Fake socialites sell me fake luxury, but I can make the fake look real.

Just as Lü Yang was pondering the positioning of his two stores, the sound of high heels came from the doorway again.

Upon hearing the voice, Lü Yang's expression shifted, and he looked up. The person who came was Song Ya. She had dressed up specially before coming to see Lü Yang, wearing a light ice-blue halter-neck tight-fitting bodycon mini dress. The smooth and elastic satin material had a delicate sheen under the light. The low-cut neckline clung tightly to her chest, perfectly outlining her full and amazing bust. The halter-neck straps exposed her delicate shoulders and neck and slender collarbones. The dress was extremely fitted at the waist, clinging to her waist and hip curves, and barely covering her buttocks.

This light and soft blue tone perfectly eliminates the gaudiness that might result from large areas of exposed skin, instead perfectly matching her gentle temperament as a refined and elegant lady, giving her a sweet and graceful feel.

She had long, curly, milk tea-brown hair, with a loose, side-swept fringe that gently fell to one side, covering half of her eye. Most of her hair was gathered in front of her, forming a loose, wavy side ponytail. The curls were soft and fluffy, and a few stray hairs clung to her fair cheeks, framing her face.

On her feet were a pair of light blue stilettos in the same color scheme. The minimalist low-cut single strap perfectly hugged her fair instep, and the slender 10-centimeter heels made her jade-like legs appear even longer. The satin sheen echoed the fabric of her dress, and the small, rounded toe of the shoes was simple and elegant, without any complicated decorations. This perfectly matched her understated and refined aesthetic as a noblewoman. Her slender ankles were nestled inside the shoes, and her figure swayed gracefully as she walked. The sweet light blue shoes balanced the sexiness of the tight dress, making her look delicate but not gaudy.

Upon seeing Song Ya arrive, Lü Yang immediately went to greet her from behind the counter.

"Brother Lü Yang..."

Looking at Lü Yang, Song Ya's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia and shyness, and she felt her body go weak.

"Sister Song Ya, why didn't you send me a WeChat message before you came? I could have picked you up at the entrance!"

Lu Yang chuckled and walked up to her.

Before Song Ya could even speak, Lü Yang unceremoniously stretched out his strong arms, wrapped them around her slender waist, and lifted Song Ya up into the air!

"what!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Song Ya let out a soft cry, and her long, beautiful legs, clad in light blue high heels, swayed helplessly in mid-air.

"Lü Yang, what are you doing!"

Song Ya gave a reproachful look, her hands instinctively resting on Lü Yang's broad chest. Her gentle, fair face flushed red with embarrassment, and her voice was so soft it seemed to drip water.

"Put me down quickly..."

Seeing her shy appearance, Lü Yang chuckled and gently put her down, but his hands still held her slender waist.

"Sister Song Ya has come all this way, so I definitely have to treat her well."

As he spoke, Lü Yang let go of his hand and walked straight to the shop entrance. He skillfully hung a wooden sign that he had prepared beforehand on the glass outside the door.

The store manager is out collecting bags; we will be open for business shortly!

Then, with a whoosh, the roller shutter was pulled down most of the way, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

Finally, with a crisp click of the lock, the store once again became a secluded and private space.

After finishing his work, Lü Yang took Song Ya's small hand, which was adorned with an expensive watch, and led her to sit down on the sofa in the reception area.

Then, he sat down next to Song Ya's plump and soft body, holding a cup of fragrant hand-drip coffee.

"Sister Song Ya, have some coffee."

Lu Yang handed over the cup, then leaned back on the sofa, deliberately feigning a great injustice, and let out a long sigh.

"Sister Song Ya, you have to make it up to me today."

"What's wrong?"

Song Ya held a cup of coffee, her long, curly, milk-brown hair falling over her shoulders, and blinked with a hint of confusion.

"It's all because of that good friend Meng Jiao you introduced!"

Lu Yang frowned slightly, his tone full of anger: "She has such a domineering temper. Not only is she sharp-tongued, but she also takes advantage of being your best friend to boss me around in the store and even tries to take advantage of me. I'm completely devoted to you, Sister Song Ya. I've suffered a great injustice to protect my innocence. You have to make amends to my wounded heart."

Upon hearing this scheming remark, Song Ya spat lightly in annoyance.

"Pooh!"

Although she was gentle, she wasn't stupid. She knew Meng Jiao's personality too well. She knew that Meng Jiao would definitely try to take advantage of Lü Yang. But she also knew Lü Yang's abilities. If the two of them really had a relationship, it was hard to say who would suffer.

In the end, the only one who really lost out was actually himself!

Upon realizing this, a hint of jealousy flashed in Song Ya's eyes, a feeling she herself didn't even notice.

While she was lost in thought, Lu Yang's restless hand had already silently climbed up her plump, rounded thigh along the smooth, icy blue satin.

"Don't do anything bad."

Song Ya trembled and grabbed Lü Yang's hand. She glared at Lü Yang reproachfully with her watery eyes and said coquettishly with a blush on her face.

"Stop messing around, I'm here to fix things."

"Oh?"

Lu Yang grasped her soft hand in his other hand and gently squeezed it, his smile growing increasingly wicked.

"What happens after the incident?"

"Pah! Never serious!"

Song Ya felt weak all over under his naked gaze. She quickly took a deep breath to suppress the pounding in her heart and carefully took out a dust bag from her Hermès Birkin bag.

"Take a look at this bag first. How much can you offer?"

She had already guessed that Lü Yang would cause trouble, which was why she brought a bag with her.

Upon seeing the dust bag being taken out, Lü Yang immediately got to work.

He took the dust bag and opened it.

Inside is a Hermès Constance Mini 19, made of classic Epsom leather, in the most classic black and gold color scheme, which is also the most sought-after color scheme among the same bag.

Lu Yang placed the bag on the appraisal table and decisively issued instructions in his mind.

"system!"

"Give me an appraisal."

【Ding dong! 】

[System scanning and identification in progress...]

[Target item: Hermès Constance Mini 19, Epsom leather, black and gold color scheme]

[Authentication result: Authentic bag!]

[Problem Analysis: The iconic gold "H" clasp on the front shows severe oxidation and multiple obvious scratches. The Epsom leather is relatively stiff, and due to improper use, there is significant wear and peeling at the four corners of the bottom of the bag. The edge of the shoulder strap has multiple cracks. There are minor cosmetic stains inside the bag, and the sides of the bag show irreversible deformation due to compression. All accessories are missing.]

[Official retail price: ¥405,000 (excluding bag)]

[Secondhand market value: ¥170,000!]

Should we renovate it immediately?