Mu Yue returned to City A with her considerable haul of spoils. Between the items she had received from her daily check-ins, the things she had purchased, and the pieces Su Mei had given her as compensation this time, her penthouse had gained several more exquisite decorations. As for the antiques that didn’t match the décor, they could only be placed in the display cases of her collection room, where they would gather dust.
Mu Yue wasn’t particularly interested in old objects. Compared with them, she preferred antique evening gowns and glittering jewelry. Since she had no shortage of either, she simply picked out a few antiques that looked genuinely old and seemed to possess considerable historical value, then donated them to a museum. She donated all the pieces Su Mei had given her as well; they were all cultural relics that had been scattered outside the country.
She didn’t bother calculating how much they were worth. To her, those things were of no practical use. To the museum, however, this was certainly no trivial matter.
The total value of Mu Yue’s donations exceeded fifty million yuan. Beyond their monetary worth, what mattered more, of course, was their historical, artistic, and scientific value. In short, after signing the contract with Mu Yue and officially completing the transfer, the museum in City A announced that once the experts had finished studying the items, it would open an exhibition of the collection and invite Mu Yue to attend.
That day was still a long way off, but Mu Yue agreed. Going to exhibitions now and then wasn’t a bad idea. More importantly, all the pieces she had donated would bear labels identifying her as the donor, or perhaps even be listed on the museum’s wall of benefactors. It would be a novel experience, and she wanted to try it.
Once she had finished dealing with the matter, the National Day holiday ended, and Mu Yue returned to campus life.
With the added attributes, classes that had once seemed difficult no longer gave Mu Yue any trouble. Even so, she didn’t let herself slack off, thinking that she was already brilliant and had studied everything before, so she could simply muddle through the final exams without failing. Mu Yue refused to become so arrogant and conceited. If she came to rely on these advantages, sooner or later her thinking would grow lazy. No matter how high her intelligence was, a person who stopped using her brain was still useless.
Therefore, Mu Yue continued to study seriously and rarely got distracted. Concentrating on her lessons and completing her assignments carefully—this kind of efficiency had become her habit. When exam season arrived, she was calm and composed rather than scrambling to stay up all night and cram at the last minute.
Compared with Mu Yue, Fang Baiwei was even more of a study fanatic. Whenever she had free time, she was either reading, doing exercises, or attending online classes. And these weren’t the free courses offered by the university; they were paid classes, some of them both difficult and expensive. Xiaoya and Jiajia only had to listen for two or three minutes before their eyes began to spin. Mu Yue had listened in for a moment too, but all she knew was that it was a branch of physics—perhaps thermodynamics and electromagnetism?
Still, thanks to Fang Baiwei and Mu Yue, no one in their dormitory became lazy about studying. None of them dragged the others into spending entire nights playing games and scrolling through videos. Mu Yue also maintained an extremely disciplined schedule. As a result, during autumn—the season when flu spread most easily—not one of the four caught it. All of them looked rosy and healthy.
“Achoo!” Wen Yuanting turned his face aside and sneezed. He was standing several meters away from Mu Yue. “Sorry, junior. I probably can’t be your driver for the next few days. I’m worried I’ll infect you. If you have any other tasks, preferably things that can be done online—making spreadsheets, conducting surveys, that sort of thing—I can handle them for you.”
Wen Yuanting’s cold seemed rather severe. The skin beneath his eyes was red, and his eyes were misty with moisture. That hint of vulnerability made him look completely different from usual.
“Okay, then. Make sure you get plenty of rest, Senior.” Mu Yue gave him another couple of glances before asking about the insurance he had bought for his family.
“I’ve already bought it.” Wen Yuanting wore an indescribable expression. Ordinary people generally wouldn’t buy expensive commercial insurance for no reason. To persuade his family to purchase it, Wen Yuanting had come up with quite a few schemes. His father ran a martial arts school himself, so convincing him had been fairly easy. His mother and younger sister—especially his mother—had been much more difficult.
Mu Yue knew there had to be a story. “What happened?”
Wen Yuanting shook his head. “They thought I’d been scammed.”
He hadn’t had the nerve to tell Mu Yue directly that his parents had suspected he had fallen victim to one of those scams involving intimate videos. After that, they had assumed he was dating Mu Yue and that her family sold insurance, so he was simply running business for his girlfriend.
The latter misunderstanding had been easy enough to resolve. When Zhao Yang came over during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he opened his big mouth and revealed everything. Only then did Wen Yuanting’s family learn that the girl he was pursuing was a rich heiress and had absolutely nothing to do with insurance. The focus of the matter immediately shifted from the insurance to this young lady from a wealthy family.
It was still Zhao Yang’s fault. That bastard not only had a big mouth, but quick hands as well. Seeing that Wen Yuanting’s entire family was practically shooting laser beams from their eyes with curiosity, he dug out the group photo from the Youth Association. After that, things charged off in an entirely different direction and became impossible to stop.
Thinking about the advice his sister had given him that very day, Wen Yuanting hurriedly took a sip of water to cover his embarrassment.
Mu Yue laughed when she heard about the scam. However, she hadn’t received any points related to Wen Yuanting yet. Logically speaking, once the insurance had been purchased, even if Wen Yuanting and his family encountered trouble later, his sister wouldn’t follow that womanizer anymore. Mu Yue should have received those points in advance, even if they weren’t many.
It seemed she still had to wait until New Year’s Day. Only after resolving all the other factors could she safely obtain those ten thousand points, along with the points connected to Wen Yuanting’s sister.
After chatting with Wen Yuanting for a while, Mu Yue returned to her dormitory. Xiang Xin had already brought her dinner. Today’s meal had been prepared at home: several medicinal dishes meant to nourish the body, relieve autumn dryness, and protect the spleen and stomach. The bitterness of the herbs had been removed, leaving behind only the fragrance they contributed after blending with the ingredients. She had just finished one bowl when she received a message from Wen Xue.
She was back in City A this week. The invitation that had been delayed for so long—would Mu Yue still be willing to go?
Mu Yue replied with a funny sticker. She didn’t send a single word beyond that. Normally, this kind of timid yet formal tone meant that Wei Xuan was sitting right beside her and could see her phone. Wen Xue didn’t even need to use a code with Mu Yue; Mu Yue understood instantly.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, seven or eight messages came flying back from Wen Xue’s side.
“Damn it! That bastard suddenly came back and looked at my phone!”
“The idiot has no sense of privacy!”
“What are we eating tomorrow?”
“You have no idea how insane the company is. I’m already so skinny I’m practically down to my bones, and they still won’t let me eat or drink what I want. Tomorrow I’m going to eat an entire cow!”
“Babe, have you eaten? I haven’t. I’m starving to death, and that bastard is still changing clothes. He’s being so damn coquettish!”
Mu Yue couldn’t help laughing as she read them. She could practically picture Wen Xue lowering her brows and acting meekly one second, then leaping up and cursing like a sailor the next.
She replied timidly, “How about seafood? Low-fat and delicious.”
Wen Xue sent back an “OK” sticker and began listing dish after dish. As Mu Yue read, she found herself craving the food too and started naming two dishes she wanted to eat.
Wen Xue sent two more reaction stickers, and then there was no further response.
Mu Yue’s expression turned subtle, and her thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to the plot of The White Moonlight. Simply put, the story was mostly sex, interspersed with face-slapping, heartbreak, misunderstandings, and a pursuit of one’s wife. At its core, it was still about sex. Even though the original novel was relatively clean, its author clearly wasn’t like most people—the writing was surprisingly intense.
As for the male lead, this domineering CEO was also incredibly obsessed with the female lead’s body, taking every opportunity to sleep with her. Judging from Wen Xue’s tone, though, she didn’t seem particularly innocent herself. The persona she presented in the novel was purely an act.
According to Wen Xue, the role she played was the white moonlight from Wei Xuan’s memories: kind and gentle, but a little timid; fond of relying on him and trusting him completely; cute at all times, yet confident and sunny. As for what Wen Xue was really like, she couldn’t care less whether it matched Wei Xuan’s memories. After all, she wasn’t after the man—she was only after his money.
Even if a woman was after money, men all had their own unpleasant quirks. You could never make your motives too obvious. You had to act as though you didn’t love money at all and loved only the man. That was the only way to keep those men interested for longer. If she had made it clear from the beginning that theirs was simply a money-for-services arrangement, Wei Xuan would have tired of her long ago. It would have been too vulgar.
So, after playing the white moonlight, Wen Xue also had to act devoted and insecure in her everyday life, switching between the two personas. Her acting skills were focused on that, leaving her no time to waste on those terrible films. If it was a good film, however, she would still put in some effort. Those performances were among the few classic scenes and clips that had earned Wen Xue fans in the entertainment industry.
Returning to the matter at hand, Mu Yue suddenly remembered that the original “Mu Yue’s” storyline was probably approaching.
After finishing her meal, Mu Yue looked through the novel, and sure enough, it was coming soon. In the original story, this penniless Mu Yue had already started working at a club. In half a month, she would meet the domineering CEO, fail to carry a tray of drinks properly, and bump into him, dirtying his clothes.
The White Moonlight’s role in the story was to provide the counterattack system. Its requirement was for Mu Yue to get into a conflict with the male lead, the domineering CEO, on that particular day. Her identity didn’t matter. After all, this was a counterattack story—there was no way her status could be like that of the female lead’s friend in a school-life novel.
Half a month. It was coming up fast.
And getting into a conflict with the male lead would be no trouble at all for Mu Yue. With a man like him—someone who thought the world belonged to him—it would be far too easy.
She didn’t even need to wait until they met. Mu Yue had already thought of two ways, one of which could even involve Wen Xue. For example, she could pick a fight with Wen Xue over some offense Wen Xue had given her at the party last time.
Mu Yue didn’t pay it much attention. She planned to improvise when the time came. Perhaps something even more interesting would happen.
For now, though, she was full and ready to start playing a five-person team game with her system babies. The four little fellows had been waiting for her for ages.
A week later, Mu Yue checked in and opened a mystery box, receiving something good: [Three Floors of Office Space]
This item was no ordinary reward. The three floors referred to specific floors in the most expensive office building in A City’s business district. Each floor covered seven to eight thousand square meters and was worth six to ten billion yuan. Mu Yue owned three consecutive floors.
In other words, overnight, Mu Yue had acquired office space in A City worth several tens of billions of yuan. She was now a genuinely wealthy woman with an astonishing net worth.
Mu Yue didn’t know exactly how the God of Wealth System had managed it, but judging from the people who contacted her, the three floors had been purchased with real money.
Afterward, she asked Little Mi from the system about it. Little Mi explained that the money had indeed been real—and completely legal. It could collect ownerless items left behind in this world and exchange them for its host. Besides valuables, these included unclaimed inheritances.
That finally cleared up Mu Yue’s confusion. She had wondered whether the system’s money simply appeared out of thin air.
At the same time, news that the middle three floors of the office building owned by Boguang had changed hands spread through various circles in an extremely short time.
A change of ownership alone was nothing extraordinary. What made it impossible to ignore was that the buyer had paid for all three floors in full at once. That was truly terrifying. Just who had the ability to produce more than two billion yuan in one go? And this was Boguang—not a place one could buy into simply by having money!
