184: I bet - 1

Su Ning looked at the two cups of milk tea in front of her, which had cost an extra 12.5 yuan, then met Jiang Ye's burning gaze, which seemed to ask, "Have you learned your lesson?" Her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

This matter... was actually quite easy to understand.

This Dog man, who tormented her every day in different ways, surely calling him a bastard was fine, right?

As the old saying goes, if you don't take advantage of a good deal—you're a bastard.

Doesn't that complete the logical loop? Flawless!

She struggled to force a smile and gave him a thumbs-up: "Young man... brilliant! Truly brilliant! This level of enlightenment... I'm afraid I'll never learn it in this lifetime!"

"Mm! You have some understanding! It's good that you know the gap!"

Jiang Ye nodded with satisfaction and shoved one cup of milk tea into Su Ning's hand: "Here, this cup is your reward! Take a good sip and experience the dignity of 'original price'! Feel the power of pure money!"

Su Ning had a belly full of sarcastic remarks churning in her throat, but she didn't dare utter a single one. She could only hold the "dignified" milk tea with both hands and wear a deferential smile:

"...Thank you, young man."

"You're welcome! We're like family, it's what I should do!"

Jiang Ye waved his hand, feeling that after this round of "verbal instruction and practical demonstration," Comrade Su Ning's ideological level must have undergone an initial baptism and improvement.

It was time to enter the next phase—practical combat exercises!

"Let's go! Little Sister Su! Time to spend! Get me a few..."

[Ding! Detected that the host has engaged in clear guidance of consumption behavior, suspected of disguised solicitation. Warning issued! Further offenses may result in the invalidation of cashback or even system punishment!]

The brilliant smile on Jiang Ye's face instantly froze, and the foot he had stepped out with halted mid-air.

Under Su Ning's puzzled gaze, the look of high spirits on his face rapidly faded, replaced by an expression mixed with embarrassment, awkwardness, and deep inferiority.

He sighed heavily, his tone utterly dejected: "Ah! Forget it... it's boring. Let's just go home."

"Huh? Go home?"

Su Ning was stunned: "We just got here, young man? Didn't you say you wanted to shop?"

Jiang Ye raised his eyelids and gave a wry smile, his eyes darting away as if afraid to look at the surrounding glamorous environment and passersby:

"Mm... I suddenly feel... that my clothes are really unsuitable for shopping in such a high-end mall."

He tugged at the cotton jacket he was wearing, his tone full of self-deprecation:

"I feel like every sales clerk passing by is mocking my outfit with their eyes... Their gazes are stabbing me like needles. Little Sister Su, I... I feel so inferior!"

Su Ning looked at the man who had just been full of vigor, lecturing her on "how to spend money," instantly transforming into a dejected, sensitive, and self-doubting "stray puppy." The complaints in her heart were crowding her throat like bullet comments.

"Young man... how about... I take you to the hospital? Early intervention and treatment will be beneficial for the condition..."

"..."

Jiang Ye gave her a speechless glance, but still maintained his persona of inferiority, shaking his head forcefully, his voice stubborn:

"No! I want to go home! My clothes aren't worthy of shopping here! Staying for one more second is torture!"

"Uh... okay, then let's go back and change clothes and then..."

Before Su Ning could finish speaking, she suddenly noticed the other party's face darken and the air pressure around him plummet. She instantly shuddered, and a stroke of genius hit her:

"Buy! Buy, buy, buy! Buy whatever makes you feel inferior! Today, I absolutely must cure your inferiority complex!"

"..."

Only then did Jiang Ye let out a satisfied grunt, shift his gaze, straighten his back, and slowly walk toward the escalator.

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The next hour became Su Ning's "bankruptcy" journey, and Jiang Ye's "harvest" moment.

At PRADA, Jiang Ye muttered to himself while looking at a shirt in the display window:

"Sigh, people who wear this kind of belt must be elites, right? Someone like me... never mind, never mind, I don't deserve it..."

Su Ning's mouth twitched. Under the slightly confused gaze of the sales clerk, she silently pulled out her China Merchants Bank credit card.

At Boss, Jiang Ye touched the material of a pair of casual pants, his eyes full of longing, his tone wistful:

"This texture... is truly different from the tens-of-yuan pants I bought at the street stall. Forget it, just looking is enough. My legs don't deserve such good pants."

Su Ning took a deep breath, calculated the limits of her SPD Bank and Ping An Cards, pooled them together, and paid.

At Ferragamo, Jiang Ye tried on a pair of sneakers, looked at himself in the mirror, then quickly took them off and said dejectedly:

"No, no. The shoes are good shoes, but when I wear them, they look particularly... cheap. Better put them back."

Su Ning looked at the sales clerk's undisguised look of disdain, curled her toes in embarrassment, and steeling herself, gathered the remaining balances from several cards to complete the payment.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ye ignored all the surrounding scornful glances, delightedly listening to the pleasant system notification sound in his mind after every transaction.

[Ding! Detected that the host received an active gift from Su Ning: one PRADA shirt. System assessed value: 4,800 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, obtaining 48,000 yuan!]

[Ding! Detected that the host received... one pair of Boss casual pants... Assessed value: 3,200 yuan... obtaining 32,000 yuan!]

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After this round of "treatment," two shirts, one pair of athletic pants, one pair of casual pants, one pair of sneakers, and one belt were purchased. Su Ning's six credit cards plus Huabei were completely emptied, totaling 30,760 yuan in consumption.

As for Jiang Ye's system account, a stable 307,600 yuan was deposited.