The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

Zhang Mengfei quickly switched servers, but before doing so, she didn’t forget to continue crafting her image as a devoted lover. She left many messages for Pan Lin on QQ, expressing her guilt and claiming her love for him was genuine, and also sent a long email in the game, reminiscing about how they met, got to know each other, and stayed together. She also mailed Pan Lin some items, deeply apologizing once again and hoping he would forgive her for using fake photos.

After doing all this, Zhang Mengfei switched servers.

In the new server, she lay low for a while, outwardly calm and quiet. Pan Lin hadn’t tried to contact her again, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed the matter was truly resolved.

Only then did she find the mood to tally up what she had gotten from Pan Lin—from cash to gifts.

She had no idea how much it amounted to until she calculated it, and the result startled her.

Just in cash alone, Pan Lin had given her over 200,000 yuan. Including the game appearances and equipment Pan Lin sent, worth over 100,000 yuan, and the gifts in real life, including the latest model phone, bags, jewelry, clothes, shoes, also worth over 100,000 yuan. Adding it all up, Pan Lin spent about 500,000 yuan on her.

Zhang Mengfei’s emotions were very mixed at that moment.

To Pan Lin, this money was probably insignificant. So even if he knew she had deceived him, he never mentioned wanting the money back.

The world of the wealthy is truly beyond reach.

It’s a bit regrettable; if I hadn’t deceived him initially, could we have continued? Could we have become a real couple?

No! Zhang Mengfei immediately dismissed the thought.

If she had been truthful from the start, Pan Lin probably wouldn’t have taken a liking to her.

Forget it, no point in dwelling on useless thoughts.

Now, she too, could be considered quite well-off.

Her game account was also very valuable, and in reality, she’d received so many items and money. Thinking about it was truly exhilarating.

Tonight, she planned to order hot pot and eat with her classmates in her room, then play some games after. This money would last her a long time, even enough for tuition.

Up to now, Zhang Mengfei felt no remorse or guilt, only relief for dodging a bullet and satisfaction from gaining so much.

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Throughout that semester, Zhang Mengfei hadn’t returned to the dorm and had completely lost contact with Han Ting and the others.

Han Ting and the others were naturally happy with the peace. They attended classes regularly, and on weekends, they either participated in the Emperor of Fortune’s tomb excavation or went home with Tianmiao to enjoy food and watch shows, living idyllic days.

After the finals, they received their grades. Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan happily showed Tianmiao their scores.

”Alright, I see it,” Tianmiao said with a smile. ”I haven’t forgotten what I promised you. Once vacation starts, you guys head home first, then we’ll plan a time. After arriving in City X, we’ll go by boat.”

”Okay, okay!” Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan nodded enthusiastically. ”We’ll BBQ, pick shells, see if there are any turtle eggs.”

”This season might not have any, and turtle eggs are buried, so they’re not visible,” Tianmiao said. ”We can go fishing, as long as you don’t get seasick. We can also go diving.”

”I’m a bit scared of diving,” Huang Shiyuan said, patting her chest with lingering fear. ”I almost drowned as a child, so I have some trauma.”

”Don’t worry, there will be professionals with you for diving. Han Ting and I will be there, so it’ll be fine,” Tianmiao reassured.