Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed

Chapter 676: Chapter 236 Li Scumbag: No, You’ve Come at Just the Right Time (Seeking Monthly Votes)_3

"Mmm-hmm, go ahead," Wang Lisha said.

After Li Yuan left, Wang Lisha whispered to Deng Meiqi, "Meiqi, do you feel something special when you’re near Li Yuan?"

Deng Meiqi joked, "What special feeling? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for him, too?"

"Nonsense!" Wang Lisha blushed fiercely, her eyes filled with confusion as she spoke. "I don’t know why, but when I’m up close with Li Yuan, I feel intimidated."

"Ah, it’s not exactly fear... how should I put it? It’s like the reverence you feel in front of a school principal or a leader. Li Yuan seems to have this special, oppressive aura about him."

Deng Meiqi nodded softly. "I feel the same way. I think it must be the pressure from all of Li Yuan’s different identities. He’s an online writer with a monthly income of a million, a renowned musical prodigy, and the founder of the Zhihu website. It’s said that the website is already valued at over 500 million. If he were to sell the site, he would instantly become a hundred-millionaire. Sometimes, facing him feels like you’re dealing with a business tycoon, and you can’t help but feel a little small."

Wang Lisha nodded in agreement. "I just looked it up online. A birthday party of this caliber would cost fifty or sixty thousand alone. Add the Tiffany necklace Li Yuan gave her, and the total has to be a six-figure sum..."

"Tsk tsk, that’s enough money for a down payment on a studio apartment in Modu. Li Yuan really spares no expense. No wonder neither Weixi nor Tingyue is willing to be the first to break up with him."

Deng Meiqi chuckled. "At this point, whichever of them breaks up with him first would be a fool. Finding another boyfriend as handsome, talented, and generous as Li Yuan would be like searching for a needle in a haystack—practically impossible."

Wang Lisha nodded in total agreement before adding another deeply felt complaint.

"Meiqi, have you noticed? Ever since Weixi and Tingyue started dating Li Yuan, our standards have gotten higher. Seeing them in designer clothes and high-end jewelry, driving luxury cars, and living in mansions makes that lavish lifestyle feel attainable to us as well. When we look at other guys now, they just don’t seem to measure up... You know, the other day, a guy from the class next door asked me out for a simple hot pot dinner, and he actually wanted to go dutch. Then he agonized over buying a milk tea that only cost a few yuan. I was utterly speechless..."

Li Yuan had no idea about the two girls’ private discussion. If he knew, he would probably just laugh it off, finding it only natural.

This phenomenon is an enduring social reality and the fundamental reason why big cities are said to have a hundred million "leftover women." Accustomed to the glitz and glamour of the big city and a lifestyle of high consumption, how could they possibly be willing to endure hardship?

It is easy to go from frugal to lavish, but difficult to return to frugality from extravagance.

With the rapid development of the economy, material comforts are constantly improving. In turn, people’s moral baselines continue to decline. An era of mocking poverty but not prostitution had begun to dawn.

After greeting everyone, Li Yuan quietly sat down next to Zhong Tingyue. Gazing at her drunken cheeks, he gently stroked her hair.

"Little Moon, you seem a bit upset."

Holding a wine glass, her cheeks flushed, Zhong Tingyue looked at Li Yuan and asked in a sour tone, "Senior, why aren’t you keeping her company anymore?"

Li Yuan ruffled Zhong Tingyue’s hair and teased, "Little Moon, are you drinking wine or vinegar? Because I can smell the jealousy from here!"

"Hmph, you infuriating senior! So what if I’m jealous? Is there a problem with that?" Zhong Tingyue pouted, staring straight at Li Yuan. "You still haven’t answered my question."

Li Yuan reached out and wrapped his arm around Zhong Tingyue’s slender, silky waist, pulling her into his embrace. He leaned in and whispered close to her ear. Then, as she trembled slightly, he gently nibbled her earlobe.

Zhong Tingyue shivered as if electrocuted. A blush instantly spread from her cheeks to her ears and down her neck.

"Little Moon, you look so adorable and sexy when you’re jealous. It makes me want to devour you."

Zhong Tingyue, who was a little drunk, gave Li Yuan a sultry look and beckoned him closer. "Hmph, then come on, Senior. I’ll be waiting for you to devour me tonight."

The moment he met her seductive gaze, the fire of desire in Li Yuan’s heart was ignited, and his body reacted. He no longer cared that it was Bai Weixi’s birthday party. He embraced Zhong Tingyue tightly and pressed his lips against hers. At the same time, one of his hands began to restlessly roam over her long legs, sheathed in black Balenciaga stockings.

"Mmmph, Senior, what are you doing? Don’t..."

"Little Moon, you started this. Now I can’t hold back. What are you going to do about it?"

"Hmph, I don’t care! Just let me go. If Weixi comes and sees this, she’ll definitely get angry."

"I don’t know if she’ll get angry, but you’re angry right now, aren’t you, my jealous Little Moon? From now on, I’ll just call you my little sour grape!"

"Who’s jealous? I just feel a bit uncomfortable, that’s all."

"Heh, and you still say you’re not jealous? Then why were you drinking so much by yourself? Don’t tell me you suddenly developed a love for alcohol. You were obviously trying to drown your sorrows and numb yourself."

"Hmph, it’s none of your business! Let me go. I won’t drink anymore, okay?"

"I can let you go, but first, you have to agree to one request."