343: Chapter 343 I'm Very Poor

"A spare tire?"

Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow, re-evaluating the poised and smiling Ms. Qin not far away.

"Yeah, Lan Lan says she's been stringing him along for over a year, milking him for quite a bit of cash. But they haven't even defined the relationship, and she hasn't even let him touch her much."

"Holy crap! What a scumbag girl, right?"

"Hey, you can't say it like that!"

Jiang Shuang immediately waved her hand to correct him: "They haven't defined the relationship yet, and it's a matter of mutual consent, so how can you call her a scumbag? This is what Lan Lan calls... careful evaluation, being responsible to both parties."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Fine, understood.

Not a scumbag, but a high-level player and gold digger; she milks them dry without giving them any official title, and she can still act righteous about it.

"Wait, have you really infiltrated the gold digger circle?"

He gave Jiang Shuang an annoyed glance: "So what about you? Which sucker are you targeting now?"

"..."

Jiang Shuang didn't answer, just pursed her lips and smiled, blinking her eyes.

"..."

Jiang Ye realized it instantly, his eyelids twitching violently: "...Alright, don't say it out loud; it wouldn't be polite."

Jiang Shuang was amused by his reaction and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I'm not like Lan Lan."

She tilted her chin toward Ms. Qin:

"Lan Lan is just keeping Tian Haoran on the hook. If he hadn't seemed triggered on New Year's Eve, sending a long essay on his phone crying about how sincere and tortured he was, Lan Lan wouldn't have come over to give him this little treat, just so the fish wouldn't get away."

"A treat? By coming over, isn't that equivalent to tacitly agreeing to be his girlfriend, essentially defining the relationship?"

"Who says? As long as Lan Lan doesn't nod her head, what others think is none of her business. It's not like she's losing a piece of meat."

"..."

Jiang Ye sucked his teeth while listening, unable to help but sigh that the logic was impeccable: "So? How are you two different?"

Jiang Shuang smiled, quietly kicked off her high heels under the table, and let her toe gently brush against Jiang Ye's calf:

"The biggest difference between us is... I let people touch me."

"..."

Jiang Ye moved to the side speechlessly, putting some distance between them: "Forget it, miss, please withdraw your foot. I really can't; I have a complex."

"A complex?"

Jiang Shuang was stunned: "What kind of complex?"

"...Are you a virgin?"

"...If I said I was, would you believe me?"

"...If I said I believed you, would you believe me?"

After saying this, Jiang Ye paused, looking Jiang Shuang up and down, his brows slightly furrowed:

"Wait... Jiang Shuang, you didn't talk like this before, did you? Weren't you acting all 'green tea' a few days ago? Why does it feel like your personality has changed?"

"Learned it from your girlfriend."

Seeing that he had noticed, Jiang Shuang shrugged indifferently and admitted it openly:

"I feel like her style—cool, a bit demanding, and elusive—seems to really suit the tastes of guys like you... um... with some capital. I studied it a bit when I got back, just imitating and learning to improve my market competitiveness."

"..."

Jiang Ye was completely impressed after hearing this and cupped his hands in salute: "Alright! Sister! Amazing! With this kind of drive and execution, you'll land a super rich guy sooner or later!"

He lowered his hands and changed the subject: "But I sincerely suggest you find someone else to study; don't target me. I have requirements for looks, and you... probably fall a bit short."

That remark really hit where it hurt.

Jiang Shuang had always been confident in her looks. Although she wasn't as popular as Cheng Weiwei in school, plenty of people had pursued her.

Hearing Jiang Ye's blunt "disdain," the veneer of nonchalance she had learned couldn't be maintained for a second:

"Jiang Ye, isn't that a bit uncalled for? While I might not be as pretty as your girlfriend, I don't think I'm that bad, right?"

Jiang Ye glanced at her and pointed to Tian Lijuan, who was eating but had her ears pricked up, clearly eavesdropping:

"How do you think you compare to her?"

Jiang Shuang instinctively looked at Tian Lijuan and examined her closely: "Looks... about the same? Maybe she's younger, but I have more temperament!"

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ye smiled noncommittally, leaned back in his chair, and exposed Tian Lijuan's upper body completely: "Take another look, carefully."

"!!"

As if hearing some silent command, Tian Lijuan, who was dealing with a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, suddenly put down her chopsticks and deliberately stretched, fully displaying her naturally gifted, weapon-like bust curve, instantly maximizing her presence.

"..."

Jiang Shuang's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it. She stared at the shocking curve for two seconds, then was speechless, feeling a tightness in her chest, and almost cursed out loud.

But thinking of Jiang Ye's casual spending of forty or fifty thousand at the Golden Emperor, as well as his obviously expensive attire, she forcibly swallowed the complaint that came to her lips, telling herself to stay calm and not lose the big picture over a small matter.

However, Jiang Shuang could see that playing psychological games or ambiguous tug-of-war with this guy probably wouldn't work.

This guy was very deep now and seemed immune to her "routines," like a turtle shell—completely impossible to bite into.

Hmm... It seems she could only try one last trick to see if she could get the turtle to stick its head out voluntarily...

If the guy really had zero interest, it would be better to change targets early.

Thinking of this, she couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush anymore and went straight to the point:

"Jiang Ye, let me ask you, are you... extremely rich now?"

Jiang Ye "tsked" upon hearing this, wearing a surprised expression that said, "How could you think that?"

Immediately, as if feeling a bit hot, he casually unzipped his jacket, revealing the high-quality jade horse pendant hanging inside;

Then, he stretched seemingly casually, the hem of his shirt lifting slightly, and the brand-new LV belt buckle around his waist flashed;

Finally, he raised his hand to check the time, the Cuervo on his wrist flashing a dark glimmer under the lights.

After a smooth and fluid set of "humblebrags," Jiang Ye looked at Jiang Shuang with an innocent face, scratching his head with a sincere tone:

"No, I'm just an ordinary college student, I'm very poor."