired guy holding half a bag of potato chips, pink-haired guy holding an iced cola, both of them shouted at the same time.

"My brother has an amazing memory! He even remembers the last time I secretly ate his potato chips!"

Qi Liuhai sat on the fire-shaped footrest, holding Wangcai in his arms. Wangcai poked its head out of the cat carrier, one ear standing up.

She rarely spoke up on her own initiative, and her voice was soft.

"Bai Jie is indeed beautiful. But there are too many beautiful women around me. She doesn't stand out."

Bai Jie was still standing under the bridge pier.

White high heels clicked on the concrete floor, and the hem of her white office lady suit swayed gently in the breeze.

She was carrying that designer handbag, her chestnut-colored wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, and the watery glint in her peach blossom eyes hadn't completely faded.

She watched Lin Ye lean against the will-o'-the-wisp with his legs crossed, then watched Huang Mao laugh and wipe away tears, watched Hua Bi with a cigarette in his mouth and groaning while clutching his stomach, and watched Hua Tui say the harshest words in the calmest tone.

Her lips moved slightly.

Then she took a deep breath, tucked her designer bag into her arms, turned around, and walked away in her high heels.

The heels struck the concrete floor with a crisp, even sound, the rhythm half a beat faster than when they arrived.

She stepped out of the shadows under the bridge pier and into the midday sun.

The white suit jacket gleamed in the sunlight, and chestnut-colored wavy hair swayed gently behind her.

She walked to the pink BMW MINI parked by the dirt road, opened the door, and got in.

The engine started, and the MINI's tires crunched over a few dead leaves on the dirt road before turning a corner and disappearing behind the poplar grove.

Yellow Hair watched the pink MINI disappear at the end of the poplar grove, then put the lollipop back into his mouth.

She turned to look at Lin Ye, her deep brown eyes filled with a triumphant light.

"Brother, she's gone. Will she come back?"

Lin Ye took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked the ash onto the ghost train handle.

"No. She's a smart woman; she knows when to back down."

The tattooed man lowered his hand from his stomach and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

Her hand holding the lighter was still trembling slightly, but she was smiling.

She tried three times before she finally lit her cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"To be honest, I really admire her. She could still keep smiling even after being insulted like that by that blond guy, and she could still walk so steadily in high heels even after being told she was 'useless' to her face by my brother. Her mental fortitude is definitely stronger than mine."

"But my brother said she's useless. If my brother says she's useless, then she's useless. No matter what kind of top salesperson she is, no matter what kind of seduction she uses, it won't work on my brother."

Hua Tui straightened up from the bridge pier, walked to Lin Ye's side, picked up the mineral water bottle he had placed on the Ghost Fire Instrument dial, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

After she finished drinking, she put the water bottle back and summarized it in an extremely objective tone.

"Last time, I called her a slut in the VIP room, and she still came today. That means she doesn't care what I said to her at all. What she cares about is what I can give her—orders, sales, connections, or something else. We can't use this kind of person. Because she's always calculating, and she'll never be as devoted to me as we are."

The blond guy jumped over from beside the will-o'-the-wisp, grabbed the flowery-legged guy's shoulder, and his honey-brown ponytail brushed against the flowery-legged guy's earlobe.

"Flower Leg, why are you talking so cultured today! You just spoke like a philosopher!"

"I'm naturally cultured. I just don't like to talk about it usually."

"Then you should talk more next time! If anyone comes to block the door again, I and the tattooed man will be in charge of yelling at them, and you'll be in charge of reasoning with them!"

Lin Ye stubbed out his cigarette in the portable ashtray attached to the side of the Ghost Fire Instrument dial.

He stepped onto the will-o'-the-wisp, turned the key, and the dark gray dial of the will-o'-the-wisp lit up, while the golden wheel hub lights formed a complete halo under the bridge pier.

"Let's go. Back to driving practice."

The blond-haired man immediately loosened his legs and climbed onto her pink ghost fire bike.

Her honey-brown twin ponytails swung twice in the sunlight, her thumb resting on the accelerator button, and she returned to her fully drawn bow state.

"Brother! Will that Li Bin come and block the door again?"

"If he comes again, he's giving him a hard time. If he dares to bring people next time, just twist the accelerator and ram him. His loafers can't outrun your stunt bike anyway."

"Yes, sir!"

Tattooed arms straddle the black ghost fire, tattooed legs straddle the wine-red ghost fire, green-haired and pink-haired people twist the throttle at the same time, bangs wrapped Wangcai's cat on the footrest and placed it, Shen Qing and Shen Na followed side by side at the very back.

Nine ghost-fire-themed car wheel hub lights illuminated in sequence under the bridge piers in dark gray, pink, black, wine red, fluorescent green, peach pink, and two white cars.

Ash peeked out from behind the glowing purple will-o'-the-wisp and shouted at Lin Ye.

"Bro! Give me three more days! I promise I'll make this car look newer than a brand new one!"

Lin Ye waved his hand without turning his head.

Nine ghost cars filed out of the shadows under the bridge pier and turned onto the dirt road. The wheel hub lights were not very conspicuous in the midday sun, but the cheesy, upbeat songs blasting from the Bluetooth speakers still made the poplar leaves on the roadside rustle.

The blond-haired girl rode on a pink will-o'-the-wisp, her honey-brown twin tails fluttering in the wind.

She turned her head to look at Lin Ye, who was driving alongside her, and suddenly laughed.

"Brother! Do you think Bai Jie cried on her drive home just now?"

"She won't cry. The kind of person she is would just take off her high heels and rub her feet when no one's around."

"How did you know!"

"Just a guess."