After the movie, Su Wei followed Wu Shanshan shopping. Barely a block in, Wu Shanshan tugged her into a lingerie store—apparently a mandatory stop for girls. Though Su Wei had long settled into sage mode, she still felt a flicker of awkwardness when a goddess-tier girl held up a bra and asked, “Cute or not?”
“Eh… okay, I guess.”
“Mm, I like it too! Come in—I’ll try it on.”
“Well, I mean…”
Su Wei instinctively wanted to refuse. *Can you even grasp the agony of facing temptation you can’t enjoy? Like a eunuch in a brothel—pure torture.*
“Comfort matters more than looks for stuff like this.”
“Exactly! I just wanna check if it’s comfy.”
Wu Shanshan didn’t argue—she even agreed—but her grip on Su Wei’s wrist never loosened. Su Wei couldn’t fathom why she needed an audience for a fitting.
“How is it?”
Facing the girl’s porcelain skin and that dizzying glimpse moments ago, Su Wei’s cheeks warmed slightly. “Not bad.”
“Hm?” Wu Shanshan leaned in, big eyes locked on her. “Weiwei… you seem off today.”
Su Wei’s pulse jumped. “Off? How?”
“You weren’t like this before. Tired?”
“I got dragged out right after landing!”
“Hehe~ Missed you, silly.” Distracted, Wu Shanshan dropped it. “Wanna buy some?”
“Nope. Got plenty at home.”
No lie. Back at Zhaoge Academy, Zhou Xi had bought her *dozens* of sets—yes, dozens—and declared, “Wear twice, toss.” Su Wei, far from wasteful, still had a closet piled high.
“Let’s get matching sets!”
“…”
*Matching? Seriously?* Su Wei bit back a curse, rolled her eyes. “They even *make* matching lingerie?”
“Hehe~ Once we wear them, they *become* matching!” Wu Shanshan giggled, tugging her arm. “C’mon!”
“Fine, fine. Let’s just do it.”
All Su Wei wanted was to end this. Wu Shanshan’s teasing made her head spin.
Shopping, claw machines, coffee…
By evening, Wu Shanshan waved goodbye with reluctant sweetness. Su Wei finally exhaled, stepping into the comfort of home. With Lunar New Year near, festive warmth filled the air. Days passed in quiet routine: chats with Zhou Xi, outings with Wu Shanshan, but mostly gaming and reading. To her surprise, this world’s games were genuinely fun—like waking up to a universe of fresh releases.
On New Year’s Eve, Grandpa Su Dingyuan gave the housekeeper the night off. Su Wei and Su Xiu cooked dinner; the three of them spent the afternoon folding jiaozi—lopsided, laughter-filled. At 8 p.m., the Spring Festival Gala theme swelled from the TV. Su Wei glanced up: unfamiliar stage, familiar dance. A soft smile touched her lips.
“Since when do *you* watch the Gala?” Su Xiu teased.
“Felt like it. Your business?” She shot back, feigning irritation. At first, his remarks about her changes made her tense. Now? She fired back without flinching. If not for gender boundaries, she might’ve swatted him.
*Riiing~*
The phone lit up: Zhou Xi. Rare for a call—they usually chatted on the app.
“Hey, Xiao Xi.”
“Weiwei! Early New Year wishes!”
“Happy New Year!”
“Big news! Our app hit 100k users today! Revenue: three million Zhou Yuan. Sending your share soon!”
“No rush. Let the team rest.”
“After holidays then. You *will* thank me properly when you’re back!”
“Obviously.”
After hanging up, the weight lifted from Su Wei’s chest. She’d avoided asking—not from indifference, but fear. Now, relief washed over her.
Don’t underestimate 100k users. The app targeted businesses—corporate clients were scarce. Most were indie devs; big firms guarded unreleased code fiercely. Still, 100k was massive. Three million Zhou Yuan meant over 24 million Huaxia coins. After costs? At least five million for her. *Five million.* Her past life would’ve taken decades. Now? She was basically a little heiress.
She floated back to the table. Su Dingyuan noticed her buoyant steps. “Weiwei, what’s got you glowing?”
“Well, Grandpa…”
Wealth unshared is brocade in darkness. Joy doubles when shared. “Last semester, I built an app. Handed ops to my roommate before leaving. She just called—revenue hit 24 million today.”
*Cough! Cough!*
Su Xiu choked on his drink. Su Dingyuan tossed him a tissue, sighing. “At your age?”
“Wait—*24 million*? In *days*? What app is this?!”
“Less than ten days. Clear now?”
“Your cut?”
“Minimum five million.”
“Heavens! Why bless *her*?! Unfair! SO UNFAIR!” Su Xiu wailed, clutching his chest—then scrambled beside Su Wei, eyes gleaming. “Sis… investing?”
Su Wei smiled sweetly. “Get lost.”
“Got it!”
