93: Chapter 94 The Little Fairy is About to Unleash Her Power

Su Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes and realized she was still in Jiang Jing's arms; her cheeks instantly burned red.

She carefully looked up, just in time to meet Jiang Jing's amused gaze, and immediately shrank her neck like a startled rabbit, burying her face in his chest.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Jing chuckled, his fingers gently brushing through her messy hair. "Weren't you quite bold earlier? Now you know how to be shy?"

Su Xiaoxiao's ear tips turned red, and her muffled voice came from his chest: "That... that's different!"

"How is it different?" Jiang Jing teased her on purpose. "Someone was just saying 'any position is fine' earlier."

"Jiang Jing!" Su Xiaoxiao looked up and glared at him in embarrassment and anger, but those wet, watery eyes had no deterrent power at all, only making Jiang Jing's smile deepen.

She angrily pushed him away and grabbed her scattered clothes to put them on, but in her fluster, she put her T-shirt on backward, with the collar tag poking visibly against her chin.

Jiang Jing couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching out to help her fix it. "Slow down, no one is rushing you."

"You're still laughing!" Su Xiaoxiao was so embarrassed she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. "It's all your fault..."

"My fault for what?" Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't it someone who took the initiative—"

"Don't say it!" Su Xiaoxiao lunged over to cover his mouth, but Jiang Jing took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her back into his arms.

After playing around for a while, Su Xiaoxiao finally regained some composure, though the flush on her face had not yet faded. She lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, and whispered, "I'm hungry..."

Jiang Jing ruffled her hair. "Then let's get up. I'll take you to eat."

Su Xiaoxiao nodded. Just as she tried to crawl up, her legs went weak, and she almost fell back down.

Jiang Jing caught her quickly, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Legs weak?"

"..." Su Xiaoxiao was dying of shame and anger. "It's all your fault!"

Jiang Jing laughed even more happily. "Fine, my fault."

Half an hour later, the two finished getting ready, walked out of the elevator, and arrived at the hotel lobby.

Su Xiaoxiao had changed into a simple white dress, her hair left loose, and she wore only light makeup, looking pure and languid.

Jiang Jing was, as always, handsome and upright. Walking together, the two instantly attracted countless gazes.

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Jing asked casually.

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a moment. "...Hot pot?"

"Sure." Jiang Jing nodded. "There's a good one nearby. I'll take you."

The corners of Su Xiaoxiao's mouth curled up slightly, and a warmth welled up in her heart.

She had originally thought that a billionaire of Jiang Jing's level would definitely take a woman to eat at some three-star Michelin restaurant; she hadn't expected him to be so casual, even willing to accompany her for hot pot.

He seemed... truly different from other rich people.

As she was thinking this, she suddenly sensed a scorching gaze.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head subconsciously and discovered a girl, who looked elaborately dressed, sitting in the lobby lounge not far away, staring intently at Jiang Jing, her eyes shining.

The girl's name was Qiao XX, with the screen name "Little Qiao Wants to Get Rich," and she was a veteran "fairy" on Xiaohongshu.

She was 25, a graduate of a third-tier university, and currently worked as a receptionist at a small advertising company with a monthly salary of 4,500.

But if you opened her Xiaohongshu page, you would think she was a socialite—

[Checking in at W Hotel for afternoon tea today; life needs a sense of ritual~] (Photo: She is sitting by the window, exquisite desserts are on the table, and the background is the high-altitude city view.)

In reality, she had just used her best friend's membership card, ordered the cheapest single set meal, and after taking photos for half an hour, didn't eat a single bite because the "calories were too high."

[Just got a new Hermès Picotin, although it's just an entry-level model, the texture is truly amazing!] (Photo: She is holding an orange handbag, taking a selfie in the mirror.)

The bag was a high-quality replica, bought for 980 yuan, but she insisted it was an "authentic item purchased by a friend in France."

[Qixi Festival gift from my boyfriend, an LV monogram scarf; he said it matches my temperament~] (Photo: A scarf carelessly draped next to a coffee cup.)

The scarf was fake, and the boyfriend was also fake; she had bought it herself for staging photos.

Little Qiao had 30,000 followers on Xiaohongshu, which wasn't many, but in her circles, she was already a "minor internet celebrity." The most important thing she did every day was meticulously edit photos, fabricate copy, and maintain her persona as an "exquisite socialite."

She firmly believed that she deserved a better life.

[Ordinary men simply aren't worthy of me; my boyfriend must at least be an elite with an annual income of one million.]

[If it's not an Hermès bag, I won't even give it a second glance.]

[A woman must marry well, otherwise it's just a waste of youth.]

—These were all her real posts on Xiaohongshu.

At noon today, Little Qiao was eating a 20-yuan takeout salad while scrolling through Douyin.

Suddenly, she saw that viral video—《Encountering a Real Rich Man, Asked for Contact Info and He Directly Gave a 380,000 Yuan Bag!》

The man in the video was tall and handsome, buying a limited-edition Hermès without batting an eye.

Little Qiao's fingers froze.

She widened her eyes, staring fixedly at the screen, her heart racing.

[This... isn't this the man I've been waiting for?!]

She immediately clicked into the comment section, frantically scrolling through videos about Jiang Jing.

[His car is a lamborghini veneno, a globally limited edition.]

[It's said he's super generous to his girlfriends, gifting houses and cars without hesitation.]

Little Qiao's breathing quickened, and she immediately posted on Xiaohongshu:

《Sisters, I've decided, from today on—men below this level are not worthy of pursuing me!》

The photo was a screenshot from Jiang Jing's video, accompanied by a nine-grid collage of her own selfies, with the caption:

[I think he and I are quite a match; we're both good-looking, and I'm so exquisite, he'll definitely like my type!]

The comment section was full of agreement:

[Sister is right! You are more than worthy of him!]

[This kind of man should be looking for little fairies like us; ordinary women simply aren't worthy!]

[Go encounter him! Take him down directly!]

The more Little Qiao read, the more excited she became; her vanity was greatly satisfied, and she even started fantasizing about her married life with Jiang Jing—

Quitting her job, going shopping every day, drinking afternoon tea, and posting on Xiaohongshu.

Having Jiang Jing buy her all kinds of luxury goods, without him hesitating to pay the premiums.

Showing off in her circle of friends, making those who once looked down on her envious to death.

Little Qiao never felt she was fantasizing.

She firmly believed that she deserved such a life.

[I'm not bad-looking; after makeup, I'm a 7/10, why can't I marry into a wealthy family?]

In reality, her looks were average among passersby, relying entirely on beauty camera filters and heavy makeup.

[I'm so tasteful, understand luxury goods, and understand life; isn't that what those rich men like?]

Her "taste" came from following trends on Xiaohongshu; she couldn't even explain the difference between Chanel and Dior.

[So what if my standards are high? Shouldn't women look for the best men?]

Her so-called "standards" were that the man must be rich, handsome, and dote on her, while her own qualifications? Unimportant.

She had never considered—why would a man like Jiang Jing ever take a liking to her?

Today happened to be her day off; Little Qiao specially put on her most expensive dress—a Zara knock-off of a designer brand, costing 399 yuan.

She sprayed perfume, wore a full face of makeup, and even wore a pair of fake Chanel earrings.

[I heard this rich man often frequents high-end places; if I camp out at a five-star hotel, maybe I can encounter him!]

She chose the most expensive Peninsula Hotel in Rong City, gritted her teeth, ordered an 88-yuan coffee, sat in the most conspicuous spot in the lobby, pretended to take selfies, but was actually looking around.

After waiting for two hours, her coffee had long been finished, and the waiter's gaze had started to look wrong.

Just as she was hesitating whether to order another cup, the hotel elevator went "ding" and opened.

Little Qiao looked up subconsciously, and then—

Jiang Jing walked out of the elevator with his arm around Su Xiaoxiao.

Little Qiao's eyes widened instantly, her heart raced, and her fingers gripped her phone tightly.

It's him, it's him, it's really him!!!

Her heart was almost jumping out of her chest, her fingers gripped her phone tightly, and her eyes were wide open.

She immediately lowered her head to check her makeup, confirmed it was flawless, took a deep breath, adjusted to her most elegant pose, and prepared to "encounter" him.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jing and Su Xiaoxiao were walking in her direction...