Sure, I can help with that! **Chapter 42: Victory Assured**

Zhang Yang currently had a few million in cash on hand, and starting tomorrow, his daily cashback would increase to fifty thousand.

With this kind of income, dropping a hundred or eighty thousand on a bag was truly a drop in the bucket.

Inside the Louis Vuitton boutique on the third floor.

Zhang Yang was listening to a sales associate introduce various bags.

From handbags to leather goods, ranging from ten or twenty thousand to forty or fifty thousand, and of course, the truly high-end Louis Vuitton bags from the Capucines collection.

"Mr. Zhang, you really must take a look at this bag; it would absolutely suit your girlfriend." The female sales associate at Louis Vuitton was catering to his every need as she presented a mini crocodile-skin Capucines bag.

The price was certainly not cheap: one hundred fifty-eight thousand.

Of course, for the current Zhang Yang, this price was perfectly fine—it was only three days' worth of cashback.

He had always held the philosophy that if you're going to give a gift, you either don't give one at all, or you give one that hits the mark and achieves the desired effect. Faced with the sales associate's persistent recommendations, he was genuinely tempted.

"In that case, shall we take this one?" Zhang Yang looked at the sales associate.

"Mr. Zhang, you have an absolutely unique eye for quality," the sales associate praised him sincerely.

A moment later, the receipt was printed, and the bag was secured.

Zhang Yang carried the one hundred fifty-eight thousand Louis Vuitton bag straight to his brand-new Bentley Continental GT.

Bei Wei's cold was clearly much better today.

Yesterday, her head had still been spinning, but ever since Zhang Yang had stopped by and she'd drunk the chicken soup he'd made himself, a warmth had spread through her body, and she had immediately felt more than halfway recovered.

In the morning, the sun was warm and cozy, and Gu Jiani insisted on dragging her out for a stroll.

"Don't worry, we're just walking around the neighborhood. Walking, shopping, and soaking up the sun will help your cold get better faster," Gu Jiani urged persistently.

"Well... alright then." Bei Wei had no choice but to go along with her.

She looked in the mirror; her reflection was fresh-faced and natural, with no need for makeup. She simply headed out just like that, completely bare-faced.

"You should change your bag, shouldn't you? I'll get you one for your birthday," Gu Jiani said on the way, glancing at the Coach bag in Bei Wei's hand.

"No, no, this bag is perfectly fine. I wasn't planning on changing it." Bei Wei smiled as she tucked her phone into the bag.

She had spent several thousand on this bag, after all, and she felt it was already quite good.

Gu Jiani sighed for no reason at her side and said softly, "Actually, you deserve better."

Her words were double-edged; it wasn't clear if she was talking about the bag or the person.

Bei Wei acted as if she hadn't heard, keeping her head down to send messages from time to time, a faint smile appearing on her face—she looked every bit the woman in love.

The two arrived at a relatively quiet pedestrian street nearby and found an outdoor cafe. Each ordered a coffee, sat in the sun, sipped their drinks, and enjoyed the slow pace of time.

"Showing off your affection again. I really don't know what you see in him," Gu Jiani muttered, glancing at the phone chiming on Bei Wei's table.

Bei Wei finally looked up, her eyes instantly softening.

"He's just good, that's all. He's mature, steady, and knows how to take care of me. Look, my colds usually last a week, but after drinking his chicken soup yesterday, I'm almost better today."

"Fine, you can even link that to him?" Gu Jiani was a bit speechless. "I remember you used to have very high standards. Back in college, you didn't look at anyone, except for that secret crush you had on our senior, Feng Ming, right?"

"Feng Ming?" Bei Wei's eyes went blank for a moment before she seemed to recall. "Him... well, I did admire him back then."

"I knew it, that's your real taste," Gu Jiani laughed suddenly.

"Actually, I'd almost forgotten until you mentioned it. We were just students then; it's normal to admire a handsome, high-achieving senior," Bei Wei said naturally.

"But didn't he fly off to a foreign country with the campus beauty later on?"

Gu Jiani looked toward a nearby cafe. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if, one day, your old heartthrob suddenly turned back and stood right in front of you?"

Bei Wei was confused, not understanding what Gu Jiani meant.

The door to the nearby cafe was suddenly pushed open gently. A tall, slender figure with handsome features, wearing a white shirt, walked over with a smile and pulled out a chair.

"Long time no see, you two." He sat down naturally.

Bei Wei looked at the figure in front of her in astonishment, then at Gu Jiani, who seemed to have known all along.

"Surprised? I knew you would be," Feng Ming said with a sigh and a smile. "Did you both think I was still abroad, living happily ever after with Chen Xiao?"

"Uh... isn't that the case?" Bei Wei looked at the former campus heartthrob, who now felt like a complete stranger, and forced a stiff conversation.

She couldn't keep the chat going; he felt like a total stranger.

"Actually, we broke up a long time ago. After spending time together, I realized our values were completely different. She wasn't the person I was looking for." Feng Ming stared at the figure before him. "Bei Wei, you haven't changed at all in these years. You're still the same."

The Bei Wei before him was still the fresh, sweet girl he remembered.

Hiss.

Why had he been so blind back then? How had he failed to notice such a treasure of a girl?

"I suppose," Bei Wei said distractedly, keeping her head down to chat with Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang had just found out she'd gone out for a walk despite not being fully recovered from her cold and had scolded her severely; he was on his way to pick her up now.

Mm... even though she'd been scolded, Bei Wei felt very sweet inside.

"Bei Wei, I've returned to Magic City for work now." Seeing Bei Wei keeping her head down to chat, Feng Ming frowned slightly.

"Oh, oh, that's great." Bei Wei replied perfunctorily.

Seeing this, Gu Jiani nudged Bei Wei's leg under the table and whispered, "Bei Wei, it's rare to see an old classmate after all these years; just make some polite small talk."

"What are you talking about?" Bei Wei found it amusing. "Jiani, Zhang Yang and I are doing just fine. Why would I need to make small talk with a classmate I haven't seen in years and have had no contact with?"

"But he... wait, you didn't ask Zhang Yang to come pick you up, did you?" Gu Jiani grew anxious. "Don't!"

She wasn't close with Zhang Yang; they had only exchanged a few sharp words, which didn't amount to a grudge. But if Zhang Yang showed up now, the conflict would become significant.

She had agreed to Feng Ming first, only learning of Zhang Yang's existence later. She accepted the role of the villain by a twist of fate.

But now, if the two men met, wasn't it obvious who would win and who would lose? If Zhang Yang were to suffer a setback and lose his spirit because of this, honestly, that wasn't her intention.

"Why can't he come over?" Bei Wei stared at Gu Jiani and countered.

Looking into Bei Wei's dark, clear eyes, which reflected her own image, Gu Jiani swallowed all her words.

"Fine... do whatever you want."

Feng Ming sipped his coffee. "Bei Wei, actually, what I meant by saying all that was..."

"Excuse me, it's my boyfriend on the phone." Bei Wei stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked away from the table while answering the call.