85: Chapter 85 Making Money by Selling Quotas for Zhanghua Mountain Villa

Song Zhiwei watched Pei Yunxiao's pathetic retreating figure, and the stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time finally fell. She turned to look at Zhang Fan and couldn't help but smile. "Was I too fierce just now?"

"Fierce?" Zhang Fan waved his hand, his tone full of approval. "You should be that fierce! To deal with a manipulative green tea like him, you have to expose his true face. But seriously, that line from Pei Yunxiao—'I won't forgive you'—nearly killed me with laughter. Has that kid even been weaned yet?"

Song Zhiwei burst out laughing at his words. The sunlight spilled over her face, and the fear and hesitation from before were gone from her eyes, replaced only by ease and brightness.

After Song Zhiwei finished laughing, her eyes still glimmered with a hint of moisture. She turned and saw Lin Meng standing where she was, her left hand clutching the CET-4 registration form and her right hand unconsciously picking at the hem of her clothes, her gaze filled with hesitation.

When Pei Yunxiao, Li Na, and Wang Ting left earlier, Lin Meng hadn't followed them. Now she stood there like a student who had lost her way.

"Why are you still dazing? Weren't you going to sign up for the CET-4?" Song Zhiwei walked over, her tone gentler than it had been with Li Na and the others.

Although Lin Meng had chimed in before, she hadn't taken the initiative to bully her like the other two had; she had at least left some room for decency.

Lin Meng hurriedly followed, the form in her hand nearly falling to the ground. After taking two steps, she couldn't help but ask in a small voice, "Weiwei, what you said just now... was it true? You aren't the daughter of the Pei family's servant?"

Song Zhiwei's finger, which was currently logging into the registration system, paused. She turned to look at her, the corners of her mouth curling up. "Lin Meng, do you think a child of the wealthiest Song family would have the surname Pei?"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, causing Lin Meng to freeze instantly as the CET-4 registration form in her hand fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

She looked at Song Zhiwei's profile—her exquisite features exuded an air of nobility even without makeup. The seemingly ordinary dress she was wearing was one Lin Meng had seen in a luxury store before; it cost five figures. How could a servant's daughter afford to wear that?

Thinking back on those words about "Young Master Pei helping Song Zhiwei" now, they were all a joke.

"You... you're the Eldest Miss of the Song Family?" Lin Meng's voice was trembling. The contempt she previously felt for Song Zhiwei instantly turned into overwhelming shame. "Then why didn't you say so earlier? We thought..."

"Thought I depended on Pei Yunxiao to live?" Song Zhiwei smiled, her gaze tinged with self-deprecation. "I was stupid before and thought Pei Yunxiao was good. Now that I've woken up, I naturally won't play the fool anymore."

She quickly finished filling out her registration info and scanned the QR code on the form. After confirming the payment, she said, "The procedures are done. If you don't have anything else, I'll be going."

Lin Meng hadn't recovered from the shock yet and could only watch Song Zhiwei and Zhang Fan leave, her mind in a mess.

It turned out that the "Young Master Pei" she had been currying favor with was actually a gigolo who lived off women.

And the "servant's daughter" she had always looked down upon was actually the only daughter of the wealthiest man in Jiang City. This reversal was more outrageous than a short drama.

On the other side, under the camphor tree at the school gate, Pei Yunxiao stared at Song Zhiwei's car as it disappeared at the end of the road, the resentment in his eyes nearly overflowing.

Song Zhiwei's decisiveness when she rebuked him just now, along with the suspicious looks from the surrounding students, pricked his heart like needles.

He had to reclaim his dignity and let Song Zhiwei know that even without her, he could still walk tall in Jiang City.

His fingertip scrolled through his contacts, finally stopping at the name "Ruan Shu." After dialing, his tone was as cold as ice. "Ruan Shu, arrange a gathering tonight and invite Song Zhiwei out. I want her to see the consequences of crossing me."

On the other end of the phone, Ruan Shu was applying man-killer red lipstick in front of the mirror. The stick had just touched the corner of her lips when she heard the word "gathering," and her eyes instantly lit up. Her voice was full of fawning arrogance. "Don't worry, Young Master Pei! I already told her about dinner this morning, and she agreed immediately! Where should we hold it? Still just the three of us?"

"Three people aren't enough." Pei Yunxiao leaned back against the seat of the maybach, his fingers rubbing the watch Song Zhiwei had given him as he intentionally raised his voice. "Call a few more from our school. I'll book a private room at Zhanghua Mountain Villa—let Song Zhiwei see that even if she's close to that wild man now, I can still treat people at the most expensive place in Jiang City. Without me, she wouldn't even be able to find the entrance to Zhanghua Mountain Villa!"

"Zhanghua Mountain Villa?!" Ruan Shu's voice rose sharply, and the lipstick in her hand dropped onto the dressing table with a 'clack'. "Is that the legendary Zhanghua Mountain Villa where a single meal costs hundreds of thousands and a top-floor suite is 3.6 million a night? Young Master Pei, you're too amazing! In all my years, I've only ever seen it in short videos!"

Hearing Ruan Shu's ignorant exclamation, the frustration in Pei Yunxiao's heart mostly dissipated, and he even forgot the embarrassment of being rebuked by Song Zhiwei earlier.

This feeling of being flattered and worshipped was even more comfortable than Song Zhiwei's previous submissiveness.

He paused intentionally, putting on an air of nonchalance. "Heh, it's just okay, a place I go to often. Call a few more people—they need to be ones who can handle Song Zhiwei. Don't call anyone useless."

"Handle Song Zhiwei? I'm an expert at that!" Ruan Shu replied immediately, her eyes darting around.

Several names instantly popped into her head: Lin Meng, Li Na, and Wang Ting, who usually bullied Song Zhiwei with her, as well as that Blondie who always followed Pei Yunxiao around. These people were the best at reading the room; they would definitely help her squeeze Song Zhiwei out when the time came.

After hanging up, Ruan Shu looked at herself in the mirror, and an idea suddenly occurred to her.

Zhanghua Mountain Villa! This might be the only chance in her life to get in. Why should she take Li Na and the others for free?

She pulled up a WeChat group and first sent a private message to Li Na: "Young Master Pei is treating us to dinner at Zhanghua Mountain Villa tonight. I'll bring you along, but you have to give me a 500-yuan 'slot fee.' Think about it, is 500 yuan worth it to open your eyes in a place like that for once in your life?"

Li Na had just parted ways with Pei Yunxiao and was feeling depressed about not getting any benefits. When she saw the message, her eyes widened. "Zhanghua Mountain Villa? For real? 500 yuan, right? I'll transfer it to you now!"

After transferring the money in seconds, she didn't forget to add: "Shushu, remember to put in a few good words for me in front of Young Master Pei when the time comes!"

Ruan Shu looked at the 500 yuan that had arrived, her smile almost reaching her ears. She then proceeded to message Lin Meng, Wang Ting, and Blondie with the same pitch—"A 500-yuan slot fee to take you to see the world at Zhanghua Mountain Villa."

Before long, the money from Wang Ting and Blondie had both arrived. Only Lin Meng hadn't replied.

She sat at her desk with her legs crossed, and while withdrawing the money to her bank card, she slapped her thigh in regret. "I lost out! If I knew it was this easy to sell, I should have set it at 1,000 yuan! These two didn't even hesitate; they were clearly afraid they wouldn't get a spot!"

Five minutes later, Lin Meng still hadn't replied. Ruan Shu frowned and muttered to herself, "What's she acting all high and mighty for? She usually follows Li Na around for free food and drinks, but now that I'm giving her a chance to enter Zhanghua Mountain Villa, she's putting on airs?"