31: Private Partner

Lin Daixi smiled slightly, naturally understanding Wu Fan's hidden meaning.

Wu Fan took her to the Chanel store and bought over 60,000 yuan worth of clothes.

This greatly excited Lin Daixi and thoroughly satisfied her vanity.

At school, many female classmates wore designer clothes and acted arrogantly, which made her extremely envious.

Now that she had Wu Fan as a strong backer, her quality of life would instantly improve.

When the two returned to the car, Wu Fan did not start the engine; he rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

Lin Daixi excitedly looked through the clothes they had bought.

Wu Fan exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly, "Tell your brother what you need in the future, and your brother can satisfy you, but..."

Wu Fan deliberately left his sentence unfinished, smoking his cigarette and fixing his gaze on the distant mountains.

Lin Daixi was stunned. She tossed the clothes resting on her lap onto the back seat, looked up at Wu Fan, and asked, "But what?"

Wu Fan reached out, gently cupped her chin, and gazed at her intently.

Lin Daixi's face instantly flushed deep red, and even her earlobes started to feel hot.

Wu Fan looked at her snow-white, innocent face—pure and flawless, as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water.

He flicked away the cigarette butt, slowly leaned closer, and kissed her on the corner of her lips.

Lin Daixi gently pushed him away, her face instantly blushing... Wanghai Hotel's themed couple's room.

On the snow-white sheets, there was a noticeable stain of bright crimson.

Wu Fan exhaled a puff of smoke, his gaze fixed on the sheets; he was somewhat surprised.

He said very gently, "Your brother will not treat you unfairly. I will let you live a luxurious life without worry. I keep my promises."

Lin Daixi smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

She did not speak; she truly did not even have the strength to talk.

The mixture of pain and pleasure just now felt truly marvelous.

Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Fan did not disturb her. He just watched her small face quietly, occasionally leaning down to kiss her.

She really was very beautiful.

She possessed a unique, classical beauty; perhaps the idiom "a girl from a humble family" would be the most fitting description.

More than an hour later, Wu Fan drove her back to her rented apartment. Mao Jiajia was sitting in the living room playing the game Honor of Kings on her phone.

Her game volume was quite loud, and she kept cursing and complaining about her teammates' ridiculous actions.

When she saw Lin Daixi come in carrying two large bags of clothes, she only glanced at them and paid no further attention.

She continued to focus intently on playing the game.

Wu Fan wanted to leave, but Lin Daixi insisted he come in and sit for a while. "Brother Fan, how about ordering us two milk teas?"

Girls seemed to have an inseparable obsession with milk tea.

Wu Fan actually hated drinking milk tea, especially those flavored with essence; a few sips would make him feel nauseous.

Wu Fan sat down next to Mao Jiajia and ordered two taro milk teas on Meituan.

Then he took out his phone and watched TikTok to pass the time.

Lin Daixi tried on the new clothes one set after another, walking into the living room to ask Wu Fan if they looked good.

Wu Fan felt speechless. She had already tried them on at the clothing store, yet she wanted to try them on again at home. Girls were always enthusiastic about wearing new clothes.

Perhaps she just wanted to show them off again in front of Mao Jiajia.

After all, in the past, Mao Jiajia had been the one showing off designer clothes in front of her. Wu Fan's spending spree today made her feel vindicated.

Mao Jiajia finally finished one game. She angrily threw her phone onto the sofa. "A bunch of losers."

She looked at Lin Daixi's new clothes and asked curiously, "Sister Lin, did you strike it rich? You bought so much?"

Lin Daixi did not hide it. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Brother Fan bought them for me, but don't tell anyone."

Mao Jiajia paused for a moment, then nodded.

She turned and looked at Wu Fan. "Local Tyrant, next time, buy a few outfits for your little sister too, okay?"

Wu Fan said casually, "It's just a matter of a word."

Mao Jiajia actually added Wu Fan's wechat right in front of Lin Daixi, shamelessly saying, "I didn't expect Brother Fan to be a Local Tyrant! I love making friends with Local Tyrants."

Lin Daixi pouted and rolled her eyes at Mao Jiajia, saying, "You greedy and lustful woman."

She turned to Wu Fan and said, "Brother Fan, you need to be careful of this vixen; she is the best at bewitching men."

Wu Fan joked, "Are there many vixens like her at your school?"

Mao Jiajia chimed in, "Our school lacks everything except vixens. If you don't believe me, go look at the school gate. The passenger seats of those luxury cars are never empty."

Wu Fan stretched and said, "What a pity, your brother doesn't have a luxury car yet."

Lin Daixi finally finished trying on the new clothes. She sat down next to Wu Fan and said somewhat discontentedly, "Brother Fan, you can't let Mao Jiajia mislead you. This is a proper school; don't listen to her nonsense about vixens."

Wu Fan teased, "Do vixens get jealous too?"

Lin Daixi took a few seconds to process the joke, then raised her hand and hit Wu Fan's chest playfully, saying, "Who are you calling a vixen?"

Wu Fan laughed heartily. "Your brother likes vixens."

Mao Jiajia also started laughing, a faint blush appearing on her face.

She had long heard about Wu Fan buying Lin Daixi a laptop and had been somewhat shocked at the time.

Seeing him buy Lin Daixi so many expensive clothes today made her even more certain that Wu Fan was an extremely generous rich man.

There were many rich people in the world, but rich men who would spend lavishly on women were few.

Perhaps they existed, but they were hard to find.

She actually had an unknown secret, one that even Lin Daixi didn't know.

She did not have a real Boyfriend.

To be precise, those men were just her partners, her ATMs, and her temporary Boyfriends.

In pursuit of a high-quality life, she had long sold her body and soul.

She had joined a wechat group called "Private Companion," where the women were all hot-bodied and beautiful, including internet streamers, eighteenth-tier celebrities or higher, and university students.

For women to enter this group, they needed real-name verification and front and back photos wearing a bikini for review; those who were not pretty simply could not join.

The men inside were all Second-generation rich, celebrities, nouveau riche, entrepreneurs, and so on.

In any case, men without money could not enter this group because the initial membership fee alone was 500,000 yuan.

Anyone who introduced a man could also get a 50,000 yuan commission.

The Private Companion wechat group, simply put, was a place for men to find temporary girlfriends.

They would state various requirements for a private companion in the group, and women who fit the criteria could private message them.

The price was calculated by time.

Whether it was for a month, a week, or three days, or even one day, it was acceptable as long as both parties negotiated the price and agreed mutually.

Mao Jiajia used this Private Companion wechat group to elevate her lifestyle.

This was also the root cause of why she kept changing Boyfriends.

To be frank, she was a standard gold digger and a morally bankrupt woman.

[Ding, host reminder, would you like to sign for a random gift?]

Wu Fan silently thought, "Sign for it."

[Ding, signing successful. One Intermediate guitar Skill Book has been stored in the system warehouse and can be retrieved at any time.]

Wu Fan immediately pressed use...