30: Jiang Mengyuan's classes are showing initial results.

After paying the 100,000 yuan registration fee,

Jiang Mengyuan felt a twinge of heartache over the money.

Cao Lang had given her 550,000 yuan, and she had already spent over 300,000 just signing up for various courses.

In the past, Jiang Mengyuan thought a 5,000 yuan guitar lesson was expensive and couldn't bear to spend the money.

But now, to learn how to please Cao Lang, she spent hundreds of thousands on "Charm," Sexual Arts, Etiquette and Appearance Management, makeup, styling, and more.

It was true that the more she learned, the more she felt in awe of the world.

Many of her fellow students were prettier and sexier than her, and some were even graduates of prestigious Ivy League schools abroad, yet they still couldn't find a benefactor willing to spend money on them!

Meanwhile, she, a regular girl who only graduated from a junior college, was favored by Cao Lang and drove a Ferrari to class.

When she drove away in her Ferrari, those "socialites" were so jealous their eyes were nearly spitting fire, turning purple with envy.

Back home, Jiang Mengyuan found a grey silk skirt, a white high-necked base shirt, and paired them with a grey trench coat.

The white high-necked shirt was tight and form-fitting; her curves were hidden beneath the trench coat, partially visible and inviting endless imagination.

The silk skirt was smooth and soft, sexy yet decent. Her shapely long legs had beautiful lines, wrapped in thin nude stockings, giving her a youthful look while perfectly highlighting the advantages of her pear-shaped figure.

On her feet, she wore a pair of canvas shoes, simple and plain.

She spun around a few times in front of the mirror, becoming more satisfied the more she looked.

Previously, she only knew how to wear cheap tight jeans; while they showcased her peach-like buttocks to the greatest extent, they lacked the aesthetic of an Oriental woman.

Now, with careful styling, there was indeed a qualitative leap visually.

Those etiquette classes really weren't for nothing! Styling truly is a science!

Jiang Mengyuan carefully took a few selfies, sending them to Cao Lang first before posting them on her Moments.

Since she had offered her loyalty to Cao Lang, his messages on the green bubble had become fewer and fewer; he mostly gave perfunctory replies or simply left her on read.

Jiang Mengyuan also often scrolled through their chat history. She remembered when they first added each other; Cao Lang would humbly ask about her work, and she had been indifferent, giving only simple, perfunctory answers.

Who would have thought the status would reverse so drastically? She had actually become a humble female "simp," often marveling at the irony of fate. If she had known the future, she would have absolutely changed her cold attitude and shown Cao Lang the utmost care.

Now, looking at the empty chat interface, Jiang Mengyuan didn't feel the slightest bit of resentment. Instead, she worked even harder to try and catch Cao Lang's attention.

Let it be the cold shoulder then; who told him to be so rich?

Actually, Jiang Mengyuan misunderstood the "cold shoulder" part. It wasn't that Cao Lang was intentionally ignoring her, but that he really didn't have time, or he simply forgot!

It was nothing personal.

What rich person spends all day holding a phone, replying to messages on the green bubble and playing on the virtual network? Their precious time is spent offline, busy enjoying life.

On the other side of the screen, Cao Lang was enjoying an exclusive private massage from a female technician after a simple lunch in the presidential suite of the Xiwier Hotel. Suddenly receiving Jiang Mengyuan's selfies, he clicked to take a look.

"Not bad. The little girl has learned how to be modest. Take off the trench coat and take one for me to see."

When Cao Lang's message arrived, Jiang Mengyuan's eyes lit up, and she immediately complied. She carefully found several angles, including front and side views.

Viewed horizontally, it's a range; from the side, a peak; different from far, near, high, and low.

"Let me see the legs."

Jiang Mengyuan chuckled and carefully took photos of her thick, honey-toned thighs.

"Let me see the inner layer..."

As Cao Lang's requests became increasingly excessive, Jiang Mengyuan's face grew hot, but her heart was burning with excitement.

This was a sign that Cao Lang was getting hooked. Before, when she shared cat photos or gossip about her friends, he was always disinterested and reluctant to reply.

Now, just by sharing her outfit, she had Cao Lang giving her commands through the phone.

"Not showing you." Jiang Mengyuan couldn't help but curl her lips upward. Her slender fingers flew across the screen as she quickly typed and sent the message.

Soon, Cao Lang replied.

"Mwah, hurry up, Yuanyuan."

He rarely called her Yuanyuan, and his words carried an air of impatient urgency.

Jiang Mengyuan couldn't contain her excitement, but she also remembered the words of Teacher First Love: For the wealthy, you must practice delayed gratification, but don't try to be clever; replace perfunctoriness with sincerity.

What is delayed gratification? What is sincerity?

Not sending anything was definitely not an option. If she didn't, it would surely cause Cao Lang's immediate dissatisfaction, and the direct consequence would be falling out of favor.

Should she ask for a gift in exchange for the inner layer photo?

No, that wouldn't work either. Asking for gifts would make her look like a pure gold-digger.

So the right way was to send it with calculation and purpose.

Jiang Mengyuan's thoughts raced like lightning, and she had a sudden flash of inspiration.

She found an extremely revealing and sexy inner garment from the cabinet.

This expensive lingerie could be said to have saved a great deal of fabric, with a unique design.

After quickly changing into it, Jiang Mengyuan stood with her back to the mirror and took a selfie.

This photo was very well-composed, including both Jiang Mengyuan and the mirror. Not only could one see the front directly, but one could also see the back through the mirror.

Both front and back were captured, her great figure fully revealed, leaving nothing to be desired.

Jiang Mengyuan didn't rush to send it; she added a thin layer of mosaic, adding a touch of mystery.

"Why is mid-lane smoked out?"

Cao Lang was quite dissatisfied. After zooming in and looking closely, he couldn't see the key details.

However, the photo was truly taken with effort; looking at it made one's blood boil and throat go dry.

It gave one the urge to hold her in their hands and play with her, appreciating her thoroughly.

The beautiful female technician kneeling to the side and massaging him caught a glimpse of Cao Lang's phone screen and the explicit photo, causing ripples in her heart.

She was 39 this year, her figure hadn't gone out of shape, and her face was well-maintained; she had a family and children.

If she went back twenty years, would she be able to catch the attention of the young master before her?

"If you want to see the live action, why doesn't Big Brother come inside the smoke and see for himself?"

Jiang Mengyuan sent playfully.

"Jiang Mengyuan, you're getting bolder, aren't you? Are you trying to rebel?"

Cao Lang typed back with a smile. After not seeing her for a day, Jiang Mengyuan was playing hard to get again. However, this "playing hard to get" didn't annoy him; instead, it added a touch of desire for conquest.

Jiang Mengyuan sat on her sofa pondering, what did he mean by that?

Was he angry or not?

Men's thoughts are truly hard to guess! Even harder than women's!

Jiang Mengyuan's brain was fried, her CPU couldn't keep up. But according to the course content, this was the time to stick to her guns!

What men need is the process of conquest.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Mengyuan edited and sent another message.

"Yes, I am going to rebel. But may I ask, Your Majesty, what are the consequences of a failed rebellion?"

"Consequences? I give you 30 minutes to get over here immediately. I'll let you taste how terrifying the consequences of a failed rebellion are!"

"I'm so scared. How terrifying is it?"

"Sending troops to suppress it. No mercy!"

While Cao Lang seemed angry, there was actually an ambiguous atmosphere in his words.

Jiang Mengyuan couldn't help but shout "Yes!", immediately put on the clothes from earlier, and rushed downstairs.

She was already very familiar with the Xiwier Hotel.

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