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She had a public class in the afternoon and eving, plus two private sessions in the afternoon, which really tired her out.

However, once she got back to her rted room, she didn\'t rest immediately, but impatitly oped the Prada shopping bag.

At the fitness cter, she was too embarrassed to fully admire the bag Yang Hao gave her, but now at home, she didn\'t need to worry about her colleagues\' gazes.

"Xinyi, you\'re finally back."

"I\'ve be so annoyed by my aunt..."

Just as Sun Xinyi was about to take the bag out of the shopping bag, her roommate Zhao Yingying walked out of her room.

"Huh, did you buy a bag?"

"Wow! Prada!!"

Zhao Yingying was originally planning to vt to her frid about a blind date, but the momt she saw the Prada shopping bag on the coffee table, her eyes lit up: "Xinyi, you\'ve struck it rich!"

"As if I could afford it, a frid gave it to me!"

Sun Xinyi casually replied, thinking to herself whether she and that Mr. Yang could be considered frids now.

"A frid?"

"It\'s not that creepy man who bought fifty private classes, is it?"

Zhao Yingying asked with a gossipy look on her face.

"It\'s not him!"

"If it really was from him, I wouldn\'t accept it!" Sun Xinyi shook her head in dial.

"Th who is it?"

"Wh did you get such a wealthy frid?"

"Could it be that school sior who\'s be pursuing you??" Zhao Yingying continued to guess.

"It\'s of them, just stop guessing."

Sun Xinyi shook her head, th took the Prada handbag out of the dust bag and held it up to the mirror to see how it looked.

"It\'s this bag!"

"I remember you said you liked it wh we wt to Starlight City last time!"

Zhao Yingying also moved closer to the mirror, eyeing the handbag in Sun Xinyi\'s hands with vy.

Sun Xinyi kept changing angles in front of the mirror, guinely liking the bag\'s design, and of course, her appreciation was undoubtedly bolstered by the Prada brand; if it had be a one or two hundred dollar bag, she wouldn\'t be so concerned.

"Xinyi, tell me the story of your wealthy frid."

"A bag worth over twty thousand, just giv away like that, he must be quite well-off!"

Zhao Yingying was very interested in the mysterious befactor who\'d gifted her frid a Prada bag. She was already 7 years old and her goal was to land a wealthy husband. She\'d done a lot of research, ev spding a lot on golf lessons, all with the intt of moving up the social ladder through marriage.

There were many wom like her, but very few ultimately succeeded in \'reaching the shore.\' It wasn\'t just about marrying a rich man; ev being kept as a mistress was considered a very dect outcome.

In truth, Sun Xinyi also had the urge to share, especially since Zhao Yingying was quite savvy in analyzing m, and Sun Xinyi was curious to hear her take on Mr. Yang.

So, Sun Xinyi recounted her day\'s experices.

"A hundred private classes, two Prada handbags!"

"Spt over eighty thousand in one day!"

"Xinyi, you\'ve really met a tycoon, and he\'s a freshly-divorced tycoon at that. People need emotional comfort at such times, this opportunity is literally once in a lifetime!"

After hearing the story, Zhao Yingying\'s eyes sparkled with excitemt — this was precisely the target she\'d be eagerly searching for.

"I think Yang doesn\'t seem to have any other inttions, he probably just wanted to thank me," said Sun Xinyi.

"Do you have any inttions th?"

Zhao Yingying rubbed her hands together and asked, her expression one of eager anticipation.

"Yingying, you\'re not thinking about him, are you?"

"He has a daughter."

Sun Xinyi knew her frid all too well; Zhao Yingying always talked about marrying into wealth and clearly had designs on Mr. Yang.

"Having a daughter is not a problem, a man like him definitely longs for a son. If I could give him a son, my position would be secure."

Zhao Yingying said with a laugh.

"You don\'t mind becoming a stepmother?"

Ev though she knew her frid was set on marrying into wealth, she didn\'t expect that she would be willing to step into the role of a stepmother right away.

"Xinyi, you must have some misconceptions about stepmothers!"

"It\'s tough to be a stepmother in a poor family, but with someone as well-off as Yang, being a stepmother is quite cozy, especially since his daughter is still very young and at an age where one can build a good relationship. If I can win his daughter over as well, my position will be ev more secure!"

Zhao Yingying became more excited as she spoke, "Xinyi, if you really don\'t have feelings for him, th sis here is going to make her move."

"Th you go ahead and try."

Sun Xinyi gtly shook her head. She merely had a good impression of Yang Hao, after all, they had only met for a day. Besides, she wasn\'t as materialistic as Zhao Yingying. In her view of choosing a partner, financial stability was a bonus, but not a requiremt. Moreover, she wasn\'t ready to become a stepmother right off the bat.

Thus, she currtly saw Yang Hao as nothing more than a nice and wealthy big brother.

"That\'s what you said, no regrets now."

Zhao Yingying, smiling, linked arms with Sun Xinyi, "I happ to have a day off tomorrow. I was planning to go to your place for a swim anyway, so it\'ll be the perfect opportunity for a \'chance\' counter with Yang!"

Zhao Yingying was a counter salesperson for Lancome, routinely gaging with customers who had significant spding power, including many wealthy individuals. Indeed, ordinary folks wouldn\'t readily splurge on a several-thousand-dollar skincare set.

Her job operated on a rotating schedule, working on weekds and choosing one day off betwe Monday and Thursday.

"By the way, Xinyi, I need to vt to you about my aunt!"

"She\'s be acting crazy lately, constantly setting me up on blind dates, as if terrified that I won\'t get married!"

"Today topped it all off—the man she introduced is divorced with a kid, which I could overlook, but he doesn\'t ev own a house, only a single car, and it\'s a BYD."

"I simply cannot understand her logic. Have I really fall to the point where I would marry that kind of man!!"

Zhao Yingying started to rant about the frustrating experices she countered that day.

"Yingying, ar\'t you being a bit hypocritical? Yang is also divorced with a child!" Sun Xinyi pointed out.

"How many times have I told you not to call me \'sis\'?!"

Zhao Yingying pouted, emphasizing her point. Having passed the age of 5, she had begun to sse a crisis about getting older. Ev though she was three years older than Sun Xinyi, she firmly refused to let her call her \'sis\'.

"Alright, Yingying..." Sun Xinyi shrugged helplessly.

Zhao Yingying cleared her throat and spoke earnestly, "Xinyi, you hav\'t changed your way of thinking yet, comparing Yang to that old man my aunt introduced!"

"Yang is a diamond bachelor, while the man my aunt introduced is just a greasy old man, there\'s no comparison at all!"

Sun Xinyi nodded with a smile, "Okay, whatever you say is right!"

...

Midnight.

Xixi had already fall asleep beside him.

Yang Hao, however, lay with his eyes wide op, staring at the time displayed on his phone scre.

57, 58, 59...

He counted down siltly in his mind, and the next second, midnight arrived on the dot.

Ding!

Task progress update.

Host detected to have successfully lost two pounds, currt weight 89 pounds.

Reward accrued: Two hundred thousand yuan.

The system notification arrived as expected. In fact, Yang Hao had already weighed himself before going to bed, and the electronic scale showed 89.3 pounds—appartly, the system ed to the nearest pound.

Beep!

The phone scre lit up with a message from the bank, a deposit of two hundred thousand yuan. Adding to the one hundred sixty thousand he had left after his daytime spdings, his bank account balance now stood at three hundred sixty thousand yuan.

He searched for the contact labeled "Fg" in his Weixun communicator, and directly transferred fifty thousand yuan to him, with the message: "Cut down on the dating a bit, take care of yourself."

After repaying Liu Zifg, Yang Hao oped the ICBC banking app and transferred one hundred thousand yuan to his uncle\'s account.

Having finished all this, he turned off the phone, siltly got out of bed, walked to the balcony, and gazed at the night sky, at the moon half-obscured by clouds, and took a long sigh of relief.

Life feels light without debts.

After the clouds part, the moon shines bright!

Who understands this feeling?!