C1 The Beauty Who Scanned the Code

"Ding! Congratulations, you've just received the Ultimate Barcode System. Enjoy your complimentary scan!"

"Ding! Due to an outdated system, you must upgrade to version 1.0 within the next three hours. Failure to do so will result in a random reduction of your penis by 5-10 cm."

"Ding! System update task: Receive two kisses initiated by Han Xun'er."

Chiang Hao was bombarded by the shrill chimes of notifications, leaving him bewildered. He massaged his temples, trying to make sense of it all.

A system?

Scanning?

Upgrades?

Penis shrinkage?

Damn it!

Fine, I'll play along with this so-called system. But could you at least clue me in on who Han Xun'er is? How am I supposed to get a kiss from someone I can't even find?

And it's not just any kiss; she has to kiss me first?

Twice, no less?

This is no joke. I have dreams like this all the time.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Aren't you supposed to be a fortune teller? Well, do your thing! If you can't figure it out today, just watch as I wreck your sign!"

Standing before Chiang Hao's stall were a man and a woman, a striking pair.

The speaker was none other than Zhou Tianlin.

Zhou Tianlin was not known for his generosity, especially after the fortune teller had the audacity to claim he and his female companion were mismatched. That comment had hit a nerve.

He was determined to make this so-called fortune teller pay dearly for his words!

"Got a temper, do we?" Chiang Hao squinted his eyes, taking a good look at Zhou Tianlin.

He wasn't really a fortune teller, but he had spent years poring over books like "Luxury Jewelry Introduction," "Gender Psychology," "Consumer Psychology," and even some of Mizuryu Kei's manga—though that last one didn't really count. Handling a playboy was well within his capabilities.

The man before him was decked out in an Armani '07 spring classic suit, the whole ensemble worth a cool 120,000 RMB.

His leather white shoes were from Rooney Ke, a renowned British luxury brand, retailing for 9,000 pounds—a hefty 79,000 yuan.

No doubt about it, the guy was a rich second-generation heir. But to Chiang Hao, his wealth seemed somewhat limited.

The suit Zhou Tianlin wore, along with those pricey shoes, were high-profile items from their respective brands, the kind with the highest sales figures.

Because they're the most affordable within their luxury tier!

This suggests that Zhou Tianlin was stretching his budget to sport these brands, and some of it was just for show.

In contrast, the woman was a different story.

Her delicate feet, adorned with a pair of pristine embroidered white shoes, made even Converse seem inadequate!

They were probably worth no more than 150 yuan.

Her legs, long and evenly toned, filled out a pair of simple stonewashed jeans perfectly, especially around the upper thighs where a mysterious triangular area hinted at the physique of a true beauty.

Those jeans weren't even Levi's, costing roughly the same.

The white T-shirt emblazoned with Mickey Mouse was clearly a hot item from eBay. It was slightly cropped, occasionally revealing a captivating glimpse of her pale waist as she moved.

Her chest was full but not excessively large, maintaining an aesthetic appeal while creating a breathtaking curve, with just a hint of perkiness.

"A prime beauty! Both stunning and shapely!" Chiang Hao couldn't help but gulp.

"Are you up for it or not? Forget it, let's go. I was out of my mind to believe these street hustlers," the beauty said, turning to leave, her interest waned.

Chiang Hao bristled at that.

Not up for it?

What man would admit to that?

He had already discerned something about this woman's background.

Despite her street-market attire, he recognized the earring dangling from her left lobe.

It was the Ice Imperial Green Dragon and Phoenix Cloud Jade Pendant, a beloved piece of the Empress Dowager Cixi, one of history's three great empresses!

A veritable national treasure!

Just three years ago, its counterpart fetched a staggering sum at Christie's Auction House.

One hundred and thirty million!

This woman had to be loaded!

Casually sporting a small fortune on her earlobe, no less!

"No, Xun'er. We can't let them get away with lying to us!" Zhou Tianlin insisted, holding the woman back, intent on further confronting Chiang Hao.

"Xun'er? Which Xun'er? Han Xun'er?"

Chiang Hao inquired, probing. Could it really be such a coincidence?

Immediately, he was met with looks of both agreement and skepticism from the two onlookers.

"Is that really Han Xun'er?

Oh no, I'm in trouble!

Chiang Hao was at a loss for words.

'This system is trying to be the death of me!'

Just one glance at Han Xun'er and you can tell she's not just beautiful—she's the epitome of beauty. Honestly, a goddess of her caliber is way out of the league for someone like me, who makes a living off spouting fortunes and pseudoscience.

And to think she would initiate a kiss with me? That's as likely as a moon landing!

Who were the last ones to make it to the moon?

Chang'e and Armstrong!

How did that turn out?

One ended up in eternal solitude, and the other met a tragic end!

Maybe it was Zhou Tianlin's overzealous tug, or Han Xun'er's lack of preparation, but she stumbled directly into Chiang Hao.

Instinctively, Chiang Hao reached out to steady her, only to realize his hand was enveloped in warmth.

"Pervert!"

Han Xun'er's face flushed with embarrassment as she swung her hand to slap him.

This fortune-teller dared to take liberties with me—my chest, which not even my closest friend has touched, has been violated!

"They seem like a C cup, but they feel like at least a D!"

The thought was fleeting as Chiang Hao's face turned a deep shade of red. He truly just meant to lend a hand, not to be a creep.

But even if he was at fault, he couldn't just stand there and take a slap!

As the slap neared, Chiang Hao quickly squeezed with the hand that was already in motion!

He had seized the "vital point" of his adversary!

Han Xun'er let out a soft complaint, and her raised hand went limp. She collapsed into Chiang Hao's arms as if her spirit had left her.

Now, this was truly the embrace of delicate warmth and fragrance!

"Ding! Barcode scanning in progress. Please maintain contact and apply more pressure."

Damn it!

Chiang Hao was dumbfounded. This damned system!

When he had touched Han Xun'er's chest earlier, the system had popped up with a notification. It turns out everyone carries a mysterious Barcode that he can scan with just a touch.

And Han Xun'er's Barcode? It was on her left chest!

This was practically an instruction manual for hooliganism!

"Ding! Barcode scan successful. Host will now access confidential information. Han Xun'er, female, 19 years old, with the following height, weight, and measurements... She is the primary heir to the prestigious Han family of B City, boasting personal assets of approximately 2 billion RMB and a net worth exceeding 20 billion."

"Immediate dilemma: coerced into marriage. An engagement ceremony is scheduled at the Hilton in three days, necessitating the urgent procurement of an exceptional fake boyfriend to disrupt the proceedings."

"Be advised: Han Xun'er faces a life-or-death crisis tonight!"

"Congratulations to the host for the inaugural scan. You've been awarded a talent skill: Telepathic Finger, Elementary Level."

Stunned!

A flood of information overwhelmed Chiang Hao, rendering him momentarily incapable of processing his surroundings.

Then, a gentle inquiry reached his ears.

"Soft?"

"Soft."

"And big?"

"Big."

Smack!

"You scoundrel!" Han Xun'er rose to her feet and delivered a solid slap across Chiang Hao's face.

"Scumbag!" Zhou Tianlin couldn't stand idly by. Young Master Zhou was accustomed to being the flirt, not witnessing his companion being harassed.

Zhou Tianlin threw a punch with all his might.

Chiang Hao, having been struck by a beauty, acknowledged his fault.

But for a spoiled rich kid with impure thoughts to try his luck? Was he really pushing his luck?

With Han Xun'er in his right arm, Chiang Hao felt a warmth surge through his left index and middle fingers. He extended them, his fingers forming a blade, and met Zhou Tianlin's massive fist head-on.

The clash of fist and finger was followed by Zhou Tianlin's agonized howl as he cradled his hand, writhing on the ground.

His fist, which had felt like it struck a steel spike, resulted in a gruesome sight: his middle finger snapped back with a sickening crack—a stress fracture!

"How dare you retaliate! I am Zhou Tianlin of the Zhou family! You're finished, I'm telling you..."

Witnessing Zhou Tianlin's pitiful, disheveled state, Han Xun'er's brow furrowed imperceptibly. With such a man, how could she possibly rely on him to confront the Bai family's marriage-pressuring scoundrel?

The fortune teller on the pedestrian overpass actually had some real skills. His fingers were unusually firm...

A thought crossed her mind, and Han Xun'er's cheeks flushed with a sudden warmth. Her legs pressed together subtly, a tender emotion stirring within her that she couldn't quite express.

"Even if you're looking for a decoy, you should pick someone dependable. After all, you're a little heiress with a cool two billion to your name."

Chiang Hao's light-hearted ribbing reached Han Xun'er's ears.

But to her, it struck like a bolt of lightning!

How could he possibly know?

Being the prime heir had made her the target of envy, so Han Xun'er had always shielded herself behind the façade of an ingénue.

She had managed her assets with utmost discretion. Only yesterday, PwC, one of the global Big Four accounting firms, had finalized her valuation.

The sum? A precise $2.17 billion.

How on earth did this soothsayer come to know such confidential information?