C6 I will Only Feel Heartache for My Brother!

"A credit card limit of three hundred thousand isn't exactly easy to come by," Hsiao Yifan said with a sneer. He could easily see that Yang Yu was clad in nothing more than two or three hundred yuan's worth of clothes from Taobao. How could he possibly cough up three hundred thousand? Three thousand yuan would probably be a stretch for him.

After the card transaction, the cashier handed the black card back to Yang Yu with great respect. "Sir, your total was 288,800 yuan, but we've applied a discount. That brings it down to 280,000 yuan. Thank you for shopping with us."

"A discount? Since when do you give discounts without asking me first?" Yang Yu bristled at the news. Was this some kind of slight? A discount? Who told them to do that? It was like they were trying to make him lose money!

The cashier paused, taken aback by Yang Yu's complaint. Usually, customers would be thrilled to get a discount. Why was Yang Yu upset about it?

"Brother, you're the best!" Liang Xiaoyan exclaimed, overjoyed as Yang Yu decisively purchased the bag. She planted another kiss on his cheek.

"Affection +30."

Three hundred thousand yuan for just thirty points of affection?

Could it be any cheaper?

Yang Yu felt a twinge of frustration. Was it really that easy to win over Liang Xiaoyan's affection?

He was now just fifty points shy of his goal.

"This..."

Zhou Qianni was clearly taken aback by the turn of events. Was this the same Yang Yu she knew? She spoke up, still somewhat in shock, "Just a moment ago, you were hesitating over a thirty thousand yuan bag for me... Why now?"

"Yes, I'm laying it all out," Yang Yu said with a resigned look. "I wanted to interact with you all as a regular guy, but what did I get in return? Derision and insult. So no more pretending. I'm wealthy, incredibly wealthy. I have more than enough money for you to spend for a lifetime, and then some."

"And you, you've let me down so much. I've been good to you for three years, and how have you repaid me? In your eyes, I'm nothing more than a nobody, not even worth as much as a thirty thousand yuan handbag..."

Yang Yu stopped speaking, simply giving Zhou Qianni a look of profound disappointment before shaking his head.

Despite her skepticism towards Yang Yu's grandiose claims, Zhou Qianni couldn't deny the reality of the three hundred thousand yuan handbag being purchased right before her eyes.

Jealousy surged within her as she watched Liang Xiaoyan flaunting the new bag. Without hesitation, Zhou Qianni clung to Hsiao Yifan's arm, pouting, "Yifan, I want that bag too..."

"The company needs funds right now," Hsiao Yifan reminded her, his tone firm. "Are you really that vain and competitive?" With that, he decisively led Zhou Qianni away from the Louis Vuitton store.

Zhou Qianni hesitated, her reluctance clear. If she were still with Yang Yu, wouldn't she be the one boasting the new bag instead of Liang Xiaoyan?

Liang Xiaoyan, keenly aware of Zhou Qianni's envy, confidently linked arms with Ye Chen and remarked, "Some people don't appreciate what they have when they're with their brother. I'm not like that. I only care about making my brother happy."

Her words, dripping with irony, were particularly cutting to Zhou Qianni, whose regret was palpable to all.

The salesgirls couldn't contain their amusement and burst into laughter. The timing was just too perfect.

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