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

Sang Jiuning was about to exit the post and close the forum, but just a second before she could click the exit button...

The screen refreshed.

The trending post that was just a moment ago, which was extremely popular and pinned to the top, disappeared without a trace.

It was spotless, without a trace of anything left, as if it had never existed.

Searching for keywords yields nothing.

All comments, screenshots, and videos related to him and Wen Zhaoci were thoroughly and completely eradicated, without any omissions.

Sang Jiuning was slightly taken aback, and then the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

very nice.

Even though he was so busy, he still saw the post immediately and cleared away all the rumors for her, protecting her dignity.

Meanwhile, in upscale river-view apartments.

In the luxurious yet minimalist living room, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the city's vibrant nightscape.

Fu Yanchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his posture upright and noble. He held a glass of scarlet red wine between his fingertips, gently swirling the liquid in the glass. The interplay of light and shadow accentuated the depth of his features.

It was him just now. Once again, he used his connections and channels to thoroughly investigate the forum at the fastest speed, delete all related posts, and ban the accounts that led the spread of rumors. He handled it cleanly and efficiently, leaving no hidden dangers.

The entire process was conducted silently, and no one knew about it.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the rich red wine. The subtle aroma of the wine spread across his tongue, and all the sharpness in his eyes faded, leaving only a gentle sense of relief.

He gazed at the myriad lights outside the window and murmured softly, his voice gentle yet filled with heartache: "My sister has finally separated from that madman."

"Why are you crying so hard? It's just a jerk, is it really that big of a deal?"

I casually took out my phone and tapped it.

Sang Jiuning was chatting with Tang Tongtong and the others when her phone suddenly vibrated twice.

She casually opened WeChat, and the red transfer pop-up window that immediately caught her eye was both glaring and blunt—a full million.

Below followed a short and domineering message: [Chen: Be happy, spend it however you like.]

Sang Jiuning blinked her clear eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, and a warm feeling of comfort welled up in her heart.

She silently sighed in her heart, thinking that her cousin Fu Yanchen really doted on her, confirming his status as a complete sister-obsessed brother.

Without asking why, she would transfer seven-figure sums of money, and she would smile so broadly that all eight of her teeth were showing.

Why not accept it? He's my cousin, there's no need to be coy and refuse.

With a swift tap of my finger, I received the payment. The two million yuan balance lay securely in my WeChat Wallet, instantly filling me with a sense of security.

As she ran her fingertips over her phone screen, the image of Wen Zhaoci's aloof and noble features naturally came to mind.

With these two million, we can pick out a decent gift for Wen Zhaoci.

But what should she give as a gift? She was a little stumped.

Wen Zhaoci is the young master of a top-tier aristocratic family in Beijing's elite circles. He is outstanding in appearance, family background, and ability, making him the most dazzling figure in the entire school and even the entire circle.

He was born into a life of luxury, never lacking in luxury goods, limited editions, and precious jewels. Ordinary gifts presented to him would not catch his eye at all, nor would they leave any trace.

But the more this happened, the more Sang Jiuning wanted to buy him something.

He doesn't need what others have, but what she gives must be a unique sentiment.

Even if it's a bit expensive, it doesn't matter, since the money comes easily and I can choose a presentable gift.

Once a thought takes root, it can never be suppressed.

Sang Jiuning immediately invited Tang Tongtong and Qin Ying to go to the largest luxury shopping mall in the city center to pick out gifts on the weekend.

Qin Ying couldn't go because of something else, but Tang Tongtong happily accepted the invitation in the end.

The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew. Sang Jiuning and Tang Tongtong walked side by side into the bustling downtown high-end shopping mall.

The entire commercial street is filled with a dazzling array of shops, with high-end stores lined up one after another, exuding a luxurious and glittering atmosphere.

Sang Jiuning had no interest in looking at bags, jewelry, or designer clothes; she was only focused on finding a suitable gift for Wen Zhaoci.

The two browsed most of the floor, but Sang Jiuning felt that something was missing. Until they entered a high-end antique and agarwood shop, her eyes were instantly drawn to the bracelet in the center of the counter, and she couldn't look away.

It was a string of sinking-grade purple agarwood beads, of excellent quality, truly top-of-the-line.

At first glance, it appears as a deep, understated dark purple, but upon closer inspection, one discovers that the base color is a warm and delicate dark brown, encased within a rich and translucent dark purple ointment. The beads are jet black and lustrous, with fine and smooth textures, and possess a refreshing and lingering elegant fragrance.

What's most amazing is the texture. It's warm and delicate to the touch, and feels warm against the skin. When it comes into contact with body temperature, the surface will faintly reveal a shimmering purple light. It's understated yet luxurious, not ostentatious, but exudes nobility, perfectly matching Wen Zhaoci's aloof, noble, calm, and reserved temperament.

Sang Jiuning's eyes lit up, and she instantly became certain in her heart: This is it.

This bracelet is perfect for Wen Zhaoci.

Standing to the side, Tang Tongtong followed her gaze and, upon seeing the price tag below the counter, her pupils dilated in shock. She froze, instinctively reaching out to tug at Sang Jiuning's arm, her voice low and filled with disbelief:

"My dear Miss Ningning! Open your eyes wide and look carefully! Count the zeros! Six hundred and eighty thousand! Not sixty-eight yuan!"

"Are you seeing things? Six hundred and eighty thousand for a string of wooden beads? Are you crazy?!"

Tang Tongtong's lips twitched violently, her face contorted with pain, wishing she could just drag Sang Jiuning away.

Sang Jiuning lowered her eyes and stared at the unique purple agarwood bracelet, secretly feeling that it was expensive.

680,000.

For her, who was still a college student, this was an absolutely astronomical price. In the past, she would never have dared to even think about it, let alone touch it.

But things are different now; she's a wealthy young woman with two million dollars.

She gently pressed her fingertips against the glass counter, silently weighing the options in her mind: it really hurt, but when she thought of Wen Zhaoci wearing it, most of her reluctance instantly disappeared.

Thinking of this, the hesitation in Sang Jiuning's eyes completely disappeared. She looked up at the clerk standing to the side and said in a calm and decisive tone, "Please wrap this up for me, I'll pay."

The sales clerk was a gentle and refined young lady, accustomed to dealing with high-end customers. Her attitude was respectful and gentle. She immediately and skillfully took out the gift box and packaging, carefully put away the bracelet, and handed it to Sang Jiuning. She smiled and said, "Miss, you have excellent taste. This sinking-grade purple agarwood is our store's top-of-the-line, one-of-a-kind piece. It's very rare to see it on the market."

"As the old saying goes, 'A fragrance binds a bond, and a piece of agarwood protects a lifetime.' Purple agarwood is the most nourishing, with its own gentle and spiritual energy, making it especially suitable as a gift for a beloved man. It symbolizes companionship and peace year after year, making it an excellent token of love."

These words drifted lightly into her ears, and Sang Jiuning silently recited them in her mind, a gentle smile unconsciously appearing on her face.

A single fragrance binds a bond, a single nanmu tree protects a lifetime.

very nice.

She couldn't hide the joy in her heart.