Chapter 1

It was a drowsy afternoon, a weekday, and the weather was gloomy.

The whole city struggled against the cold air several times and three times, but finally lost the battle. Like a lost dog, it was about to slide into a long winter.

The streets are sparsely populated with people and cars, all rushing by in a hurry.

A red off-road vehicle was parked on the street corner, and a young girl walked out of the car. She was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, beautiful - I was six or seven points pretty, and with her skillful makeup, she became very beautiful. She is tall and slender, wearing the latest seasonal cloak on her upper body. In the cold winter months, she wears a short skirt with bare legs and holds a new handbag in her hand. She is as fashionable as someone who has just walked off the cover of a magazine, completely different from the passers-by who are struggling on the street in cotton jackets, down jackets, and loose autumn pants.

She locked the car, took advantage of the heating inside, and fearlessly walked her long legs towards a coffee shop on the street corner.

This coffee shop is decorated with great care, which is eye-catching. It caught the eye of a photographer from a wedding photography studio across the street. While filming here, the newlyweds were frozen like a pair of shedding quails, forced to smile together under the camera. As soon as the camera left, they immediately hugged each other and trembled.

The beautiful woman in a short skirt passed by without looking at the photography equipment or the groom. She treated the whole group of people as a backdrop and only glanced at the bride. Seeing that the bride had a short waist, long legs, and a big face, she felt relieved and happily raised her chin by two points before walking over without looking sideways.

She deftly pushed open the coffee shop door with a familiar attitude, without looking around. She was probably a regular customer, but when she entered the door, she didn't immediately walk in. She paused at the entrance and calmly extended two fingers, using the reflective glass door to slightly adjust her hair in front of her forehead to ensure that each one was tilted just right. Only then did she put both hands on her handbag and place them in front of her, waiting for someone to greet her.

Her eyes drooped slightly, with a gentle appearance of peach blossom eyes and long corners of the eyes, but standing still at the door, she inexplicably showed a hint of aloofness.

The store manager was originally pulling coffee flowers when the waiter next to her reminded him. When he turned around and saw her, he immediately smiled and said, "Xiaoyuan is here

The store manager walked out from behind the counter in three or two steps, personally welcoming the beautiful woman to the door and warmly holding her wrist. He didn't forget to compliment the customer, "Your clothes look really nice today - but are they cold or not? We're so thin and not frost resistant... Would you like to sit in a sunny place today? It's warm

This beautiful woman's name is Jiang Xiaoyuan. She is a high school classmate and good friend of store manager Feng Ruixue. When they were children, the two of them were desk mates. They both looked good, but couldn't study well. They had a similar taste and played well.

The two of them "lived and died together" in the college entrance examination room, and scored poorly together, but they did not have a "common destiny" because Jiang Xiaoyuan had a wealthy father more than Feng Ruixue.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was sent abroad by her father and attended a fake university to study "Pottery Art Research".

Feng Ruixue, due to her poor family background, voluntarily gave up the expensive tuition fees of three universities and enrolled in a local vocational school.

Over the course of four years, the two of them lived vastly different lives.

Jiang Xiaoyuan goes out to hang out with a group of friends every day, successfully releasing her soul that was imprisoned by the exam oriented education, and pushing her to the bottom of not learning and having no skills——

When it came to her graduation project, she planned to make an art cup. With a tremble in her hand and an excess of materials, she changed it to a European style vase on the spot. Unexpectedly, the vase project was huge, and halfway through, her buttocks were numb. She lost the patience to meticulously craft it. Jiang Xiaoyuan made a quick decision, waved her palm, and flattened the vase, giving birth to an irregular and asymmetrical flat vessel.

The mentor scrutinized her masterpiece for five minutes, but was stunned and couldn't figure out the reason. She had to ask Jiang Xiaoyuan what kind of demon this was.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was about to shamelessly answer that it was an ashtray, but due to not smoking, the word "ashtray" was not her daily language. She couldn't remember how to say it in a foreign language for a moment, so she had to change her words temporarily: "A bowl

The mentor stared at her with big eyes for a while, feeling that this group of foolish wealthy second-generation people had opened their eyes again. Adhering to the principle of "giving money to the old man," he gave her a sarcastic high score evaluation: "Breaking rules, having sharp edges, and possessing a rebellious spirit of avant-garde art

The evaluation has the best effect when combined with physical consumption, whoever looks at it knows.

In this way, Jiang Xiaoyuan returned to China with her avant-garde art ashtray after completing her studies, but encountered some setbacks in the process - due to the bizarre design of her avant-garde ashtray, she almost got caught by airport security checks.

At this time, Feng Ruixue had been struggling in society for several years, learning a good skill in pastry baking, and even passed the exam for barista. Most importantly, she also learned the ultimate skill of speaking human language and ghost language when meeting people.

Meeting again at the class reunion, although things were different, Feng Ruixue successfully regained her friendship with Jiang Xiaoyuan with her eloquence, and obtained 500000 yuan in start-up funds from her to open this coffee shop.

This investment is the most valuable money Jiang Xiaoyuan has ever spent in her life. Feng Ruixue is willing to work hard, skilled in packaging and marketing, and has a natural talent for management. Her family can always be seen in soft articles such as "Top 10 Best Coffee and Dessert Shops in the Local Area" circulating in her social circle. She established a brand and opened a branch in just two or three years.

Jiang Xiaoyuan has already received a considerable dividend from her.

Jiang Xiaoyuan identified herself as a shareholder and gradually developed a sense of responsibility. She often visited during her leisure time and even brought friends over to make things more expensive, always thinking about generating more revenue for the store.

Feng Ruixue took her to the most sunny table in the shop, made her favorite drinks and Dim sum, and brought them to sit with her. Jiang Xiaoyuan did not look at her, but looked at the table next door.

There is a young man next door at the table, dressed in a black windbreaker, black scarf, and neatly styled hair that is also black without any color, revealing a small section of his neck that is clearly black and white. He is sitting there focused, looking down at his tablet computer.

As soon as Jiang Xiaoyuan came in, she saw this person. He looked too "standard", with perfectly matched eyebrows, facial features, and face shape, like a computer-generated dummy. Due to his high standard, his recognition was very low, making it difficult for people to remember his face.

If this person didn't occasionally move, he would be like a plastic model.

Feng Ruixue glanced back at her and whispered with a frown, "Handsome? He's been here for several days now, sitting until we close every day. He doesn't like to talk to people and doesn't know what he's doing... Hey, why are you here at this time? Are you slacking off at work

Jiang Xiaoyuan actually has a job. She is a small white-collar worker in an office building, a low-end intellectual worker with no technical content. After tax, her monthly salary is 3500 yuan, which is one twentieth of her average monthly expenses.

This job was forced by her family not to let her idle at a young age. The boss is a friend of her father, so they naturally know what kind of person she is. They dare not entrust her with important responsibilities, but only keep her in the office and use her as a mascot together with the cute green ivy.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoyuan doesn't have much ambition for progress in her work. She just plays computer games in the office and drives out to play when she's unhappy.

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked back at the handsome boy, blew the foam on the coffee, and said carelessly, "I'm too lazy to go today."

It seems that what was mentioned was not her job, but the appointment for beauty and hairdressing.

Be careful not to burn it, "Feng Ruixue handed her a napkin as usual." Actually, I think your dad was right to let you go to work. You have to do something, right

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Xiaoyuan lifted her head and looked at Feng Ruixue with a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile.

Feng Ruixue asked inexplicably, "Why are you looking at me? What's wrong

Jiang Xiaoyuan picked up the napkin with two fingers, her nails turning stunningly red. She awkwardly wiped away the non-existent stains at the corner of her mouth, her fingers twitching slightly as if she had come up with a solution, and released the malice she had secretly harbored towards Feng Ruixue.

I'm not short of money, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said." What kind of job can I do without money? I don't believe in anything that loves my career. People are inherently lazy and lazy. Isn't all workaholics poor

Feng Ruixue is beautiful, able to speak, and likable. Although her educational background is not very good, her ability to do things is enough to make up for it. She can be said to be a perfect person. The only regret is that her family conditions are very average - her father has been sick for many years, her mother did not graduate from elementary school, and she usually does odd jobs to support the family.

This has always been a concern for Feng Ruixue, as she always feels that her background is not good, and even if she develops in the future, she can only be considered a nouveau riche who is not up to par.

Jiang Xiaoyuan has known her for so many years, so she naturally knows these things in her heart.

At this moment, if Feng Ruixue can't hear that Jiang Xiaoyuan was intentional, she really doesn't deserve to work in the service industry.

The store manager's charming smile inevitably paused for a moment and asked cautiously, "Have you encountered something unhappy

Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled but didn't smile at all, "No

Feng Ruixue: "It's good if you don't have it - look at how nice your new bag looks, isn't it cheap? If you, a rich and beautiful person like you, are not happy every day, it's unreasonable

Jiang Xiaoyuan's gaze fell on the brand new handbag, with an imperceptible disgust flashing in her eyes. She reached out and held onto the bag, pushing it towards Feng Ruixue and saying, "If it looks good, take it and I'll give it to you

Just now, Feng Ruixue was teasing her with words, but in the blink of an eye, she casually gave her something. Feng Ruixue was a bit confused, but she quickly realized and joked, "Really? I won't be polite to you for less than 200 yuan, but if

46000, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said expressionlessly.

Feng Ruixue: "What

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "I just bought it while shopping this morning, and I still haven't taken out the receipt and warranty certificate. You can use them as new ones

Feng Ruixue withdrew her hand as if she was scalded and said, "What's wrong with you

Jiang Xiaoyuan calmly picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee, saying, "To be honest, if you're interested, just take it. It's not something particularly remarkable anyway

Feng Ruixue suddenly had an ominous premonition, and her hands on the table were nervously mixed together.

Sometimes, there is an unspoken understanding between women.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyuan's phone placed on the table began to vibrate. The two of them looked down together and saw the caller ID clearly.

Feng Ruixue's lips slightly moved a few times, but she didn't say anything.

Jiang Xiaoyuan pressed the refusal button, crossed her fingers, and sat solemnly behind the beautiful coffee table. The intricately crafted tablecloth shone brightly in the sunlight, like a soft lit picture.

I don't want to deal with that idiot Huo Boyu right now, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said." I just want to hear from you. Feng Ruixue, what's going on between you and Huo Boyu

The blood on the manager's face disappeared in an instant.