The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

”We’re starting our sophomore year. Ah, cute freshmen are coming to register.” Huang Shiyuan sighed, lying on the beach chair sipping a cold drink.

”Yeah, time waits for no one.” Han Ting pretended to sigh, ”We’re getting old so quickly.”

”Make sure to enjoy your youth.” Tianmiao, wearing sunglasses, looked at Chen Jinglou in the distance as he directed people to prepare the bonfire and BBQ grill for the evening’s barbeque.

”Yes, let’s enjoy it while we can.” Han Ting agreed, taking a big sip of her drink.

...

The delightful summer break quickly passed.

After the school year began, we returned to our studies.

Sometimes, Han Ting and Huang Shiyuan would debate a topic.

It was about the Emperor of Fortune’s mother, the mysterious Empress Dowager, whose coffin was opened, but inside there were only lavish clothes and no remains. Scholars were baffled for a while.

After being baffled, they started various assumptions and discussions.

Just like Chen Jinglou said, experts were racking their brains but couldn’t come up with a reliable conclusion.

Han Ting said, ”The Empress Dowager must not be dead.”

”I think maybe the Empress Dowager time traveled and then traveled away again?” Huang Shiyuan suggested.

”Impossible. If you’re talking about time traveling, I think Consort Lin seems like one who would.”

”No way, there’s no such thing as time traveling in this world.”

”...”

The two often discussed fiercely.

Tianmiao smiled mysteriously from the side and suddenly said, ”Do you still think the Emperor of Fortune has eight-pack abs now?”

Today’s technology can already recreate the appearance of ancient people.

The Emperor of Fortune’s looks and figure have been restored, making many fangirls difficult to accept. However, the fangirls’ mentality is strong, given the Emperor of Fortune’s high filter, even knowing he’s slightly chubby, they couldn’t help but adore him.

”Oh, appearances like that can be slimmed down. But looks can’t change. Even though the Emperor of Fortune is slightly chubby, he’s still good-looking.” Han Ting said.

”Exactly, stop bringing up the abs thing all the time.” Huang Shiyuan chimed in.

”Alright, alright, I’m not arguing with you girls. Get ready, we have to go to class soon.” Tianmiao didn’t want to argue with the Emperor’s fangirls anymore; it was meaningless.

...

Zhang Mengfei just finished her retake exams for the courses she failed last semester, and there are still two courses she must retake. But she didn’t really care. Her focus was entirely on gaming now. She changed servers and was thriving.

As mentioned before, Zhang Mengfei’s character in the game had many expensive outfits, all gifted by Pan Lin. Now, even when she’s AFK, many people want to add her as a friend, sending private messages, greatly satisfying her vanity.

After lying low for so long and ensuring there wouldn’t be issues from Pan Lin’s side, Zhang Mengfei resumed her old tricks.

She applied for a new account, uploaded Han Ting’s photos again as her own, and once again crafted an image of being a high-achieving, wealthy and beautiful student. She’s realized one thing now, that someone like Pan Lin, a third-generation rich kid, doesn’t care about money. Even if deceived, due to their good upbringing, they wouldn’t do anything excessive to her, especially not demand repayment.

This helped Zhang Mengfei find a way to profit.

So she became involved with the Gang Leader of the guild she’s currently in again.

This Gang Leader is also a wealthy, generous, righteous person with good connections.

Zhang Mengfei became a wealthy person’s girlfriend again, still using fake photos.