99: Chapter 99 Shen Rong's Shock: He's Actually a Super Rich Man?!

Red taillights stretched into two long bands of light in the night, quickly disappearing at the end of the road.

Shen Rong's fingers were still hooked on the rusty wire fence; a piece of her fingernail had split, oozing a bit of blood, yet she felt no pain.

Her mind was like an old radio, repeatedly playing the same scene—Chen Muyang, who always kept to himself and wore clothes without logos, getting into a maybach worth nearly ten million.

Even more impactful was that piece of metal.

Yun A·88888.

In Yunzhou, this string of numbers wasn't just money; it was a ladder to the heavens.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..."

Shen Rong tremblingly pulled out her phone, the light from the screen hitting her pale face. She opened the browser and typed in the license plate number.

Her hands shook so violently that she mistyped twice before hitting the search button correctly.

[Administrative vehicle of Huihuang Group, suspected to be the exclusive ride of core high-level executives, has appeared multiple times at important provincial and municipal meetings.]

Huihuang Group.

These four words were like a brick, slamming hard into Shen Rong's forehead.

That was Yunzhou's commercial flagship, a colossus that could make the whole city shake by just stomping its feet. Chen Muyang's surname was Chen, and the boss of Huihuang Group was also surnamed Chen.

No more reasoning was needed; the truth lay naked before her eyes.

Shen Rong leaned against the cold wire fence, her legs feeling a bit weak.

She remembered back in tenth grade, Chen Muyang was mocked by the boys in class as a "Poverty-stricken Student" because he didn't wear the limited-edition sneakers everyone else wore. At that time, Chen Muyang just read his book quietly without retorting.

What had she done back then?

Shen Rong bit her lip hard, tasting the flavor of rust.

That day, it seemed Chen Muyang wanted to give her an extra bottle of milk he had bought, but she disdained the brand for being too common, saying in front of the whole class, "I don't drink this sugary stuff, I'm on a diet."

She then turned around and accepted a Starbucks from a rich kid in the next class.

"Idiot! Shen Rong, you're a total idiot!"

She slapped her thigh hard.

What Poverty-stricken Student? He was just being low-key! That brandless white T-shirt might have been a bespoke piece hand-stitched by an Italian craftsman!

That bottle of milk might have been a special supply flown in by air!

"Hundreds of billions... I actually shut out hundreds of billions..."

Shen Rong clutched her chest, her heart aching with spasms. This felt ten thousand times worse than winning five million in the lottery only to throw the ticket into the washing machine.

A gust of cold wind blew, making her shiver, and her gaze fell back onto the playground.

Lin Wanqiu was walking back with her head down. That ill-fitting old cotton coat looked bloated and ridiculous, and she was carrying the black plastic bag that had held the scarf earlier.

Why her?

These three words burrowed into Shen Rong's heart like a venomous snake.

Why could a pathetic girl she didn't even look down on make the Crown Prince of Huihuang Group accept a scarf that looked like a rag? And even wear it around his neck like a treasure?

"She must be acting pitiful," Shen Rong spat at the air. "A Young Master like Chen Muyang hasn't seen this kind of low-level creature; it's just a temporary novelty."

She understood men too well.

After getting tired of delicacies, they occasionally want to taste wild herbs. But these wild herbs can't be presented in public after all; they're just played with and then discarded.

As long as she beckoned with her finger, with this face and this body, how could she lose to a Lin Wanqiu who couldn't even afford skincare products?

Thinking of this, Shen Rong took a deep breath and fished out her powder compact and lipstick from her bag.

By the dim streetlights, she quickly touched up her makeup using her phone screen. Even though Chen Muyang had already left, she had to remain in combat mode at all times.

She opened that high school class group that had been silent for a long time.

Her fingers slid quickly across the screen, finding that black avatar among the mess of profile pictures—the one that had almost never posted.

The nickname was simple, just a capital [C].

She clicked the avatar and added it to her contacts.

In the verification message box, the cursor blinked.

Shen Rong typed and deleted, over and over.

"Old classmate, long time no see?" Too distant.

"I think I saw you just now?" Too deliberate.

She narrowed her eyes and tapped out a line of text: [Muyang, it's Shen Rong. I saw you on the playground just now and wanted to say hi, but I didn't dare recognize you. You've changed so much, you're even more charming than before. That scarf is very unique; was it a gift from your girlfriend? [Playful]]

This was called retreating to advance. It touched on the topic, tested the relationship, and carried the familiarity of an old classmate.

Send.

Looking at the "Sent" status on the screen, the fire in Shen Rong's heart burned even brighter.

She put away her phone, straightened her skirt, and walked toward the dormitory area in her high heels. As she passed by Lin Wanqiu, she deliberately slowed her pace.

Lin Wanqiu was huddling her neck while thinking when she suddenly smelled a pungent perfume.

"Oh, isn't this the Great Talented Girl Lin?"

Shen Rong crossed her arms, blocking the middle of the road. Her gaze scanned Lin Wanqiu from head to toe like an X-ray, finally stopping on those canvas shoes stained with mud.

Lin Wanqiu was stunned for a moment. Looking up and seeing it was Shen Rong, she subconsciously took a step back: "Is there something?"

"Can't we just chat even if there's nothing?" Shen Rong chuckled, her tone filled with undisguised superiority. "That guy just now was Chen Muyang, right? Tsk tsk, I didn't expect your methods to be so high, even being able to strike up a conversation with a Young Master like that."

Lin Wanqiu frowned: "We only have an employment relationship. I'm being his Tutor."

"Tutor?" Shen Rong laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing so hard she trembled. "A top student like Chen Muyang needs you to be his Tutor? Lin Wanqiu, we're all adults, stop pretending. But I have to remind you—"

She leaned in close to Lin Wanqiu and lowered her voice; her exquisitely made-up face looked somewhat mean in the shadows.

"Cinderella's glass slippers have an expiration date. Some people, some circles, aren't something you can squeeze into just by knitting a crappy scarf. Be careful; the higher you climb, the harder you'll fall. When that time comes, even that pathetic bit of self-esteem will be crushed to pieces."

Lin Wanqiu's face turned pale, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.

She didn't know why Shen Rong was suddenly so hostile, but the shame of having her predicament seen through made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Move aside." Lin Wanqiu didn't want to get involved and tried to sidestep her.

Shen Rong didn't stop her either, only lightly tossing out a sentence as Lin Wanqiu brushed past:

"The wind is indeed strong tonight, but for some people, it's time to wake up from their dreams."

Watching Lin Wanqiu's flustered departing back, Shen Rong snorted triumphantly.

Just then, the phone in her bag vibrated.

Shen Rong's eyes lit up, her heart pounding wildly.

Chen Muyang must have replied!

She impatiently pulled out her phone and swiped the screen open.

However, what appeared on the screen wasn't a friend request approval, but a WeChat message from her current boyfriend "Young Master Li": [Babe, want to come out and play tonight? I just got a bmw 3 Series; I'll take you for a spin!]

bmw 3 Series?

Shen Rong looked at this line of text and rolled her eyes in disdain.

Young Master Li, whom she had considered a rich kid just a moment ago, now seemed like a tractor driver compared to Chen Muyang's maybach.

"Scram."

Shen Rong replied with one word and then deleted and blocked Young Master Li without hesitation.

After clearing out the trash, she stared at that silent [C] avatar, a determined curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

Not replying? Doesn't matter.

Since I know who you are, although this Yunzhou University is large, there's no one I, Shen Rong, can't corner.

Tomorrow at 8 AM, the major lecture for the Department of Economics and Management.

We'll see.

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