He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Now that he's suddenly calling himself a "friend" and recommending this "high-paying, easy" part-time job that sounds so unreliable, Sang Jiuning just feels ironic.

Why would she suddenly have such "resources"? And why would she recommend them to me at this particular time? Is she genuinely kind, or does she have ulterior motives?

1000 yuan is indeed a considerable temptation for her, who is still earning a living by working part-time at a milk tea shop, but there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Sang Jiuning hovered her fingertip above the screen, but did not reply for a long time.

She found the WeChat name "Good Little White Rabbit" incredibly irritating.

This seemingly harmless little white rabbit probably has sharp hooks hidden in its claws.

The ruffled Totoro: [Thank you for your kindness, but I probably won't have much time lately, so I'll pass.]

She didn't want to get too involved with Su Qingyan; who knew if this part-time job was a trap?

Little White Rabbit: [Oh, I see... Okay then. If you need anything in the future, feel free to contact me anytime.] This was followed by a pitiful little rabbit emoji.

Sang Jiuning didn't reply and put her phone into her bag.

After standing there in a daze for a while, she realized that there were many couples on Lover's Slope, whispering sweet nothings to each other, their love so sweet it seemed to melt the air itself.

She instinctively wrapped her bag tighter around herself, feeling like an out-of-place third wheel, completely superfluous standing there.

So she immediately went back to her dormitory. In the following days, Wen Zhaoci did not send him any WeChat messages, nor did she have time to send him any messages.

On Friday night, she looked through her closet and found two C-shaped bags back to back. The packaging was still very good, and there were invoices inside. One bag cost 26,000 yuan, and the other cost 32,000 yuan.

Looking through the original owner's memories, I found that the original owner had recited these things several times and used them to show off.

The original owner was such a spendthrift!

She immediately took a picture and posted it on Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace) to see if anyone wanted it.

Less than five minutes after it was posted, a young woman with exquisite makeup and an internet celebrity-style profile picture consulted her.

The other party sent a voice call request directly. Sang Jiuning hesitated for a moment, but still answered.

The girl on the other end of the screen spoke in a sweet voice: "Sister, is this bag authentic? It looks pretty new. Do you still have the packaging and invoice?" Sang Jiuning sent the other girl photos of the bag's details, hardware, lining, and invoice: "Absolutely authentic. I haven't used it much, but you can tell from the condition."

The girl examined it carefully for a while, then asked, "Can the price be negotiated? I see you listed it as 95% new, this price is a bit expensive." Sang Jiuning did some mental calculation. The original owner did buy it for a high price, but she was currently paying off her credit card and didn't want to hoard these things: "If you really want them, I'll give you 50,000 for both bags together, or 500 off each if you buy them separately."

The price she quoted was already much lower than the market price, after all, both bags are popular styles.

The girl seemed somewhat tempted and bargained a bit more, eventually agreeing to a price of 45,000. They arranged to meet at a coffee shop near the school at 7 p.m. the next day to complete the transaction.

After hanging up the phone, Sang Jiuning breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected it to go so smoothly; her credit card was now paid off in full, and she even had some money left over.

She felt a little better, and went to bed early after washing up.

At seven o'clock the next day, Sang Jiuning took the two packaged bags to the agreed-upon coffee shop.

The girl with the internet celebrity profile picture has arrived. She's even prettier in person than in her profile picture, dressed in designer brands and exuding a powerful aura.

She took the bag, checked it carefully again, and after confirming that everything was correct, transferred the money directly via WeChat QR code.

"It's a pleasure working with you," the girl said to Sang Jiuning with a smile, then picked up her bag and left.

Looking at the 45,000 yuan that had been deposited into her phone, Sang Jiuning first paid off her credit card bill.

Just as I was about to leave the coffee shop, my phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

She hesitated for a moment, but then answered the call.

"Hello, is this Sang Jiuning?" A strange male voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding somewhat serious.

Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat: "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

"I'm Wen Zhaoci's friend. He's drunk and at the 'Nightfall' club. Could you come and pick him up?"

"Where did this liar come from? Daring to fool your great-auntie, go to hell!"

Without a second thought, Sang Jiuning hung up the phone and promptly added the number to her blacklist.

This kind of "friend calls you to pick him up when he's drunk" scenario has been overdone in TV dramas. It's either a trap or an attempt to create some ambiguity, and she's not falling for it.

She put away her phone, picked up her bag, and quickly walked out of the coffee shop.

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, and the cool air on her face made her feel much more awake.

Having just resolved the immediate credit card issue, we can't afford any further complications.

However, she had only taken a few steps to the entrance of the coffee shop when her phone rang again.

This time it was a different, unknown number.

Sang Jiuning frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping over her.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but still swiped to answer the call, wanting to hear what the other person had to say.

"Sang Jiuning? Is that really you?" The voice on the other end of the phone changed, but it was still an unfamiliar male voice, sounding more composed than the previous one. "I'm Jiang Shangyu, Wen Zhaoci's friend. He's indeed at the 'Nightfall' club right now, drunk, and keeps repeating your name. We had no other choice but to find your number in his phone. If it's convenient for you, could you come over? If not, that's okay too, we'll think of something else."

Jiang Shangyu? Sang Jiuning had no recollection of this name. Could he be someone from Wen Zhaoci's circle?

His tone didn't sound like he was lying, and he even offered the option of "it's okay if it's inconvenient," which slightly eased Sang Jiuning's doubts.

But Sang Jiuning still replied, "Liars will never have a good end!"

Then he hung up the phone.

Seeing my number on Wen Zhaoci's phone, why don't I use Wen Zhaoci's phone to call myself back?

Inside the private rooms on the second floor of the Nightclub in Zone N, the air was thick with the mixed aroma of alcohol and cigars.

Jiang Shangyu, dressed in a floral shirt and shorts with large chrysanthemums printed on them, and flip-flops, held up his phone that had been hung up on. He helplessly shrugged at Wen Zhaoci on the sofa: "Brother Ci, people don't believe me. They even cursed me to die a horrible death for lying."

He was one of Wen Zhaoci's friends. The Jiang family specializes in resort hotels, not only in China but also abroad. He was the youngest son of the Jiang family.

Wen Zhaoci sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, slowly swirling the liquid in the glass.

He had just left his own company when a few friends dragged him here.

The phone screen was still lit, the page showing his chat dialog box with Sang Jiuning.

The image of her back as she hurriedly fled into her dormitory building after being kissed that night flashed through my mind.