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

After Lü Yang retrieved the contract and Chen Yao signed it, she readily transferred the payment. Both of them were quite satisfied with the transaction.

Lu Yang was in dire need of money. Whether it was choosing a location to open a store, purchasing a large amount of high-end jewelry, or redeeming his house from the bank, he needed a large sum of cash. Although he would earn 13,000 yuan less by selling this bag, he originally bought it from Bai Su for 115,000 yuan. So, he made a profit of 70,000 yuan from the sale. Overall, it was still a huge profit.

After the transaction was completed, Chen Yao put down the Kelly 25 in her hand, but did not leave immediately. She slowly walked behind the counter, approached Lü Yang, and a faint fragrance lingered around him. Then she sat on Lü Yang's lap and placed her hands on his waist and abdomen.

"Boss Lü has had a long day at work. Would you like your sister to help him relax and treat him to a nice meal?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yang was also a little tempted, but he wasn't made of vibranium. If he continued like this, he would really die young. So he immediately grabbed Chen Yao's fair hand and said righteously, "Sister Yao, you have to be mindful of your image at work. Wait for me to come over tonight, and we can have a meal together before we talk about business."

Seeing Lu Yang's hand gradually brush against her chest, Chen Yao first rolled her eyes, then realized what was happening. She immediately covered her mouth and chuckled, her proud curves trembling, causing the rose folds at her neckline and the silver bra chain to sway.

Seeing that Lü Yang refused, Chen Yao did not press the matter. She just smiled and teased, "Hehe, it seems that Boss Lü has really made a fortune these past two days. He's too busy to handle everything. It seems I'll have to find a way to make up for it tonight. Call me after tonight and I'll come down to pick you up, or I can drive over."

"I'll go by myself!"

Chen Yao stood up abruptly, her skirt sweeping past her knees, revealing a section of porcelain-white legs. She elegantly picked up her bag, gathered her fallen hair, and said, "Okay, you go ahead with your work. I'm going back now. Call me if you need anything."

Chen Yao glanced back at Lü Yang with a smile before swaying her serpentine waist and leaving in a flurry of high heels. Having acquired such a rare item, she was determined to show it off to her "plastic besties," otherwise her purchase would have been a waste. After Chen Yao left, Lü Yang sat in his chair, watching her alluring figure enter the elevator, before letting out a long sigh and muttering a curse under his breath.

"What a vixen!"

Lu Yang glanced at the time and realized it was already eleven o'clock. He immediately turned off the lights, pulled down the shutter, and prepared to go to the gym for a real workout. Lately, he had been either working out as a piece of gym equipment or teaching yoga, and hadn't really exercised at all. His monthly membership had been wasted, and he was determined to make up for it today.

After taking a taxi, Lü Yang went straight to the gym, changed his clothes, and started lifting weights.

He already had a foundation, and although he had neglected it for a while, once he got the hang of it, he immediately felt as if the power in his body had been awakened and began to flow into his limbs and bones.

After a while, his clothes were soaked with sweat. The thin fabric clung to his body, and even through the clothes, the outline of his broad shoulders and wasp waist could not be concealed. His abdominal lines were distinct, and when he exerted force in his arms, the muscle texture looked as if it had been carved by a knife, exuding a powerful and masculine strength.

After Lü Yang arrived, some female members continued to work out on the surface, but their eyes were already fixed on Lü Yang.

Lü Yang didn't care.

Gyms are, after all, places to show off your physique.

If these people went to his shop as customers, they could not only look at him to their heart's content, but even touch him. However, he, Lü, was not good-looking or had a good figure. He, Lü Yang, was pure and innocent, and he knew how to refuse people.

While exercising, Lü Yang smelled a perfume scent approaching him.

"Little brother Lü Yang, if you train too hard, your girlfriend will complain about how tired you are tonight. Take a break!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang saw a young woman in her twenties or thirties standing in front of him. She was wearing a light apricot-colored fitted sportswear set that hugged her voluptuous curves, with only a semi-transparent sun-protective shirt over it. Her slender waist was perfectly outlined by high-waisted yoga pants. Her figure wasn't exaggerated, but it was still quite stunning, and she exuded a mature woman's charm.

Liu Mengruo!

On the same day as Bai Su, she met Lü Yang at the gym, and some of his friends were also there.

However, like He Xin, she was too thin-skinned. If she was thick-skinned, she could eat her fill; if she was thin-skinned, she couldn't eat. Bai Su was so full that she couldn't move, while she and He Xin were still just watching.

However, from Lü Yang's perspective, the other party was not a fake socialite who relied on group-buying afternoon tea or using counterfeit products to package herself; she was a genuine full-time socialite and wealthy woman who had married into a wealthy circle.

By the time they reach their late twenties, some fake socialites can no longer stay in the industry, and those who manage to become real socialites are considered to have finally made it through the tough times.

Those that couldn't be converted either found an honest person to take over, or simply switched to a different track.

Maintaining a refined lifestyle can be a huge expense.

After Liu Mengruo arrived, Lü Yang also came to a bench and said with a smile.

"Sister Mengruo, I'm still single, where would I get a girlfriend?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengruo's eyes lit up, and she asked curiously, "Really? You look like you're quite a catch. Girls these days have such high standards. You're sweating like this, don't you even wipe it off?"

During their conversation, she bent down and reached out to wipe the sweat from Lü Yang's forehead and neck.

Lu Yang didn't dodge. Looking at the collar of the other person's neckline as she bent over, he smiled and explained, "It's mainly because I'm usually so busy that I don't have time to take care of my girlfriend. Not everyone is Sister Mengruo, so gentle and quiet. My brother-in-law is really lucky."

Stop being so cheeky!

Liu Mengruo rolled her eyes at him, and wiped Lu Yang's neck with the towel all the way down to his collarbone. As she moved further down, her fingertips lightly brushed against Lu Yang's muscular chest and abdomen through his soaked training clothes.

In an instant, Liu Mengruo also felt as if she had been electrocuted. As her slender fingers brushed against her chest and abdomen, her fingertips felt as if they had touched a piece of jade.

Liu Mengruo originally intended to tease Lü Yang since he was alone, but once her fingers touched him, she found herself reluctant to let go.

Lu Yang looked down at her and coughed lightly.

"Sister Mengruo, if you keep touching me like that, I'm really going to ask for money. Be mindful of the impact."

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengruo finally came to her senses, and a faint blush rose to her ears.

She picked up a towel, coughed lightly, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"I don't care!"

Lu Yang chuckled and said, "I'm more than happy if someone likes to watch. Sister Mengruo, please don't be shy. The main thing is that Sister Mengruo is a married woman. I'm afraid that if my brother-in-law finds out, he'll be squatting at the entrance of my shop with a kitchen knife."

It's just a touch. If it develops into a client relationship, the other party can touch his sensitive skin, even a small fairy.

Upon hearing this, Liu Mengruo was amused and rolled her eyes in a charming manner before speaking.

"If he knew, he'd be overjoyed. He might even come to our door with a banner of appreciation. The tragedy of middle-aged men—you're still young, you wouldn't understand."

Liu Mengru shook her head first before asking, "I've always heard Boss Lü say that he runs a second-hand high-end luxury store. It seems I should make time to go and take a look. I do have some bags at home that I don't use anymore. I'll take them over to have a look another day."

"Sure!"

"Sister Mengruo is coming, please let me know in advance so I can burn incense and bathe to welcome our distinguished guest."

"Smooth-talking..."

Liu Mengruo chuckled and turned to go to the gym. Lu Yang watched her leave with a smug look on his face.

He knew that with his abilities, he could easily dominate the gym, the only drawback being that the allure perfume was poisonous and affected men as well; otherwise, it would be perfect.

It wasn't until 1:30 that Lü Yang left the gym and took a taxi back to the store.

Back at the shop, he was back to his "jail" days. The first half of the afternoon was eerily quiet. The air conditioning in the shop was blasting, and Lu Yang sat behind the counter for most of the day, but he didn't see a single person come to inquire.

"Forget it, I'm not waiting anymore..."

Seeing that no one came to the door, he went to the back room, took out a barbell, and began practicing lifting it without using both hands. He hummed and cheered himself on, saying, "Little Immortal Lü, you should practice more at home. There's a tough battle tonight!"

At 3 p.m., the customer finally arrived. Lü Yang put down the barbell and went back to the front hall.

A couple entered.

The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, dressed in a casual suit and wearing an expensive watch. He was good-looking, but there was a hint of emptiness in his eyes, as if he had been drained by the allure of beauty.

As for the woman, her beauty was on a completely different level from the man's. She wore a misty gray-blue dress, and the strapless short top barely covered her full curves, revealing a section of her pale and slender waist and abdomen. Her flat stomach had not an ounce of fat, and as she walked slowly, the soft lines of her waist swayed gently, carrying an unconscious allure.

Her lower body was clad in a matching tulle skirt with a diagonal cut that left a large expanse of fair skin at the waist. The sheer tulle, as thin as a cicada's wing, was semi-transparent, subtly outlining her straight and slender legs. Her silver pointed-toe high heels made each step on the ground incredibly light.

She was holding the man's arm intimately. Lu Yang glanced at her and confirmed that they were a couple.

The man didn't look very old, about a year or two older than Lü Yang himself. He was of average appearance, so Lü Yang skipped over him. As for the woman, she was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Looking at her, Lü Yang was quite satisfied. The man wasn't good-looking, but he had good taste; he liked older women like her.

After looking him over, Lü Yang smiled and asked.

"Distinguished guests, may I ask your names? Are you here to buy a bag or to resell one?"