Chapter 33: Is That Man Ji Bochang?

Laime Music Studio.

Wang Ting glanced at the LV bag and Cartier Ballon Bleu watch Jian Wei'an wore today, but felt nothing at all, even finding it a bit ridiculous. Yesterday she was still carrying a cheap bag, and today it's LV? And that watch cost 290,000 yuan. Ha—impossible. Clearly a gold-digger. She must have seen her boyfriend give her a designer bag, so she specially bought some knockoffs to package herself.

Wang Ting had no time to mock Jian Wei'an right now; she was busy watching the Bentley livestream. She'd watched from start to finish as "Ji Bochang" bought the Bentley. Shocking—absolutely shocking. The life of the rich was truly enviable. If only she could be his girlfriend—what happiness that would be.

It wasn't by chance that Wang Ting saw Ji Bochang buy the Bentley; it was the magic of big data. Men like scrolling through videos of pretty girls, so the algorithm pushes them more. Wang Ting liked to watch videos about heirs to fortunes, so the algorithm eagerly pushed her videos and livestreams about rich second generation types.

But as an experienced connoisseur of the wealthy, Wang Ting had seen her share—most of those so-called heirs were fake, social media influencers playing a role. Today’s Ji Bochang, though, was the real deal. He bought a Bentley in seconds, paid in full, and strode away with flair—no mere small-time rich kid.

Wang Ting didn't hesitate to enter Ji Bochang's Douyin account and send him a private message:
"Hello, my name is Wang Ting, 22 years old, just graduated from university, 168cm tall, single. Big Brother Ji, may I get to know you? I'm in Shudu too."
A self-introduction, and being in Shudu meant she was available to meet anytime. She attached a sultry selfie as well.

Wang Ting was quite satisfied with her looks and figure, confident that as long as Ji Bochang saw her, he would like her.
Ring, ring—her phone vibrated. Her boyfriend was calling.
"Hello, darling? Dinner? Sure, call me when you arrive. Bye!"
After hanging up, Wang Ting kept staring at the message page with Ji Bochang. Why wasn’t he replying yet?

The fact that Wang Ting had a boyfriend didn’t stop her from looking for another. In her own words: “I’m a woman. It’s not easy to be a woman. What’s wrong with comparing who’s better?”

…

On the subway.

Lin Ran was on his way to see Jian Wei'an, planning to surprise her with lunch. After all, they were newly together—the relationship needed nurturing, more time together, more intimacy. Only then would it reach the point where love would blossom into deeper passion.

Bored, Lin Ran opened Douyin.

What the—99+ private messages? What was this? He’d only bought a Bentley, why was everyone messaging him? His account’s followers had shot up by over 800, 90% of them women.

Opening a few messages, all he saw were photos—selfies from beautiful women eager to greet him, some rather provocative.

“Disgusting!”
A middle-aged woman nearby caught a glimpse of the photos and, scandalized, moved to another carriage.

Lin Ran was both amused and exasperated.

They sent them to me! I wasn’t searching for this stuff!

Without exception, all the pretty women who sent photos claimed to be single. So this was the life of a rich heir? The moment your wealth was exposed, you became a target.

…

Half an hour later.

Ring, ring—Wang Ting answered her boyfriend’s call:
"Hello, darling? You’re here? Alright, I’ll be right down. Love you, muah!"
She grabbed her bag and left. Chen Tao, meanwhile, was wondering what takeaway lunch to order. Jian Wei'an glanced at the time—twenty minutes left before getting off work—but said nothing, just focused on her tasks.

As Wang Ting headed downstairs, she tapped Ji Bochang’s private messages again. Why wasn’t he replying?

Downstairs, she saw her boyfriend, Li Tai, waiting at the office building entrance. She quickly exited Douyin, put on her “happy” smile, and walked over.
“Darling, sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s go have lunch.”
Clinging to Li Tai’s arm, she chatted and laughed as they headed to an Italian restaurant.

Before long.

Lin Ran arrived at the office building. Glancing at the building directory, he found Laime Music Studio on the fifteenth floor. He took the elevator up, discovered the spacious office, and found the studio—about three hundred square meters.

The receptionist saw a handsome young man walk in and smiled, “Hello, sir. Who are you here to see?”

“Is Jian Wei'an here?”

“And you are?”

“Her uncle.”

“Her uncle? Uh... alright, one moment.”
The receptionist found it odd that her uncle looked so young. She called Jian Wei'an: “Jian Wei'an, your uncle is here.”

The studio door burst open.

“Uncle!”
Jian Wei'an rushed out, only to find Lin Ran grinning mischievously. Her face darkened. She walked up and punched him.
“Are you kidding me? I really thought my uncle had come to see me!”

The receptionist laughed, “Isn’t this your uncle?”

“Of course not. He’s my boyfriend.”

Wow! The whole office turned to look. “Your boyfriend’s quite handsome.”

Lin Ran slipped his arm around Jian Wei'an’s shoulder, beaming, “Hello everyone, my name is Lin Ran, and I’m Jian Wei'an’s boyfriend.”

Jian Wei'an blushed and pulled Lin Ran toward the elevator.

At that moment, Chen Tao came out and, seeing Lin Ran, smiled, “So this is your boyfriend, Jian Wei'an?”

She nodded, introducing them, “This is Chen Tao, my fellow intern.”

Lin Ran shook hands with him. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Chen Tao noticed the Rolex on Lin Ran’s wrist. He looked again at Jian Wei'an’s watch and bag. He concluded that Jian Wei'an’s boyfriend must be from a wealthy family—and that her bag and watch were real. With her looks, it was perfectly normal for her to date a rich heir, Chen Tao thought.

They headed downstairs together and exited the building.

“Bye!” Chen Tao waved and crossed the street to eat pork knuckle rice.

Lin Ran held Jian Wei'an’s hand. “What do you want to eat for lunch? You should treat yourself, working so hard every day.”

“I want meat, haha!” Jian Wei'an laughed at her own honesty.

She was a straightforward girl.

“I checked earlier—there’s an Italian restaurant nearby. Let’s go eat some meat!”

“Yay!”

At the Italian restaurant, Lin Ran booked a private room. The waiter handed them the menu, and Lin Ran gave it to Jian Wei'an.
“You order. I’ll use the restroom.”

He left for the bathroom.

At the next urinal was Li Tai, Wang Ting’s boyfriend. He glanced over—whoa, impressive. Feeling embarrassed by the comparison, Li Tai quickly finished and left.

Lin Ran finished, zipped up, washed his hands, and headed back to their room. In front of him, Li Tai opened the door to private room three.

Inside, Wang Ting hurriedly exited Douyin, lifted her chin, and smiled at her boyfriend as he entered.

The next second, a handsome man walked past in the hallway.

Huh?

Wang Ting was stunned. That outfit, that watch, that height—was it him?

A woman like Wang Ting might forget ordinary people, but a glance at a rich heir would stay with her for a lifetime.

Li Tai sat down beside her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s eat...” Wang Ting replied absent-mindedly.

But her mind was buzzing.

Was that man really Ji Bochang?