CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 145: TWO TYPES OF PEOPLE

"How much?"

"Just a few ten thousand, I guess."

She used to think clothes costing a few thousand were expensive, but now she could afford clothes worth tens of thousands.

Just thinking about it surprised her.

Tang Muya took a glance: "This price can’t be right, can it?"

Su Xingwan looked down at the dress she was wearing: "Is it not worth that much?"

"No, I think it’s worth it. This dress seems like one of those that even tens of thousands couldn’t buy."

Su Xingwan was astonished.

"Really?"

She added, "But the clothes from his company are really high quality and affordable."

Tang Muya shook her head, disagreeing with her.

Being someone with an eye for jewelry, clothes, and handbags, Tang Muya could estimate the approximate value of an outfit at a glance.

"Xingwan, don’t you think that mister who gave you tens of thousands might have a crush on you? And that’s why he always secretly gives you these dresses under the guise of gifting them or selling them to you cheaply?"

Su Xingwan paused.

"No... it can’t be, can it?"

Tang Muya raised her eyebrows with a smile: "Why not? You really don’t understand men."

"You’ve been posting videos on a platform, and that mister who paid tens of thousands has seen you; he must be interested in you. Otherwise, why would he generously give your account tens of thousands all at once?"

"That’s because he likes kids and the adorable trio."

Tang Muya chuckled.

The Su Xingwan she knew, although rational and smart in most aspects, was quite slow when it came to matters of the heart.

"I’ve only heard of men spending millions for a beautiful streamer, but never for kids."

Su Xingwan fell silent.

"Also, which brand would be so generous to you? Having you promote their products makes sense, but consistently sending you so many items under the pretense of promotions is quite suspicious. And the things he’s been giving you aren’t cheap—they’re not just a few hundred or thousand as you’ve said."

Su Xingwan went completely silent.

Listening to Tang Muya’s words, she felt a bit hindsight.

It seemed she had missed some details in her previous chats with that generous mister.

"However, if that generous mister is about your age and matches well with you, you could give it a try. Just beware that a wealthy man may actually be a middle-aged uncle in his forties or fifties looking to indulge you."

Su Xingwan: "..."

Tang Muya was quite familiar with such situations.

That’s why she spoke about them so easily.

Tang Muya recalled something.

"Oh, wait. This generous mister seems a bit different. He secretly sends you things without wanting you to know. Maybe he genuinely likes you—he’s significantly different from those who just want a fling."

Su Xingwan felt awkward upon hearing that.

So this is how Tang Muya was?

"By the way, has he ever expressed any intention of pursuing you during your regular chats?"

Su Xingwan stiffly shook her head.

Tang Muya pondered: "That’s strange. What does he want then? Just sending you gifts and watching your videos is enough? There aren’t men that naive in the world, are there?"

Suddenly, she thought of something: "Could it be that this generous mister already knows you and secretly admires you?"

Su Xingwan was shocked.

Suddenly, Mr. Lu’s face appeared in her mind involuntarily.

But she immediately shook off such an absurd thought the next second.

At a banquet earlier, Su Xingwan saw Wu Qian dressed as a bride, alongside her newlywed husband, whose appearance was quite decent.

Wu Qian looked blissful, snuggling beside him, and she brought her daughter over to stand by her side too.

Previously, in the university group, Su Xingwan learned about Wu Qian’s husband, who had a prior arranged marriage that often led to fights, making a mess of the household, so they divorced shortly after.

It was precisely because of this that his family allowed him to pursue his own feelings and eventually compromised to accept Wu Qian, unmarried with a child, into their family.

A group of classmates surrounded Wu Qian, showing flattering smiles, and Wu Qian finally experienced a taste of adoration.

She shot a provocative glance at Su Xingwan sitting below, eating, seemingly conveying that despite her previous awkwardness, she is now living the life she wanted.

Su Xingwan found Wu Qian hard to judge, but she did see Wu Qian’s very clear goal: to live a rich life that’s admired by others.

Previously, she used her ex-boyfriend somewhat, aiming to marry into wealth, but later she genuinely developed feelings for him. After learning his true nature, she was able to quickly let go and find her next target.

After the banquet ended, Su Xingwan returned home still pondering over what Tang Muya had said during the day.

She took out her phone, opened WeChat, and tapped on the avatar of the generous mister.

She somehow thought of Mr. Lu again.

The two of them shared the surname Lu.

But she never connected the generous mister with Mr. Lu.

Simply because Mr. Lu was quite cold-hearted and taciturn.

Whereas this generous mister, though unseen, felt like a very gentlemanly and refined person through a few chats.

They were completely two different types of people.

Su Xingwan tentatively sent a message to the generous mister.

[Mr. Lu, may I bluntly ask your company’s location and its specific name?]

She had searched for the company name signed on a previous contract but found no information about this company.

The message she just sent wasn’t replied to immediately.

At the moment, Lu Yun was at a family banquet, with many people coming over to toast him.

Because Lu Yun rarely attended family events, his sudden appearance surprised them greatly.

"Lu Yun, it’s surprising to see you here!"

A middle-aged man with a drink in hand approached, smiling broadly.

Lu Yun looked up, lightly saying, "Third Uncle."

"Come, good nephew! Third Uncle raises a toast to you."

Lu Yun placed his glass back on the table: "No need for toasts."

Lu Donghuo’s smile became a bit strained.

"Lu Yun, are you still angry with me over the matter from years ago?"

Lu Yun didn’t even look at him, too lazy to respond.

Lu Anguo noticed, angrily saying, "Lu Yun, is that how you talk to your Third Uncle?"

Lu Yun ignored his words too.

Lu Anguo was filled with rage.

His older son at least pretended to respect him and these relatives.

But when it came to Lu Yun, he didn’t even bother with pleasantries.

He was about to continue lecturing.

Lu Yun’s phone chirped with a message.

He quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket and, to his delight, saw her message.

But once he read the content, he fell silent.

Lu Guansheng saw: "Lu Yun, who’s message is that?"

Lu Yun didn’t respond, heading straight to an unoccupied balcony.

Lu Guansheng glanced over, revealing a hint of confusion.

What kind of message could be so important?