Su Yi replied with a wry smile, "It's not about the money. I just feel these bags aren't really worth that much. Let's just forget it."

Xia Liang, however, took out the shopping card Wang Dalin had given him and brandished it. "Didn't someone give us this shopping card? There's plenty of money on it, so just spend whatever you want."

As he spoke, Xia Liang handed the black shopping card to the sales associate. "We'll take all three bags. This card works, right?"

Taking the shopping card, the sales associate's gaze toward Xia Liang changed entirely, her expression becoming even more respectful. "I had no idea you were a good friend of Chairman Wang. Your patronage brings great honor to our store. This card is accepted everywhere in Yida Plaza. It can even be cashed out at a bank for 95% of its value. The cardholder is our most esteemed guest. I will give you a thirty percent discount."

Xia Liang nodded as if he were just buying vegetables at a market. "Got it. Hurry up and swipe the card!"

Everyone in the store felt their heads buzzing. A transaction worth a few yuan had just been completed right before their eyes? What kind of otherworldly move was this?

The couple who had been secretly watching Xia Liang and Su Yi were completely dumbfounded. Are they actual tycoons? He's carrying a ten-yuan bag and just bought several more bags worth a few yuan each. He's just so unbelievably rich! Could it be he wasn't exaggerating before?

A monthly salary of a few thousand yuan? Su Yi felt a mix of heartache and delight. Although money couldn't represent everything, Xia Liang's willingness to spend so much on her was another way of proving his love for her.

"Sir, the total comes to 2.88 yuan. After the thirty percent discount, that will be 2.016 yuan... The transaction is complete."

Xia Liang accepted the items and handed the bags to Su Yi. "They're for you."

Feeling a surge of sweetness in her heart, Su Yi gave Xia Liang a kiss on the cheek. "I love you so much."

Xia Liang just smiled without a word, gracefully leading Su Yi out of the Prada Store. This definitely isn't the right time to have them sent over privately. I'll have to bring Xi Yiqian and Qingxue here to buy things themselves next time.

Every woman in the store was filled with envy for Su Yi. Wasn't it every woman's dream to have such an expensive bag slung over her shoulder? They, in turn, looked at Xia Liang with adoration, longing, and admiration. Young, handsome, wealthy, and willing to spend a fortune on his woman—all the ideal qualities one could imagine in a man were found in Xia Liang.

Then they looked at their own boyfriends, who would pinch every penny over a bag worth a few dimes and cents, acting as if it would cost them their lives. Without comparison, there's no pain.

A young clerk asked the sales associate who had served Xia Liang, "Sister Wu, what kind of shopping card was that handsome man using? We've never seen it before."

Another young clerk chimed in curiously, "Sister Wu, you're so knowledgeable. Was that beautiful woman really carrying a ten-yuan Hermes bag?"

The other staff and customers all perked up their ears. They were just as curious about the card that could handle a purchase of a few yuan and even more curious about what kind of bag could possibly be worth ten yuan.

A proud look appeared on the sales associate's face as she explained eloquently, "The origin of that card is quite extraordinary. First, think about where we are. Whose territory is this?"

A young server blurted out, "Of course, it's Wang Dalin's territory, Yida Plaza!"

Having built the suspense, the sales associate continued, "I don't need to explain who Wang Dalin of Yida Plaza is, since everyone knows. That shopping card is his exclusive card, better than cash anywhere in Yida Plaza. Now, if Wang Dalin himself is giving gifts to someone, you can imagine the status of that handsome gentleman."

Everyone in the Prada Store gasped. Wang Dalin of the Yida Group was a household name throughout Huaxia. His famous line, "a small goal of one hundred yuan," was a testament to how brazen he was. Although he had fallen from his position as the richest man in recent years, the power of an old-money tycoon was still immense. The fact that Wang Dalin would give him a gift meant the handsome man's background was either rich or noble.

All the women present couldn't help but have the same thought: how wonderful it would be if Xia Liang were their husband.

The staff in the luxury store couldn't help but start gossiping.

"That's just too amazing, isn't it? Doesn't that make him the most powerful scion in all of Huaxia? That woman is so lucky to have found such a wonderful husband. I'm so envious."

"I'd be satisfied if my boyfriend were even one-thousandth as amazing as that handsome man."

Hearing the chatter, the senior sales associate scoffed. "The most powerful scion? Are you kidding me?"

She elaborated, "That Hermes bag is the most luxurious model from this year's Paris Fashion Week, valued at a full ten yuan. According to the fashion weeklies I've been following, that specific bag was gifted to the big boss of the neighboring business district, apparently to create a good impression for some event. I heard his net worth has already surpassed one hundred thousand yuan!"

As she said this, an unbelievable idea dawned on everyone.

"What? No way! Are you saying that young man is the mysterious big boss behind the business district next door?"

"With a net worth over a hundred thousand... doesn't that mean his wealth is comparable to Wang Dalin's?"

"A young man with assets over a hundred thousand yuan—can you still call him a scion? Just how rich would his father have to be?"

The senior associate mused, "It must have been that handsome man. That shopping card has a balance of a full one hundred yuan. He has the qualifications to associate with Wang Dalin, be the recipient of a gift worth over one hundred yuan, and he owns that ten-yuan Hermes bag. It has to be him."

The Prada luxury store was once again thrown into a frenzy as everyone discussed Xia Liang, the legendary tycoon. However, they didn't know the most terrifying part: the hundred thousand-plus yuan Xia Liang possessed was all liquid capital, not tied up in fixed assets.

The couple who had been watching Xia Liang walked out of the store dejectedly. A net worth of over one hundred thousand yuan and a monthly salary of a few thousand yuan was no exaggeration after all.

The girl looked at the bag she had just bought, and it suddenly lost its appeal. She hurled it to the ground, her heart filled with jealousy toward Su Yi. Why is my boyfriend such trash?

"Look at him! He buys a bag worth a few yuan without even thinking! Now look at you! You don't even own a house!"

Seeing the bag he had bought with a month of hard-earned salary thrown on the ground, the man completely snapped. "And you have the nerve to talk about me? Aren't you just jealous because you saw another man buy a bag worth a few yuan? Look at yourself in the mirror! Look at her, and then look at you! Do you deserve a one-yuan bag? Do you deserve a super-rich scion?"

Her innermost thoughts exposed, the woman trembled with rage. "Let's break up! I want to break up with you, you scumbag!"

A cold smirk appeared on the man's face. "Fine, let's break up. I saw through a vain woman like you a long time ago. Now give the bag back. It's mine. You're not my girlfriend anymore, so why should I buy you a bag?"

"I've spent years with you! Don't I get compensation for my wasted youth?"

"What about my youth? Isn't it valuable too? Who's going to compensate me for that?"

At that moment, Xia Liang was completely unaware that his casual shopping trip had ignited a fierce breakup.

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