Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 959: Chapter 390: This Guy Is Crazy

The three common illusions women have—

He likes me.

He’s just busy.

He’ll change for me.

In the past, Tang Xintian wasn’t prone to making the mistakes ordinary women make, having a clear understanding of herself and others.

But now she’s feeling a bit restless, with an urge to mess around with Han Lie.

Can’t straighten it, no loss.

If you do straighten it... ah, pfft pfft! What’s the point of trying to straighten him out for no reason? Love Wan Wan!

Sister Da Tang was in a daze for a moment, suddenly snapped out of it, and slapped Han Lie’s thigh.

"Get your dog leg out of here!"

With a crisp smack, it sounded fresh, but for the thick-skinned Han Lie, it was hardly anything harmful.

Lazy Han remained still, spoke languidly: "Look at your attitude, and you still dare to covet my off-season... Do you deserve it?"

"I..."

Tang Xintian was so angry her chest swelled, her heart was stuffed.

Every person is an expert in their field, she can handle many things Han Lie can’t settle with money, yet LVMH would never give her any face.

If she wants to wear off-season, she has to put up with Han Lie’s smugness.

"I’m not wearing it! What’s the big deal!"

But she didn’t want to put up with it, so she simply gave up.

"Oh, how ambitious..."

Dog Lie raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin, teasing her leisurely: "Are you sure you don’t want it? You scraped together a million to buy a fund, haven’t got much money left now, right? Just by tapping my leg, you could easily earn a set of clothes worth at least tens of thousands, where else could you find such a good deal? Think about the annoying pest you’re up against today..."

Right in the feels, Old Han!

Tang Xintian was speechless, once again experiencing Han Dog’s skill in toying with people’s hearts.

Indeed, she didn’t have much money left, but it was more than enough to live on.

Oatmeal milk for breakfast, canteen at work for lunch, diet dinner in the evening, car fuel covered by subsidy, phone conversations subsidized, living in a workplace dorm apartment, as long as she stocks up on makeup, 1,000 a month is enough to live on.

So merely threatening her with money is of no use.

However, once Han Lie mentioned the nemesis, the feeling immediately changed.

Right on target!

Actually, for kids from families like hers, what to wear or carry really doesn’t matter. Would anyone dare look down on Tang Xintian for attending a gathering in work clothes?

However, women’s competitiveness is quite peculiar.

Externally, everything can be simple, but with old rivals around, no way.

If I’m not doing well, I can skip it, but if I go, I must be dazzling!

Most married men don’t understand—your lazy wife usually doesn’t bother to put on makeup when going out with you, but for a class reunion, she’s willing to spend a whole day preparing, does she have an old flame there?

Most likely not, she’s there to show off "Sis is doing well".

Everyone’s showing off, there are definitely those genuinely doing well and those pretending.

The former will definitely be boasting until the end, then going home all victorious.

The latter easily turns sentiments to sorrow with alcohol, following the flow to rekindle old feelings with someone.

There’s a saying that goes like this—those with scheming minds sneak under the covers, those with simple minds chat, neither too little nor too much roam around, the single-minded sing, and the absent-minded drink till they drop.

Who will the schemer sneak under?

Of course, one with a grudge-cracked heart!

So brothers, if your girlfriend is attending a class reunion, first assess your own situation, if it’s good, rest easy and have fun, if not, better pay extra attention...

Ahem, class dismissed!

In Han Lie’s view, today’s gathering had a bit of that class reunion vibe, so he hit Tang Xintian right where it mattered.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly the spring breeze blew across her face.

"President Han, which leg is sore?"

Dog Lie said nothing, proudly extending his right leg over.

Heart racing, hand trembling, as she touched it, Han Lie didn’t react much, but Sister Da Tang shivered instead.

Little thing is quite solid...

Ahem, she was touching Han Lie’s leg.

Little thing refers to Han Lie’s age...

After a pause, she started to gently tap and massage.

Her motions had no particular style, but her hands were smooth and soft, even through sports pants, there was still an intoxicating sensation to the touch.

Of course, the most important thing was her expression.

Her smile was professional, full of business charm, focused on being gentle and beautiful, but in her eyes was sharp determination filled with unyielding spirit and a resolve for payback in the fall.

Tsk tsk tsk, what kind of storyline is this!

The cold goddess enduring humiliation to bear the weight of working for an evil young master...

If you casually delete a couple of words from the above description, you might get a 404.

Brother Lie was extremely happy.

Some things don’t need to be done to make you happy, just being in that position is very joyous.

Screech... brake brake!

"Not bad, not bad, Sister Tian, what do you want to buy? Today’s expenses are on me, little Han!"

The dog of a man enjoyed while also pretending to be nice, keeping her always hovering on the edge of holding back and bursting out, thrilling!

Sister Da Tang thought: Since I’ve been violated anyway, why not try to straighten him out a bit?

So she not only added a bit more force but also slightly expanded the range of her finger movements.

But what’s she done this kind of work before?

Dog Lie felt pain one moment, itch the next, satisfaction was all mental, the body wasn’t pleased at all.

And the small psychological thrill, for him, this seasoned veteran, was actually a bit too bland.

As a result, she massaged all the way to no avail.

Towards the end, Sister Da Tang was discouraged.

"You’re such a pervert!"

"Flattered, flattered!"

Han Lie thought she was poking fun at his evil thoughts, and accepted it proudly.

Then Tang Xintian slumped back in the seat, lifted her long legs to rest on the front passenger seat back, skirt rustling to her thighs, but she didn’t care one bit.