Favorability

"Ding... Yana Ackerman favorability +20."

Initially, her favorability had been in the negatives. But now, as Ryan glanced at her, he couldn't help but smile.

"Ding... Yana Ackerman favorability 90."

The favorability level had surged dramatically. When she discovered he was her top gifter, it shot up to 50—a jump of 70 points from the negatives.

From funding her member card, ordering dishes, choosing the Louis XIII, and everything else that followed, her favorability toward him had skyrocketed to 90.

Money is indeed omnipotent, and when spent lavishly, even a campus beauty can end up in your arms. The allure of a generous benefactor knows no bounds.

Yana eyes sparkled with admiration. As soon as they walked out, she clung tightly to Ryan's arm. Her full, soft chest pressed against him through her clothes, giving him an indulgent sense of fullness and elasticity.

"Ryan, let's go in and have a look!"

They entered a high-end men's sportswear store. Yana, perceptive as ever, immediately figured out Ryan's style from his casual outfit. However, every short-sleeve shirt and pair of shorts started at hundreds of dollar, which felt extravagant to Ryan.

"There's no need. I still have clothes to wear," Ryan said sheepishly, knowing full well that he couldn't afford such expensive items. His dwindling living expenses weighed heavily on his mind.

He quickly added, "How about we check out the women's section instead? I'll buy you a few bags."

This statement only solidified Yana's resolve.

She was determined to win over this wealthy heir. Based on his behavior and reactions, it was clear he had never been in a relationship. His usual low-profile demeanor likely stemmed from strict family traditions, designed to shield him from greedy, gold-digging women.

Under normal circumstances, Yana would have been ecstatic at the prospect of someone buying her several bags, immediately calculating how much money they were willing to spend on her.

But this time, she knew she had to play it differently. She couldn't let Ryan think she was just after his wealth. If such an impression formed, everything would be ruined.

She needed to show her tenderness and affection, making him feel cherished. Only by doing so could she slowly and surely win his heart.

After all, Ryan had admired Tina for three years. His infatuation and emotional foundation still lingered. Yana was determined not to give Tina any chance to reclaim the spotlight.

"No, you've been so good to me; I want to do something for you too. Let me buy you some clothes as a gift," Yana said, pouting playfully.

With her stunning beauty and a hint of coquettishness, Yana had Ryan completely under her spell. His resolve melted, and he let her drag him into the store, grateful that he wouldn't have to dip into his meager living expenses.

As an art major, Yana thrived in the clothing store, selecting several outfits for Ryan with ease. The cheap flip-flops he had been wearing were replaced with a trendy pair worth 600 dollars. By the time they were done, they had spent over 10,000 dollars on his new wardrobe.

As they stepped out of the store, Ryan expressed his gratitude. "Thank you. This is the first time I've received such a precious gift."

For someone presumably used to luxury, his heartfelt reaction was surprising and endearing.

Yana felt a sweetness in her heart. She even thought the price tag was relatively modest and regretted not choosing a more expensive store.

However, she interpreted his words differently. To her, the clothes were precious because she had given them to him—a gesture filled with affection and devotion.

"Ryan, don't say thank you between us, okay? It feels so distant," Yana said with a playful pout.

"If you dress a little sharper, it'll make me proud to be with you on dates," she added, teasingly. "And besides, compared to how good you are to me, this is nothing."

As the two strolled out, fate decided to intervene. They ran into Tina and her group again.

At that moment, Tina and her friends had just stepped out of the Apple store, holding the latest iPhone 16s. The previously sullen expressions on their faces had been replaced with faint smiles.

Kaiden, however, was feeling the sting of his recent spending. His lavish lifestyle had long drained his funds, and the phone purchase had been charged to his credit card.

"Tina, why don't we head to the seaside for a romantic evening? We could go to Little Sea Mountain," Kaiden suggested, trying to sound attentive.

Kaiden, though inwardly distressed by the expense, quickly put on a flattering tone.

The address he mentioned was in the outskirts of the city. Even with the highway, it would take more than an hour to travel back and forth. Going there now would ensure the school gates were already closed.

His intentions were clear: being alone together, Kaiden certainly wouldn't behave innocently.

Tina, however, felt a wave of disgust. Spending her birthday with him had only earned her an iPhone 16, but at the cost of having to tolerate his advances.

Even if she didn't stay with Kaiden, Ryan, that devoted "licker," would have unconditionally gifted her the same.

Comparing the two, Tina suddenly felt a bit foolish.

Moreover, she had secretly noticed earlier that Kaiden used a credit card instead of a savings card. This meant that aside from his BMW, he was just a paper tiger.

Kaiden underestimated the observational skills of these "green tea" girls. He thought that giving her the phone would naturally allow him to seal the deal with the Literature Department beauty as planned that evening.

But now, they had run into each other unexpectedly.

Yana was the first to speak.

"Oh, what a coincidence," she said with a mocking smile.

Glancing at the phone in Tina's hand, Yana tone turned sarcastic.

"Young Master Kaiden is so generous. How come the gift he gave is the same as what my Brother Ryan gave? Just a phone, and that's supposed to be a birthday present for our sweet Tina?"

Tina, already in a foul mood, looked even more upset upon hearing this.

Kaiden cursed silently at Yana, calling her a troublemaking "bitch," but he forced himself to reply stiffly, "What does it have to do with you? We have nothing to do with each other anymore."