C5 Your Standards Are Only So-so!

Just then, Liang Xiaoyan suddenly took his hand and asked with a playful pout, "Brother, who's this woman?"

Her voice was dripping with sweetness, leaving Yang Yu momentarily speechless.

"An ex-girlfriend," Yang Yu replied with an even tone. Seeing the favorability rating, his affections for Zhou Qianni had turned to indifference. She wasn't worth another moment of his emotions.

"Oh... an ex-girlfriend, huh? You have such good taste, knowing you're not worthy of Brother and leaving him for me." Liang Xiaoyan clung to Yang Yu's hand, her face a picture of triumph, while inwardly she was smirking with glee.

How could she not recognize Zhou Qianni?

After all, their relationship was common knowledge throughout the school. However, in the past, Yang Yu had been seen as a lovesick puppy, scrimping and saving to buy gifts for Zhou Qianni. But today, he seemed to have transformed into a man of wealth.

Perhaps Yang Yu had been putting Zhou Qianni to the test all along.

Poor woman.

"Alright, let's go pick something out," Yang Yu said, his hand lingering on Liang Xiaoyan's frame.

In response, Liang Xiaoyan cooed, "You're the best, Brother. Mwah!" She planted a kiss on Yang Yu's cheek, her face flushing with a hint of pink.

Without hesitation, she strode over to the airplane-shaped bag Zhou Qianni had just set down, grabbed it, and declared, "Brother, I've decided on this one!"

Yang Yu eyed the peculiar bag. It looked like a leather airplane model—could it really function as a handbag?

"Daydreaming in broad daylight?" Zhou Qianni sneered. "Yang Yu, the poor sap, can't afford that bag. Even Yifan would think twice before splurging on it, and you think he can? Does he even make three thousand a month? Ridiculous."

"I get it, you can't let go, and you've brought someone to make me feel uncomfortable. But let's just drop it... I'm all for keeping the peace..." While speaking, she briskly transferred two thousand RMB to Yang Yu's account. "This is for the bracelet you sold for me. I'm paying you back, so you'll have enough to eat this month, right? Now, move along, don't block the way."

Yang Yu shook his head, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. "So, this is the extent of your ambition."

"Some women can't recognize their good fortune. They just exploit their brother for all he's worth and when there's nothing left to gain, they kick him to the curb. But I'm different... Brother, since this purse is so pricey, let's pick a different one." Liang Xiaoyan was already setting the bag aside as she spoke.

"There's no need," Yang Yu interjected hastily.

Damn, a purse that costs three hundred thousand?

The model airplane was pricey, sure, but he liked it!

The pricier the better. The more he spent on Liang Xiaoyan now, the more he stood to gain later!

He seemed almost fearful that Liang Xiaoyan might change her mind, hurrying her towards the cashier.

"Sir, will you be paying with a card or..." The cashier's question hung unfinished as Yang Yu thrust his black card forward.

The cashier had never seen someone so eager to part with their money.

"Don't come crying when your credit card is maxed out," Zhou Qianni mocked with a cold laugh. Yang Yu was probably just putting on a show after she'd dumped him. Over the past three years, she had kept meticulous track of his finances. Forget three hundred thousand; he couldn't even scrape together thirty thousand.