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The next morning.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the enormous panoramic windows of the Ritz-Carlton Executive Suite in Jianye City, casting a golden dapple on the thick handmade wool carpet, Lin Miaomiao was already awake.

She didn't get up immediately, but quietly leaned against the soft pillow, turning her head to look at Zheng Hao, who was still fast asleep beside her, snoring softly.

The Chanel Gabrielle bag, worth 35,800 yuan, sat neatly on the leather sofa not far away, gleaming with a captivating luster in the morning light.

Lin Miaomiao took a deep breath, the air filled with the distinctive aroma of white tea characteristic of high-end hotels. She even felt that the air here smelled intoxicatingly rich.

She carefully lifted the covers, put on the hotel's fine white bathrobe, and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Standing here, she could see most of Jianye City's bustling cityscape. She took out her phone and snapped over a dozen photos of the river view outside the window, and her own reflection in a loose bathrobe faintly visible in the glass. Then, with practiced ease, she opened a photo editing app, selected the most perfectly composed image, and added a restrained yet Versailles-esque caption:

Good morning, Jianye. The view from a high place always makes you forget all your fatigue.

She didn't post it on WeChat Moments, but only in the four-person dormitory group called "404 Escaped Princess".

Almost the instant the photo was posted, the group chat exploded.

"Holy crap! Amazing! This river view, this vista... You didn't go back to your dorm last night, did you go to the Ritz-Carlton?!" Tang Tingting replied instantly, her words filled with utter shock.

"Wow! This is one of the most expensive hotels in Jianye! An executive suite must cost several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan a night!" Chen Xiaoxue followed up with a series of drooling emojis.

Lin Miaomiao's lips curled into a smug smile as her slender fingers flew across the screen: "Haohao drank too much and thought going back to school was too far, so he just booked a suite. It was alright, the mattress was pretty soft, but he's not used to sleeping in a new bed and didn't sleep well."

"Just book a suite... Listen to this, is that even human language?! Miaomiao, you've completely transcended social classes now, don't forget about us this weekend!" Qingqing wailed in the group chat.

"Don't worry, Hao Hao said he's paid for everything at the black card booth at SPACE this weekend. You guys better get your gear ready these next few days. Whether you can win over his roommates depends on your own abilities."

After sending the message, Lin Miaomiao tossed her phone onto the sofa. Behind her, she heard the rustling of bedsheets.

Zheng Hao sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Looking at Lin Miaomiao standing in front of the French windows, her graceful curves outlined by the morning light, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

"Baby, you're awake so early?" Zheng Hao lifted the blanket and walked over, putting his arm around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of languid contentment.

"I'm used to waking up early; I practice the piano every morning." Lin Miaomiao nestled obediently in his arms, turned, and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"With you here, how could I not sleep well?" Zheng Hao laughed, walked to the bedside table, picked up his phone, and casually tapped a few buttons.

Immediately afterward, Lin Miaomiao's phone screen lit up. It was a bank transfer notification—50,000 yuan.

Lin Miaomiao feigned surprise, widening her eyes and turning to Zheng Hao: "Hao Hao, what are you doing?"

"Here's your allowance."

Zheng Hao waved his hand dismissively, as if he had just transferred out fifty yuan, not fifty thousand.

"Aren't you taking your roommate to SPACE this weekend? You should also go to Hang Lung Plaza and buy a couple of new outfits, dress yourself up nicely. My girlfriend, Zheng Hao's girlfriend, can't be outshone by the other girls in the booths; you have to make a good impression!"

Fifty thousand yuan.

Lin Miaomiao suppressed the overwhelming joy that was about to burst from her heart, and threw herself into Zheng Hao's arms with deep emotion. Her voice was so soft and sweet that it almost dripped with water: "Thank you, husband... You are so good to me, I don't know how to repay you."

"This is nothing. From now on, follow me and I'll make sure you live a life of luxury." Zheng Hao patted her back, greatly satisfying his vanity as a "sugar daddy."

On this clear morning, a transaction with a price tag was completed perfectly amidst the tenderness and affection between the two. Zheng Hao bought face and emotional value, while Lin Miaomiao gained tangible money and the illusion of transcending social classes.

All are happy.

After washing up, the two had a refined breakfast in the hotel's executive lounge. Zheng Hao drove his eye-catching Audi RS7 and dropped Lin Miaomiao off at the south gate of Jianye Art Academy just before the morning rush hour.

As Lin Miaomiao's graceful figure, attracting frequent glances from passersby, disappeared into the school gate, Zheng Hao's "domineering CEO" demeanor gradually faded. He rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, rested one hand on the steering wheel, looked at his slightly tired face in the rearview mirror, and gently exhaled a smoke ring.

"Spending 50,000 yuan to gain worship is definitely worth it," Zheng Hao muttered to himself.

He actually knew everything perfectly well.

Lin Miaomiao's seemingly unintentional flattery and her perfectly timed emotional appeals were all built on real money.

He enjoyed the process of exchanging money for absolute obedience, because it allowed him to find a sense of worldly superiority in the Huaqing Business School, a place full of powerful and wealthy people where Li Xiao always outmaneuvered him.

But he also knew very well that this relationship was like a castle on the beach; as long as there was a balance in his bank account, the castle would be impregnable.

Once her food supply is cut off, Lin Miaomiao will turn around and throw herself into the arms of the next sugar daddy faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Who cares? We've got money in our pockets, let's have some fun first."

Zheng Hao stubbed out his cigarette, floored the accelerator, and the black Audi sped towards Huaqing Business School like an arrow.

He still needs to go back and carefully consider the social gathering this weekend. Since he's already made that boast, he has to get Lao Xu and Wang Lei's cronies involved and give them a proper welcome.

On the other side, as soon as Lin Miaomiao pushed open the door to dormitory 404, she was surrounded by her three roommates like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

"Miaomiao! Tell the truth! What exactly happened last night?"

Tang Tingting grabbed Lin Miaomiao's arm, her eyes sparkling with an extremely gossipy light.

"Go away, you can't just ask such questions, but I have some good news for you."