“Hahaha, did the streamer just crash and burn?”
“So disgusting. Another one of those fishing setups. Whoever gets in the car is automatically a gold digger, right?”
“This beauty is smoking hot. Pat your thigh and send a Carnival!”
“Lei, don't chicken out. If this beauty gets in your car, I'll send ten cartons of Huazi!”
“Holy crap! There's another one! And she's a knockout too!”
“Damn, is that a Martin key in her hand? Could she be the friend that hottie was talking about?”
Mu Yue looked at the live comments being relayed by the system, and the smile on her face turned cold. She said to Wen Xue and Xiang Xin, “I've parked the car. But are we sure we want to have fun at this place? Getting hassled by ugly losers right at their front door? Their service standards seem pretty low.”
“Ugly losers?!”
“Damn, Lei's about to go nuclear, isn't he?”
“Hahaha, the streamer's tilted. I'm dying. He really wrecked hard tonight.”
“Give it a rest. Neither of them is interested in you.”
“I want this one, I want this one! A rich heiress like her is perfect! Too bad she's dressed so conservatively.”
Mu Yue hadn't said it quietly. The two doormen at the club entrance heard her, and their expressions changed. Wen Xue and Xiang Xin weren't dressed cheaply either, but the club staff had probably judged them by their cars. Their rides were ordinary, and Xiang Xin still hadn't mastered the art of looking the part. She kept tugging awkwardly at her clothes. It was her first time at a place like this, and she couldn't hide her curiosity.
To these people, those little gestures meant she lacked confidence. Even the luxury labels she wore looked like knockoffs.
But Mu Yue was different. From head to toe, there wasn't a single ordinary item on her. Everything was from the latest autumn collection, pieces not even available in regular stores yet. The pearl handbag in her hand especially was a globally limited edition. Even VIPs couldn't get one; only VIC clients were qualified to buy it, and even then, there was no guarantee they could get their hands on one. A club like this was the ultimate test of one's eye for luxury, so someone soon came out to smooth things over.
Wen Xue rolled her eyes. If she'd known this would happen, she would have driven a luxury car too. They had only been waiting outside for someone for a few minutes, and some sleazebag had already latched onto them.
Naturally, the club staff didn't want to offend either side. After all, the man in the sports car clearly had money. They couldn't tell which wealthy family he belonged to, but he did look familiar. He was a regular.
“This little lady is being rather rude, isn't she?” The man in the car got out. He was decked out in designer labels as well, and deliberately showed off the watch on his wrist.
Mu Yue showed no expression. Her eyelids barely shifted before she replied even more bluntly, “How much's the rental?”
“Rental? What rental?” Before Streamer Lei could say anything, one of the onlookers spoke first.
Mu Yue gave a soft laugh. “The daily rental fee for the car. She glanced at the license plate. Isn't the registered owner surnamed Song? Sir, is your surname Song?”
“...” The man with the sports car was speechless. His expression froze for a moment before he forced a helpless smile. “I think you've misunderstood something.”
“Misunderstanding?” Mu Yue slipped the keys into her bag, her expression and tone dripping with disdain. “Wasn’t that outfit you wore last night rented from XX Mall? The car isn’t yours, and neither is that getup. Tch!”
The streamer’s smile vanished completely. Panicking, he raised his voice. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you looking down on people just because of that? Let me tell you, this is slander!”
Wen Xue said, “He’s panicking, he’s panicking! Hahaha! So it really was rented? That’s hilarious!”
“Pfft!” The onlookers couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughter breaking out one after another. This was way too embarrassing.
But the reaction in the livestream comments, visible on the phone filming from the passenger seat, was even bigger. Waves of comments flooded in. The person behind the camera could no longer stay seated either; he hurried out of the car and shot the streamer meaningful looks.
The streamer pointed at Mu Yue, looking as though he intended to make her pay. Mu Yue gave a cold laugh. “I hate it when people point at me. Think I’m making things up? Don’t worry—the evidence will be posted online soon enough. You were secretly filming just now, right? Livestreaming? I never agreed to be on camera. Get ready to be sued.”
“Run if you want. I can still find you.” Mu Yue watched the two of them scramble back into the car, her voice unhurried and low, like a devil’s whisper. Then she swept her gaze over the crowd and asked innocently, “Hm? Wasn’t someone just saying how jealous they were? You wanted to get into that yellow sports car, didn’t you? Why aren’t you chasing after it? In a minute, you won’t even be able to see its taillights.”
The man who had said that earlier lowered his head, his face burning red with embarrassment. Under his breath, he muttered, “So what if she has a little money? What’s so great about that?”
Those standing nearby heard him and instinctively moved a couple of steps away, giving him contemptuous looks. The sourness coming off him was overwhelming.
Wen Xue took a deep breath. “Ahh, now that that dickhead is gone, the air smells so much better!”
Xiang Xin, ever the eager flatterer but also completely sincere, said, “What are you talking about? That’s obviously Sis Mu’s fragrance!”
The staff from the club came over with welcoming smiles, apologizing again and again. Mu Yue was indeed rather dissatisfied with their service, but since Wen Xue had chosen the place, she didn’t say anything more. The three of them entered the club together.
On the way in, Wen Xue and Xiang Xin were still marveling at the coincidence. Mu Yue had spotted that poser at XX Mall yesterday. They just hadn’t expected the car to be rented too. The more they thought about it, the funnier it became.
Mu Yue filled them in on some background. That guy usually rented different luxury cars and used them specifically to pick up women. On one hand, he made this kind of content for livestreams to gain followers and solicit donations; on the other, he could actually trick women into sleeping with him or giving him money.
“That’s disgusting! Why haven’t they banned such vulgar livestreams?” Xiang Xin didn’t watch livestreams, but she knew there were plenty of suggestive ones. Usually, though, it was female streamers people talked about. This was the first time she had run into a male streamer like this. And his brand of sleaze was different from those handsome male streamers—it was cheaper and even more shameless.
“Can’t be helped.” Wen Xue was more accustomed to it. “All right, let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
Mu Yue followed behind the others as the manager led them into a private room. The atmosphere and the quality of the male hosts, however, left her somewhat disappointed. This place was nowhere near as good as the one she'd visited in H City before.
The innocent-looking ones were trying far too hard; the macho types had nothing but muscles, their features lacking refinement; and those with better-looking faces had an androgynous, slightly flirtatious air about them. They looked like bottoms.
Compared with them, a thought inevitably surfaced in Mu Yue's mind:
Wen Yuanting was better than all of them.
Tsk.
Forget it. Wen Xue was treating them, so Mu Yue would go along with whatever she wanted. The only real merit of the place was that the hosts had sweet tongues and knew how to make conversation. They clearly wanted the women to spend money, yet never said so outright or pushed their services aggressively.
Wen Xue only wanted to satisfy a bit of curiosity and let Xiang Xin have a taste of the experience. She had never intended to take things any further. Wei Xuan was one concern, but the bigger issue was hygiene.
Mu Yue didn't touch anyone. If she wasn't interested, she couldn't be bothered. While Wen Xue and Xiang Xin played around, she sat there scrolling through her phone.
The system buddies had already uploaded the evidence proving that that piece-of-shit streamer rented his clothes and car. They had dug up the information themselves. Naturally, she hadn't gone to that mall yesterday. If he hadn't put himself in her path, she would never have bothered investigating some random stranger. But since the idiot had come looking for trouble, that was his own fault.
The moment the evidence came out, the streamer's fans on the platform exploded.
From the beginning, the streamer had presented himself as a rich young heir. He loved luxury cars and could rattle off facts about every brand and model, sounding impressively knowledgeable. It was convincing enough to fool people. Those who followed him were really immersing themselves in his identity and perspective. When he picked up girls, they felt as though they were the ones doing it too, and it thrilled them.
But now, his persona was fake. That alone would have been bad enough, but he had also failed to hook up with the beautiful woman he was after, only to be exposed right in front of everyone. With the evidence laid out for all to see, it was like being jolted awake from a dream. Of course his fans were furious.
“Fuck you, you idiot! Give us our money back!”
“You worthless piece of trash. Who the hell were you trying to fool?”
“Just wait. You dared play me? If I don't find someone to screw you over, I'll take your last name!”
“*** you, you ***!”
Every video was flooded with comments like these. They cursed his ancestors, cursed every part of his body, leaving no angle uncovered. His account was effectively finished.
But that alone wasn't enough.
Mu Yue still had that lawyer card she hadn't used. Now was the time.
He had secretly livestreamed her and filmed her face, while the chat had been full of filthy remarks. Letting him off with only this would not satisfy Mu Yue. She intended to make sure he learned his lesson properly.
And not just him. Anyone who had discussed her in that livestream or judged her appearance, she had no intention of letting a single one of them off the hook. Even if it cost her some points, she didn't care.
That was right. She was just that petty.
Either make sure she never finds out, or accept your bad luck.
You like leaving comments, huh? Well then, sorry—but you’d better pray you haven’t said anything too disgusting online. Otherwise, starting tomorrow, you’ll be socially dead.
Using their online records and real-name information, Mu Yue pulled their posts from the past month and mass-sent them to every contact across all their social media apps.
It was quite a workload, and it cost Mu Yue 200 points. But that was fine. As long as it made her feel good, it was worth it.
Unexpectedly, the 200 points she had just spent came right back to her. Apparently, this kind of unlawful behavior also counted as villainous conduct, and there was a reward for it.
Well, she had no choice but to accept it.
Speaking of scams, Mu Yue thought of another member of the womanizer’s future inner circle: the philandering playboy, a womanizing con artist.
This playboy was rather good-looking, and his methods were far more sophisticated than that streamer’s. He never showed his face on camera. He was excellent at putting on an act, spinning stories, and patiently reeling people in. He was especially skilled at deceiving women of all ages.
He conned them out of both money and sex, yet still called himself affectionate. He claimed to love every one of them and insisted that he was sincere in every relationship.
How else could he get along so well with the male lead? Those two scumbags were cut from the same cloth.
In the original story, the womanizer took him in after he suffered a spectacular downfall and was recognized by several women at once. The womanizer helped him smooth things over, and the two hit it off immediately. Later, they worked together: during a high-stakes business deal, the con artist seduced the opposing party’s wife, while the womanizer obtained proof of her affair and negotiated with her husband, ultimately securing enormous profits.
The male lead was currently down on his luck and incapable of stirring up trouble. Mu Yue thought this was the perfect opportunity. Before he had the chance to gather allies, she would take out all of his future wings first.
The lock-picking thief had already been dealt with. Next up was this philandering playboy.
The con artist should just go to prison obediently! Breaking up families, swindling people out of money, and acting proud of it too?
Mu Yue narrowed her eyes slightly. She had originally planned to send the system buddies into action, but considering that they had already been busy for quite a while tonight, she decided to let the four little ones rest first and deal with it tomorrow.
The four systems: QAQ
Their host was just too kind!
What did this tiny bit of work amount to? They were about to speak up and tell their host to give them as many orders as she wanted, when they saw that her attention had already returned to the group of male models.
Hmm, there was a new performance.
None of the men caught Mu Yue’s eye, but they really did dance well. Wen Yuanting was always saying he wanted to do something for her—so could he learn this dance for her?
She kind of wanted to see him perform it. That wasn’t... too much to ask, was it?
