Yin Sufang had his eye on a bag from a high-end luxury brand.
In the photo, the black textured leather gleamed with a cold sheen, and the curve of its dangling metal chain looked like a string that could ensnare souls.
Yin Sufang was a devoted user of a fashion news app and often kept up with this sort of thing. Countless luxury items sat in his favorites, though he never bought any. His salary simply wouldn't allow it.
But he genuinely loved this brand's new bag-so much that he wanted to buy it even if it meant emptying his bank account.
So he added up his little nest egg. Unfortunately, even emptying his bank account wouldn't cover it.
Yin Sufang let out a long sigh at his screen. He was about to give up when, with impeccable timing, two new messages popped up in his college classmates' group chat.
A slutty bottom he hated had posted a photo in the group.
It showed him sitting in a café with blazing red lipstick, reeking of powder and perfume. His wrist rested languidly on the table, casually drawing attention to the bag sitting there, which cost well over a hundred thousand yuan.
The message read: [@Yin Sufang. Fangfang, the scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?]
Fuck, what was wrong with him? Show off all you want, but why tag me?!
Most people in the group knew the two of them didn't get along. Eager to stir up drama, they all joined in and tagged him.
[@Yin Sufang. Fangfang, the scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?]
[@Yin Sufang. Fangfang, the scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?]
[@Yin Sufang. Fangfang, the scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?]
[@Yin Sufang. Fangfang, the scenery here is pretty nice, isn't it?]
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