Crushing Scum in the Spotlight

She turned back, expecting to see an old man with a proud little fox, but only saw Yue Ding being entangled by Chu Daizi.

Lin Xiaoman realized that Yue Ding was the original owner’s fiancé.

“He’s now making his way into film and television, investing in many TV shows and movies,” Ning Yumei’s words carried a tone of schadenfreude. “If you followed him, you might even get to play a leading role.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

Although she didn’t know that Chu Daizi’s sugar daddy was her powerful background fiancé, from the beginning, she had no intention of having any connection with that man. Even if they were to be friends, she had her principles.

Men like those dissolute wealthy older men were not on her list of choices.

“If sister likes him, you can have him.”

“Just keep acting tough,” Ning Yumei’s gaze swept over her.

The man next to her suddenly laughed.

“Miss Lin has keen insight. As a counter gentleman, I indeed know the price of her outfit.” The man stepped forward and extended his hand to Lin Xiaoman. “Xue Chenyan, you can call me Xiaoyan.”

Lin Xiaoman didn’t find him unpleasant and shook his hand: “Call me Xiaoman.”

“Young Master Xue is too modest. Your Tianming Group has so many shopping malls. How can you be just a counter gentleman?” Ning Yumei spoke while glancing at Lin Xiaoman with a warning look.

Tianming Group owned hundreds of shopping malls in the country, investing in hotels, imports, and even touching the film industry. It was said they only had one son who was studying abroad, and it seemed he had returned.

“Are the appearance requirements for counter gentlemen this high now?” Lin Xiaoman provocatively looked back at Ning Yumei and smiled slightly, turning her gaze to Xue Chenyan.

Xue Chenyan laughed again: “Xiaoman, you’re so interesting.”

“If it can make you happy, I can say more.”

Xue Chenyan blushed slightly, looking adorably shy.

“Don’t worry, my good talk won’t make you buy anything,” Lin Xiaoman teased.

“It’s a deal.”

Xue Chenyan looked at her and carefully asked, “Can we meet often in the future?”

As if afraid she might misunderstand, he quickly added: “I just want to hear you talk.”

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