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

Upon hearing this, Song Ya came out from the inner room with a hint of shyness still on her face. Her dignified temperament was enhanced by Lü Yang's styling, giving her a touch of charm.

She walked up to Lü Yang, looked at him first, then glanced at the direction Cheng Xiao had left through the door, her tone tinged with resentment.

"Brother Lü Yang, you have quite a few female customers in your shop."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang finished packing the contract and noticed a hint of dissatisfaction in the other party's tone. He immediately smiled and asked.

"Is Sister Song Ya jealous?"

In an instant, Song Ya glared at him gently, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who's jealous?"

She spoke with disdain, but her eyes darted around: "What right do I have to be jealous? I'm a married woman."

At this point, there was a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Sister Song Ya, if you love someone, you have the right to be jealous!"

Lu Yang looked at Song Ya, his tone slightly teasing, and said, "Sister Song Ya, you're not using me as exercise equipment, are you?"

Song Ya's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hurriedly spoke.

"I'm not that kind of person."

Lu Yang looked at her with a wicked smile. Song Ya felt flustered by his gaze and lightly punched his chest with her hand.

"Sister Song Ya, don't worry about it too much!"

"I'm single, and Sister Song Ya is single too. What's wrong with that?"

He grasped Song Ya's wrist, his fingertips gently brushing against her delicate skin: "Besides, even if Sister Song Ya is really jealous, I have a way to coax her back. This trick always works."

"It always works, what method?"

Lu Yang didn't reply. He simply picked up Song Ya and felt the power coming from the iron clamps. Song Ya finally understood, but she didn't object. She thought this move was indeed good. If Zhao Gang had this ability, she wouldn't have bothered with him.

It's still a matter of insufficient strength!

Half a day later, Song Ya leaned against the sofa, her resentful expression completely gone.

Lu Yang sat down next to him and poured him a glass of warm water.

"Sister Song Ya, have some water to soothe your throat."

Song Ya took it, her fingers still feeling a bit weak. She drank a couple of sips of water before she felt a little better.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Lü Yang looked at her and teased, "Sister Song Ya, are you still jealous? If you are, I have some family secret recipes."

Song Ya shook her head, her eyes filled with love. She finally realized that even if she was truly single, she had no right to possess Lü Yang.

The only human-like feature of the other party was their harmless appearance; beneath that exterior lay a tyrannical dragon.

When Lü Yang comforted her, she fainted from crying once. If she were to actually be with him, she would truly suffer!

Seeing this, Lü Yang finally understood that not everyone is Bai Su.

Song Ya is a typical example of someone who is bad at fighting but addicted to it. In terms of combat strength, she is only on par with Chen Yao.

Lu Yang glanced at the time and casually asked, "Sister Song Ya, it's getting late. Would you like to stay the night?"

"I'll be angry anyway when I get back, so I might as well stay!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ya, who was holding a water glass, thought for a moment before shaking her head and saying.

"no……"

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness: "Since I got married, I've never stayed out overnight. If I don't go back, he'll definitely find out."

However, this is only one reason. The second reason is that Song Ya herself is somewhat traditional, and she would feel ashamed if others found out. As for the third aspect, it is even more inconvenient to say, but it is actually the most important one.

Upon hearing this, noticing the conflicted look on Song Ya's face, Lü Yang also spoke up.

"Alright, if Sister Song Ya wants to leave, I won't force her."

"But if I miss Sister Song Ya, will you still come over?"

Anyway, he was going to Cheng Xiao's house for dinner after get off work, so it was a good thing that Song Ya didn't stay.

"Yes..."

"Brother Lü Yang, you're not going to kick me out, are you?"

"Sister Song Ya is joking. I would be delighted if you came."

After chatting for a while, Song Ya seemed to remember the important matter and lightly patted her forehead.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. I'm here to cover for someone who made a mistake."

Seeing that she was slow to realize what was going on, Lü Yang teased, "Sister Song Ya, you actually remembered that you came here to cause trouble?"

At first, Song Ya was a little embarrassed, but when she saw that Lü Yang still dared to tease her, her face immediately turned red again. She quickly took the dust bag she had brought and put the bag on the table.

Lu Yang examined it and saw that it was a medium-sized Chanel CF crocodile leather black and gold watch.

The black crocodile leather has a subtle yet luxurious sheen under the light. The gold hardware is well-preserved, and the chain and clasp still have a strong sense of quality. Unlike the other bag that had problems before, this bag is in relatively new condition overall. Although there are some minor signs of use on the corners and lining, they do not affect its resale value.

This style of bag, sold unbranded in department stores, costs between 250,000 and 350,000 yuan, without the need for additional purchases. On the secondhand market, it ranges from 150,000 to 220,000 yuan depending on its condition.

As for the system, it is recommended that Lü Yang purchase it for 100,000.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the bag and inspected it before saying, "Sister Song Ya, this bag is in good condition overall, and the quality is better than the one I brought last time."

Song Ya nodded and immediately asked.

"How much can you produce?"

After thinking for a moment, Lü Yang said, "Normally it's around 100,000, but today is an auspicious day, so how about 110,000?"

Since they're all on the same side now, Lü Yang didn't want to put too much pressure on them. Anyway, with some refurbishment, this bag could easily be sold for 150,000 or 160,000, or even 200,000.

When Song Ya heard that it was 110,000, she agreed.

"Okay, whatever you say is fine. I trust my precious little brother."

For a moment, Lü Yang felt even more embarrassed, and with a smile, he pushed the contract over, saying, "Sister Song Ya trusts me too much; I'm under a lot of pressure!"

Song Ya picked up the pen to sign, then looked up at him and said, "When you took advantage of me, you didn't seem to feel any pressure."

"There is pressure, but it's not on me."

After the other party signed the document, Lü Yang immediately transferred 110,000 yuan to Song Ya.

After the transaction was completed, Song Ya looked somewhat embarrassed and fidgeted.

"Lü Yang, I have some things to take care of at home, I'd like to go back first..."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Lü Yang went straight to see her off. Before leaving, Lü Yang wanted to get a trophy as a token of their love, and he would take the silk scarf when Song Ya came.

Watching the other person get off the elevator, Lü Yang shook his head. Having seen so many fake socialites, he found it quite amusing to tease a gentle and dignified young woman like Song Ya, who was also at a loss for words.

He glanced at the time; it was only 4:30, still a long way from the end of the workday.

If another big customer came in during the next half hour, he would suffer a huge loss. He didn't rush to close the store. He first entered the Chanel CF crocodile black and gold bag that Song Ya brought into the system, and then took some detailed pictures for future reference.

After finishing everything, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Cheng Xiao.

Lü Yang: [Sister Cheng Xiao, I'm leaving get off work now. I'll be there in a bit. I have a big appetite, so please prepare plenty. If I don't eat enough, I won't have the energy to work out!]