Free Web NovelChapter 2: The Campus Goddess Loves Me?
Brukutuku-TU!
That was the sound that Lana’s beat-up sedan made.
It sound a bit like "Timbuktu" or so.
Chrome sat in the passenger seat.
All he could do was stare at her.
She didn’t even look real.
In his past life, Chrome had more money than this current body’s entire family could even dream of. But what he’d never had was a girlfriend this beautiful. His previous love life was a sad one... an arranged marriage to a woman that was three times his size.
A loveless, transactional union that ended in a very dead and drama-free divorce.
Yet here, a world where women were the top, both in status and strength, he had a hot goddess with the heart of an angel who was entirely devoted to him.
His new memories taught him a lot.
Lana was kind.
She didn’t try to subtly control or demean him like other women in this matriarchal society did.
She treated him as an equal.
She was his biggest cheerleader.
"You’re the best, babe. I know you can do it."
"I promise you everything will get better after you get your business degree. Blue University is a top school, and companies always want graduates from there. I’ll keep using my meager earnings I’m getting to support you until you’re stable, is that okay?"
"My man needs to eat well before his lectures!"
Words all said by her.
While driving, Lana caught him staring.
She gave him a soft side-eye with those loving eyes.
"Sheesh. Why are you smiling at me so much and not saying a thing? You know I’m always working till 9 or 10 PM. I’m usually too tired to hear about your day, but right now I want to hear some of your cool college stories. Can’t you tell me some now?"
"Eh?" Chrome blinked.
Lana frowned with her hands on the steering wheel.
"You promised to tell me more stories, and now you’re acting like you never said that. Hmph!"
She pouted.
TOO CUTE!
A fire exploded in Chrome’s chest.
That pout was like an enchanted arrow that tore right through his heart. He’d been drowning in worry about his terrible financial status and the system’s insane tax mechanic, but looking at her now?
Ultimate motivation!
System or no system, he was going to get filthy rich just to spoil this angel rotten.
"I promise I’m going to make you the luckiest woman alive. Just trust me!"
He held his fists out tightly.
There was a masculine ambition in his eyes that Lana hadn’t seen in him in a very long time.
Lana’s pout switched to an amused side-smirk.
But she realized she was smiling too much and quick turned her eyes back to the road and tried to squeeze a stern look out of her pretty face, though she still looked every bit the cute and harmless lady she was.
"Mou, can you not say things like that?"
Her cheeks were red like lanterns.
"I’m working hard to support us so you’ll finally consider marrying me. When you make those kinds of promises that I can’t fulfill for you yet, it makes me feel incompetent. I’m the woman in this relationship, Chrome. It’s my duty to take care of you, okay?"
Chrome slouched in the passenger seat.
Half-lidded eyes designed his underwhelmed look.
If he was given a little time with the original owner of this body, he’d beat him to a bloody pulp for wasting time to marry a smoking-hot bombshell like her.
In his past life, a woman would verbally abuse you and kill your confidence if you couldn’t provide the luxury items she demanded. There were gold diggers, and there were wives who made their struggling husbands feel like they shouldn’t even exist. If those broken men had been married to even half the woman Lana Slot was, they’d never know a day of sadness.
"Nothing will ever make you incompetent."
Soft words from Chrome.
Lana’s cheeks set ablaze.
Screeech!
Getting flustered, her foot slammed onto the brakes.
The car jerked to a stop.
Chrome’s forehead flew forward and smashed against the glove box CRACK!
Lana panicked instantly.
"Oh my gosh! Babe!"
She held her head in her princessly hands.
"I’m such a klutz! How could I do that to you?! I just wanted to park the car, and then you started saying all those super embarrassing romantic things and... and..."
She ransacked the dashboard and console like she had a screw loose just to try and hunt down some napkins for her wounded man.
Men are delicate. Of course she’d react this way!
But by the time she finally got a tissue to tend to her clumsy mistake, Chrome gently held her wrist.
"Don’t worry."
He pulled her hand back.
"I’m fine."
Lana stared at him with a very lost face.
"Uh... are you sure?"
Chrome grinned at her like some superhero.
"I AM PERFECTLY FINE, MY ANGEL!"
He flashed her a thumbs up but there was blood flying down his forehead like a leaky faucet.
Lana looked thoroughly befuddled.
Since when was Chrome so strong?
It was kind of sexy to her.
"O-, Okay then..."
Chrome hopped out of the car and waved his confused girlfriend goodbye before heading for the imposing gates of Blue University.
He didn’t take three steps inside before his smartphone of poor quality buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and saw it was a text from his Nate, his only classmate friend.
[Nate: Chrome where the hell are you?? Why aren’t you at the central plaza yet? Quinn Hilton is looking for you and the ENTIRE university is here!]
Chrome stared at the screen, muttering to himself.
"Quinn Hilton? Looking for me?"
He dug deep into his newly acquired memories.
Instantly, a pretty face appeared in his mind.
Long, platinum-blonde hair so soft it looked like cotton candy made in heaven.
Those cold, piercing eyes.
He could even recall her scent. Lilac and berries.
Quinn Hilton.
The undisputed Campus Belle of Blue University!
She was the ice-cold, blindingly beautiful heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Hilton Group. In world where women were on top, she was the alpha predator, chased by thousands of high-society bachelors who wanted nothing more than to be her trophy husband.
Interestingly enough, she’s had a secret crush on Chrome since they were little kids.
Shrugging his shoulders, Chrome slipped the phone back into his pocket and crossed the gates.
...
The Central Plaza.
The afternoon sun was burning.
Under it were college students who were packed so tightly that there was no difference between them and a can of sardines. All that shoulder-squishing just so they could get a glimpse of the commotion.
Any drama on Quinn Hilton was worth suffering for.
And they were right.
There was a beautiful, black Bugatti Chiron resting in the center of the plaza. One look at this masterpiece and you could tell it was worth at least $3.5 million.
Flanking the vehicle was a flock of intimidating women dressed in tailored suits, guarding a velvet box placed on a luxurious pedestal.
And at the center of all that was Quinn Hilton.
She was stunning. Her milky-white skin and rosy lips gave her the ethereality of a western angel. Today, she wore a white blazer over a black silk blouse, paired with a white high-waist miniskirt that made her hips pop out and gave her long, flawless legs a sex charm.
Her eyes were usually cold enough to freeze water.
But today they softened the second she spotted Chrome squeezing his way through the crowd.
The students got goblin jealous.
"Look at him. Is that Chrome? What is he wearing?"
"A faded hoodie and cheap jeans? Fuckin’ beggar."
"How does a bottom-tier loser like him even deserve to breathe the same air as Goddess Quinn?"
"He doesn’t deserve her attention one bit!"
Chrome ignored the remarks with a tired sigh and calmly shoved his hands into his pockets as he came to a stop right before the multi-billion-dollar heiress.
"Chrome, you’re late."
Her voice was sexy like honey on velvet.
Such a voice can make a man’s legs turn to jelly.
The maturity in her tone told Chrome that she took pride in being older than him by a few years. But he didn’t mind getting the attention of an older woman.
He shrugged. "I was sleeping. What’s all this about?"
The entire crowd gasped in collective fury.
The audacity of this broke peasant to speak to Goddess Quinn so casually!
They snorted like apes with their fists out.
WHO DOES THIS MAN THINK HE IS?!
Surely the campus goddess would humble him now.
Shockingly, Quinn smiled more.
The fact that a man with nothing to his name could be so unbothered and straightforward with her made her chest flutter in a way she couldn’t explain.
She bit and sucked on her lower lip slightly as she took a good look at Chrome.
He is a snack worth looking at.
A little coins could turn him into her ideal man.
Quinn snapped her fingers.
Immediately, an assistant stepped forward and popped open the velvet box. There was a black titanium American Express Centurion card and a neatly rolled contract resting on royal black silk.
Chrome’s butt cheeks clenched fiercely.
’Wait a minute...’
It finally hit him.
’That black card has millions in it. No, no, no, noooo! System, don’t do this to me right now!’
Ding!
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Such a heartless system...
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