When Lin Jiang parked the car in front of Xinrong Restaurant, Zhao Fangfei’s jaw dropped in surprise.
"Brother Jiang, are we really eating here today?"
As a world-famous three-star Michelin restaurant, Zhao Fangfei had of course heard of the place.
She just never imagined Lin Jiang would bring her to a place like this for dinner.
Many of her girlfriends had checked in here on social media, but she’d never had the chance. She never thought the opportunity would just fall into her lap like this.
"Mhm, let’s go."
Lin Jiang, however, was calm. Handling a woman like Zhao Fangfei this way was a piece of cake.
The two walked side-by-side into Xinrong Restaurant. Zhao Fangfei suppressed her excitement, trying her best to appear composed, afraid she’d look like she didn’t belong.
When they reached their reserved table, Lin Jiang pushed the menu toward her.
"Brother Jiang, we agreed it was my treat. You should order."
"When I’m eating with a woman, there’s no way I’m letting you pay. You order."
Zhao Fangfei didn’t protest further and started flipping through the menu.
Just then, a message came in from Zhou Jingliang.
Zhou Jingliang: "I’ve landed."
Zhou Jingliang: "Enjoy yourself, but take care of your body."
Lin Jiang: "Don’t worry, I’m being very careful."
With that, Lin Jiang took a picture and sent it to Zhou Jingliang.
Zhou Jingliang: "Fuck you! Drop dead!"
Zhao Fangfei ordered a few dishes, then Lin Jiang added a few more, and with that, their dinner officially began.
"Brother Jiang, it’s really not easy to get a chance to see you."
"Work is pretty busy, and I’m not back here often."
"You have to take care of yourself, especially eating on time." Zhao Fangfei’s voice took on a cutesy, affected tone as she spoke.
"From now on, when you’re home, you can call me. I’ll come cook for you. My cooking is actually pretty good."
"You can cook?"
"Of course! My hobby is cooking. When I’m on break at home, I also read books, research new recipes, and clean the house."
’Who said schemers like her can’t be domestic? When you’re living in a 681st-floor, river-view luxury flat, every one of them is a domestic goddess.’
’Reading, cooking, tidying up the house... their whole brand is having a small, ’clean’ social circle.’
"Excellent."
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Brother Jiang." Zhao Fangfei gave a sweet smile.
"Brother Jiang, you must be so busy with work that you don’t have time to tidy up your place, right? That’s my specialty. If you ever need it, I can come over and clean for you. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."
"And what if I’m not satisfied?" Lin Jiang said with a smile.
"Hehe, then I’ll grant you a little privilege. If I don’t clean it well enough, you can punish me a little."
I have to say, Zhao Fangfei’s caliber was indeed much higher than your average ’green tea’ type.
She had mastered the art of the flirtatious push-and-pull. A normal person would have already taken the bait.
"Then it’s a deal."
"Mhm."
As they spoke, the dishes they had ordered began to arrive one after another.
Zhao Fangfei was very clever. She didn’t ask to take pictures, lest she lower her own status.
Instead, she pretended to be messaging on her phone and secretly snapped a few shots.
Lin Jiang was very relaxed. He was in no rush to "capture" this little pet, Zhao Fangfei, and simply started eating once the food arrived.
To leave a good impression on Lin Jiang, Zhao Fangfei ate with delicate and gentle movements, packaging herself as a proper lady from a distinguished family.
This confirmed Lin Jiang’s earlier thoughts: the lives of the rich were truly beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Whether it was Qin Yangyang or Qin Youyou, or even the formidable Jiang Rongmin, unless it was a business dinner, the way they ate was pretty much the same as any common person—not nearly as elegant as one might imagine.
Qin Yangyang, in particular, even had a habit of taking home leftovers.
"You’re done already? You barely ate."
"I’ve gained a little weight recently, so I can’t eat anymore. I need to get my fitness plan back on track tomorrow."
As she spoke, Zhao Fangfei looked at Lin Jiang. "Brother Jiang, don’t you have a membership at Suya too? When you have time, let’s go work out together, okay? I’m still waiting for you to teach me how to swim."
A high-level schemer is constantly playing the game.
"No problem."
"Then... can I add you as a friend?"
"Of course you can."
Lin Jiang pulled up his QR code, and they added each other as friends.
Having successfully gotten a spot on Lin Jiang’s friends list, Zhao Fangfei’s smile grew even more beautiful.
For her, this was a phased victory. With the opportunity to talk to him anytime, there was a chance for their relationship to heat up.
"Brother Jiang, you treated me to dinner, so let me treat you to a movie."
This tactic was the same one Li Zhiyi had used back then.
But the nature of it was different.
Li Zhiyi had felt bad about letting Lin Jiang be the only one to spend money. Zhao Fangfei was using it as a way to win his favor.
A brave little schemer isn’t afraid of a challenge. If there’s no opportunity, you create one to show what you’ve got.
"Alright, whatever you say."
Lin Jiang drove Zhao Fangfei to the National Gold Center.
To handle someone like Zhao Fangfei, you had to take her to see the kind of things rich people enjoyed.
"Brother Jiang, the movie doesn’t start for another half hour. Let’s walk around first, just to kill time."
As they browsed, the two found themselves at the entrance of a Lululemon store.
"Brother Jiang, my old yoga pants are a bit worn out. I was thinking of buying a new pair. Let’s go in and take a look."
"Let’s go."
The two entered Lululemon together.
Lin Jiang didn’t pay much attention to these things, but he’d seen some posts about it while scrolling through short videos.
This brand had become the top choice for many women’s workout gear.
Wearing yoga pants from this brand could garner a lot of admiration on social media and was also a symbol of good taste.
In the yoga pants section, Zhao Fangfei spent a long time looking and choosing.
"Brother Jiang, I’m getting a little overwhelmed by the choices. Can you help me pick one?"
"How about that gray pair? They look pretty good."
"Hehe, Brother Jiang, you have such good taste. Actually, I was leaning toward this one too. It seems we have the same eye for things."
’The emotional validation was off the charts!’
"I want to pick out a pair of shoes too. Brother Jiang, can you help me choose?"
"Those white ones are nice," Lin Jiang said, casually pointing to a pair of white sneakers.
"I’ll go try them on. Wait for me, Brother Jiang."
"Okay."
Zhao Fangfei took the yoga pants to the fitting room, while Lin Jiang wandered around the store.
’The capture condition is to spend 100,000 yuan on her. Might as well start now.’
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ—
Lin Jiang’s phone vibrated. It was a message from Zhao Fangfei.
Zhao Fangfei: "Brother Jiang, I’ve changed. Come in and take a look. If they look good, I’ll keep them."
Lin Jiang: "Is that a good idea?"
Zhao Fangfei: "It’s fine. I checked when I came in, there’s no one here."
’This setup... looks like she wants to play some games in the fitting room, huh?’
Zhao Fangfei: "I’m in fitting room three."
Without replying, Lin Jiang walked into the fitting room area and found fitting room three.
He pushed the door open.
A massive peach was facing him directly.
Zhao Fangfei was bent over, tying her shoelaces.
"Just a second, I’m almost done."
"Mhm."
The massive peach remained pointed right at Lin Jiang. The feeling was as if it were saying, "Welcome."
Zhao Fangfei took a full ten-plus seconds to tie her shoelaces.
"Ah, these laces are so hard to tie."
Standing up, Zhao Fangfei moved to stand in front of Lin Jiang.
"Brother Jiang, take a look. They should be okay, right?"
"They’re definitely nice. Very figure-hugging."
Zhao Fangfei turned to the side, presenting her perky rear to Lin Jiang.
"Brother Jiang, you have such great taste. I think they’re great too," Zhao Fangfei said naturally.
"I feel like they make my butt look even perkier. What do you think, Brother Jiang?"
As she spoke, Zhao Fangfei deliberately avoided looking at Lin Jiang, as if she were talking about a trivial, everyday matter. This perfectly showcased her high-level skill.
Normally, there would be no need to say, ’my butt looks even perkier’.
Even if she were to comment, she could have just said ’it makes my figure look better’ or ’it looks perkier’.
But she still added the word "butt," which casually amplified the suggestive atmosphere.
’What else can you say? The woman’s a pro.’
Faced with a ’green tea’ type like Zhang Jingqing, Zhou Jingliang might have been able to hold his ground.
But against someone of Zhao Fangfei’s caliber, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance.

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