63: Mr. Ma is paying tonight!

Sitting inside the rolls-royce.

Ling Wu spoke up: "Young Master, the Fu Family has already made contact with Ma Yifei."

Hearing this, Ling Xian grew curious.

"If Ma Yifei knew that cooperating with the Fu Family would bankrupt the Feng Family and disappoint Feng Yixue, what expression would he make?"

Under the night sky, lights flickered inside the bar.

"Tonight, Mr. Ma is picking up the tab!" the server shouted loudly.

The entire place erupted.

Several young girls actively moved closer to Ma Yifei.

Ma Yifei, with a girl on each arm, felt elated: "System, so you wanted me to come spend money at a bar. You should have said so earlier."

The respect bought with money immersed him.

As if here, as long as you had money, you could get anything.

That feeling of being looked down upon from before vanished without a trace.

"Brother Ma, let's drink!"

"Here, I'll toast Brother Ma a cup!"

Each cry of "Brother Ma" flattered Ma Yifei until he was dizzy and lost himself!

"Server, bring a set of the Divine Dragon Set! And send a bottle of Ace of Spades to every booth." Ma Yifei waved his hand grandly, putting on more airs than a real rich second-generation heir.

The Divine Dragon Set cost eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight per set; a bottle of Ace of Spades was nearly five thousand.

Even ordinary rich second-generation heirs wouldn't dare splurge like this.

"Brother Ma." The beauty on his left peeled a grape and fed it to his mouth.

Ma Yifei opened his mouth and ate it, feeling his life was complete.

He finally understood why the rich second-generation heir who stole his "goddess" Xiao Lan back then was so arrogant.

Having had money for only a few days, he felt even more arrogant than the other guy.

With money, you can be willful.

"Awesome!" Ma Yifei shouted excitedly.

Several minor rich second-generation heirs in the bar exchanged glances; they didn't remember anyone by this name in Jiangnan.

But seeing how lavishly he spent, they all came forward to greet him.

"Brother Ma?"

"That's me." Ma Yifei basked in the fawning tone of the other person.

"Brother Ma, with all this money, why not invest instead of spending it at a bar?"

"I have money, I'm willful. Got a problem?" Ma Yifei's tone carried hostility.

"No, no, no, Brother Ma, I want to cooperate with you."

"Do you know the Fu Family?"

This "rich second-generation heir" was a Ling Family hidden guard in disguise, aiming to lure Ma Yifei into a trap.

"The Fu Family?" Ma Yifei repeated softly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to invest; he just lacked the connections.

He also wanted to soar to success overnight.

The System only gave money; it couldn't bring a sense of achievement.

"The Fu Family just secured a top-tier corporate investment project from Donghai."

"Others don't even get a chance to have a share."

"But I heard, Brother Ma, you know the Fu Family's young lady, Fu Xiaoling..."

Ma Yifei suddenly stood up.

The image of the bloated woman he encountered during the day flashed in his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

"She's that impressive?"

The fake rich second-generation heir nodded.

"Brother Ma, I'm guessing you're a rich second-generation heir from out of town, right?"

"Wanting to make a mark in Jiangnan?"

"If so, I advise you to get in touch with Miss Fu properly. She's a local Jiangnan elite."

"She could be of great use to you."

"No, I have my own plans."

Ma Yifei refused verbally, but in his heart, he was already calculating, planning to ask Fu Xiaoling for specifics.

Just as he was immersed in fantasies of a business empire, a man walked over.

He grabbed the leg of the girl on Ma Yifei's left and cried out: "A'jing! Why are you doing this? How could you fall so low? Didn't we agree to marry once I saved enough money?"

The scene was heartfelt and tear-jerking.

The fake rich second-generation heir thought to himself: "Bro, we're both hidden guards. Do you have to go this hard? You're overacting."

Just as he worried they'd be exposed, he saw Ma Yifei getting excited instead.

"Get lost! Kid, do you have money? Can you make her happy? Don't hold her back!" Ma Yifei blurted out.

This line felt incredibly familiar to him.

The entire bar instantly fell silent.

Ma Yifei had transformed from the oppressed into the oppressor.

For the first time, he played the villain.

Surrounded by everyone's gaze, he also felt somewhat uneasy, thinking to himself: "Was that a bit too much?"

The girl on his left immediately whispered in his ear: "Brother Ma is so cool. Come on, I'll be with you tonight, forget about this loser."

Hearing this, the dark corner in Ma Yifei's heart was completely ignited.

"Let's go, beauty." He looked at the man. "Buddy, wear that green hat well."

He perfectly portrayed the despicable face of someone who suddenly gained a golden finger.

Ma Yifei left with his arm around the girl, unaware that in a corner, a phone recorded everything and then sent it to Feng Yixue's phone.

At the bar's back door, Ling Wu waited there.

Seeing the fake rich second-generation heir and the "crying poor guy" come out, he asked: "How did it go?"

"No problem, the kid didn't suspect a thing."

"As long as he keeps getting involved with that woman, that disease is unavoidable."

"It worked, but I'm never playing the poor guy again."

"Being looked down upon by that kind of person for the first time was really humiliating."

"I think you're quite suited for it; you acted so realistically." The fake rich second-generation heir laughed.

"Get lost, Ling Thirteen." The poor guy cursed, "Of course you like it; at most you just play a sidekick."

"Next time, let's switch."

"I'm not switching." Ling Thirteen said to Ling Fourteen.

Ling Thirteen wasn't stupid.

Compared to Ling Fourteen who played the poor guy, his role as the fake rich second-generation heir was just a sidekick; he didn't have to lose face like that.

Being stared at and pointed at by everyone in the bar, he really couldn't understand how Ling Fourteen endured it.

The Feng Family Residence.

Feng Yixue stared at the video on her phone, her entire body cold as if falling into an abyss.

What did this mean?

It meant she had been played.

Completely and utterly played for a fool.

A wealthy young lady like her had been treated like an idiot, and the key was this person had completely tarnished her kindness.

"Daughter, I told you, kindness isn't wrong, but you need to keep your eyes open." Father Feng spoke to comfort her.

He had never approved of his daughter personally funding impoverished students.

Such matters should be handled by the company; she shouldn't be the one dealing with them directly.

Why should a wealthy young lady get involved with such people?

What if someone deliberately got close to her? Wouldn't that be walking right into a trap?

"I know, Dad. From now on, all funding matters will be handed over to the company." Feng Yixue, utterly humiliated, hung her head low, wishing she could bury it in her chest.

It was too embarrassing.

"But... daughter, why did you suddenly think to investigate this kid?" Father Feng looked puzzled.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his daughter, but he knew her temperament; she wasn't the type to proactively investigate others.

"Today I met... a handsome guy who shares my ideals.

He said he saw Ma Yifei spending at high-end clubs." Feng Yixue's cheeks flushed red, her speech faltering.

Seeing this, Father Feng's heart sank.

"This handsome guy you mentioned, I'll look into him for you." Father Feng's tone brooked no argument.

"Dad..." Feng Yixue tugged at his arm, her tone reluctant.

"You've already been played once, and you still haven't learned?" Father Feng looked at his daughter, full of concern.

"Then... alright." Remembering Ma Yifei in the video, Feng Yixue nodded firmly.