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“You’ll get used to losing.”
That sentence haunted Jiang Mei so badly she couldn’t sleep the whole night. She even had a nightmare—every time Le Ya appeared, she’d be holding a placard that said “Loser,” and by the end, Jiang Mei had a whole armful of them.
She woke with a start at dawn.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Mei got ready and rushed off to the office. She decided to hand in her design after all.
After getting off the subway, she walked the rest of the way and happened to see Le Ya getting out of a taxi.
Having such a rich boyfriend, yet still taking a taxi?
The thought popped up instinctively.
She followed Le Ya into the office building and took a different elevator upstairs.
Jiang Mei noticed that the bag Le Ya was carrying looked expensive.
Women tend to have a sharper instinct for designer goods. Jiang Mei secretly took a photo and used image search online. Sure enough, she found the match quickly.
It was a limited-edition bag.
Jiang Mei’s eyes turned red with envy. That bag cost as much as her entire year’s salary, and Le Ya just wore it like it was nothing.
She composed herself and went into the office. During the break, she pulled up the brand’s website and got everyone to look.
Wang Kafei and Huang Ya were the first to take interest.
“It’s so pretty,” Huang Ya exclaimed after staring at it for a while. “These two styles are even limited editions. I probably can’t afford them.”
She at least had some self-awareness.
Jiang Mei looked up and asked, “Le Ya, want to come have a look?”
Le Ya shook her head. “I don’t plan on buying bags for now.”
Jiang Mei nodded and scrolled to another image. Pretending to be surprised, she said, “This one looks kind of familiar…”
Neither Wang Kafei nor Huang Ya seemed to catch on.
Jiang Mei then looked up again and said, “Hey, doesn’t this look just like Le Ya’s bag?”
Everyone who heard her turned instinctively toward Le Ya’s desk. Her bag was sitting right there.
Identical.
“It is the same,” Huang Ya said. “It’s the exact one.”
“Makes sense,” Wang Kafei said, finally understanding Jiang Mei’s intentions. “So that’s why you showed us the site—had an agenda all along.”
Jiang Mei smiled slightly. “That bag isn’t cheap.”
Le Ya didn’t even look up. “It was a birthday gift. No big deal.”
Her tone was light, dismissive. Wang Kafei almost applauded but held back to avoid starting drama.
She returned to her seat and said, “Work is still the most important thing. Jiang Mei, maybe stop looking at designer bags all day. You can’t afford them anyway—it just makes you sad.”
Jiang Mei: “…”
Clenching her teeth, she said, “At least I’ll save up and buy it myself someday. I’m not like those materialistic women who need a man to buy it for them.”
The office went silent.
Two guys in the corner played dumb like quails—any idiot could hear that something was off.
Le Ya, on the other hand, felt nothing.
She recalled what Xie Qingyu had told her: Let her get worked up by herself. Just watch.
And speak of the devil—Xie Qingyu called.
“Le Ya!”
Le Ya immediately picked up on something in her tone. “What happened?”
“I left something at home,” Xie Qingyu said. “I can’t go back for it, so I’m counting on you.”
“I don’t have the key,” Le Ya said.
“It’s a keypad lock—no key needed.”
“I’m working right now. Isn’t Su Hui home?”
“She’s out with Su Cheng on a date,” Xie Qingyu replied. “Didn’t want to interrupt them. Please help me!”
Le Ya sighed. “Fine.”
She asked Zhang Qiu for time off, grabbed her bag, and was about to leave when she glanced toward Jiang Mei’s desk.
Sure enough, Jiang Mei was watching her again.
Le Ya couldn’t understand what was so fascinating about her.
Xie Qingyu and Liang Qian lived in an apartment. Le Ya went upstairs and followed the directions to find what Xie Qingyu had left behind.
On her way out, she accidentally bumped her head on the coffee table.
“Ugh,” she hissed, rubbing her forehead. It hurt a bit. She sat down for a minute before getting up again.
As she stood, her gaze landed on a document on the coffee table.
It was labeled Project Proposal, with MOON’s company logo. The date marked was this afternoon.
It’s already noon, and it’s still sitting here?
Le Ya muttered to herself and called Xie Qingyu. “I found your teaching materials.”
“Love you!” Xie Qingyu said excitedly. “Come quick!”
“By the way, there’s a project proposal on your coffee table. Is it Liang Qian’s? It has MOON’s logo.”
Xie Qingyu didn’t remember at first. “Project proposal? Liang Qian was supposed to take that to work today—they’re turning it in.”
Le Ya said, “Well, it’s still here.”
Xie Qingyu replied, “Let me ask him.”
A moment later, she called back. “He forgot it. He’s planning to come back and get it.”
“I’ll bring it to him,” Le Ya said.
She already had time off, and it wouldn’t hurt to visit.
“Great,” said Xie Qingyu.
The high school they worked at wasn’t far from their apartment. By the time Le Ya arrived, Xie Qingyu had just finished a class and was drinking water.
Seeing her, Xie Qingyu rushed out.
“My example problems were all in those materials. I barely made it through that class,” she sighed in relief.
Le Ya brushed chalk dust off her hair. “You’d do fine even if you weren’t a teacher—like Su Hui.”
“You can’t compare me to Su Hui,” Xie Qingyu said.
Her own family had some money, and Liang Qian was also a second-gen rich kid. They weren’t married yet because he wanted to enjoy a few more years of freedom.
Xie Qingyu genuinely liked being a teacher.
But Su Hui was different. She was spontaneous and creative—that’s why she became a manga artist. Su Cheng pampered her so much that it shaped her whole personality.
If Su Hui had to do a regular job, she wouldn’t like it, and Su Cheng wouldn’t allow it either.
“I used to want to room with Su Hui,” Xie Qingyu said. “But Su Cheng really knows how to manipulate things.”
Le Ya couldn’t help but smile.
Xie Qingyu waved her hand, deciding not to discuss their petty squabbles.
She had watched Jiang Mei’s livestream again last night, still with Liang Qian, and they spent the whole night roasting her.
That Jiang Mei was clearly just jealous.
With a sigh, she said, “Can’t you act like a normal rich heiress for once? Drive a Lamborghini or Rolls-Royce to and from work every day, carry handbags worth tens of thousands, wear high-end designer clothes, and blind everyone with your luxury?”
Hearing that, Le Ya replied, “Then would that still be me?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Xie Qingyu muttered to herself. “But with the way you are, I guess I’ll have to wait until my next life to see that.”
She figured she’d never witness any extravagant flaunting of wealth.
Hearing the regret in her tone, Le Ya couldn’t help but laugh.
When they left No. 1 High School, the class bell had just rung.
It was Le Ya’s first time back since returning to the country. Not much had changed, except the teaching building looked even older.
She stood beneath the senior year building for a few minutes before finally heading out.
The receptionist girl was the same one as before.
When Le Ya approached, the receptionist was writing something down.
Seeing her, the receptionist quickly asked, “Are you here to see President Chen?”
Le Ya had originally planned to have a staff member deliver the documents, but after considering the possibility of the plan being leaked, she decided to deliver them personally.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Normally, an appointment was required to see Chen Yang, but clearly not for her. The receptionist immediately said, “Then you can go right up. President Chen is upstairs.”
Le Ya had been here before, so she knew the way.
Things were different now—likely because of the success of their new game, the employees all had visible joy on their faces.
They were a group of young people.
The gaming industry largely relied on passion, especially startups like MOON.
Le Ya could feel the vitality of this company—it had only just begun, and its next step would go even further.
And it was all thanks to Chen Yang.
While her thoughts wandered, she reached his office, only to find it empty. The door opened with a push.
She placed the documents on his desk, but before she could turn around, she heard the door open.
She had assumed it was Chen Yang, but it was actually his secretary.
The secretary had come up after hearing from the receptionist and immediately smiled politely. “Miss Le.”
He didn’t manage Chen’s private life, but he was still well aware of the boss’s schedule—after all, he made some of the arrangements himself.
Picking up his girlfriend from work every day, going on dates…
That had to be a honeymoon-phase thing. He even felt like it was something a newly-in-love guy would do—yet President Chen had been in a relationship for six years.
Le Ya pointed to the desk. “I’m just here to drop off some documents.”
The secretary glanced over and said, “President Liang and the others are in a meeting. I’ll deliver these for you.”
Le Ya gave a slight smile. “Thanks.”
The secretary added softly, “The meeting will probably go on for another half hour, so you can wait here if you’d like.”
Le Ya nodded. “Alright.”
The secretary brought in a cup of tea and gently closed the door.
There wasn’t much to do in Chen Yang’s office. After a few minutes, Le Ya grew bored and started playing a game.
But she wasn’t much of a gamer, and soon she had nothing to play—so she simply laid her head on the desk and daydreamed.
And just like that, she fell asleep.
When Chen Yang pushed the door open, he saw her head resting on his desk.
Le Ya had fallen asleep right where he worked, her face half-buried in her arm. Her long lashes were closed tightly.
The air conditioning was on, and the cold air was blowing directly.
Chen Yang stared at her for a while before coming to his senses. There was a small resting room in the office, which he barely remembered existed.
Quietly, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed inside, placing her gently on the soft mattress.
Le Ya frowned and curled up into a ball.
It was a universally recognized posture of someone lacking a sense of security.
Chen Yang sat at the bedside and brushed the hair from her face. Her fair skin was so delicate he could see faint veins underneath.
Her rosy lips were slightly parted.
His hand moved from her ear to her lips, gently brushing over them. Just as he was about to pull back, her lips closed around his fingertip.
He froze completely.
Le Ya was a deep sleeper—as long as there wasn’t a major disturbance, she wouldn’t wake. The things she did in her sleep were entirely unconscious.
If this wasn’t the definition of “reaping what you sow,” he didn’t know what was.
Every time he was teased like this with no reaction from her at all, he felt like a monk on a vow of abstinence.
Why was he growing more cautious lately?
Chen Yang slightly moved his finger, brushing against her teeth, then stopped again, his eyelids twitching with restraint.
After a long pause, he finally withdrew his hand.
The resting room’s curtain was drawn, and only a faint light glowed in the darkness. Chen Yang bent down and gave her a gentle kiss.
Just as he was about to get up, he paused again—this time near her collarbone.
Le Ya let out a soft “mm” sound in protest.
Only then did Chen Yang rise, satisfied, and tuck her in with a thin blanket before stepping out, feeling lighter.
The secretary happened to come in and, seeing the smile on Chen Yang’s face, couldn’t help but wonder if something good had happened.
Of course, he wouldn’t dare ask.
The secretary said, “Miss Le brought this earlier, but now I’m not sure where she went.”
Chen Yang gave a light hum in reply.
To prevent any misunderstandings, he added, “She fell asleep. It’s nothing.”
The secretary nodded instinctively, but then his brain caught up to what was just said—and his mind exploded with speculation.
He sneaked a glance at the resting room’s door and instantly imagined a dozen little romantic dramas. Now he understood why the boss was in such a good mood.
He was definitely being a third wheel.
Le Ya slept so soundly in that room that when she woke up in an unfamiliar, pitch-black space, she thought she had been kidnapped.
It took her a moment of sitting on the bed before she realized where she was.
Getting up, she straightened her clothes and hair in front of the mirror—then froze.
She touched her collarbone and found a red mark.
The resting room door opened.
Chen Yang was reading documents. When he heard movement, he paused and turned his head. “You’re awake?”
Le Ya didn’t respond, just sat primly on the sofa across from him, hands neatly folded on her knees, acting very proper.
Chen Yang sensed something was off. “What’s wrong?”
Did the spoiled miss have trouble waking up? Or was she having trouble sleeping in a different bed?
The blush she had finally calmed down while tidying up came rushing back. She asked in a small voice, “Chen Yang, did you do something to me?”
Chen Yang: “...What did I do?”
Seeing him play dumb, Le Ya grew so angry her ears turned red. “Did you bite me?!”
Chen Yang: “……”
His eyes instinctively flicked to her collarbone. The dress she wore didn’t cover it at all—the red mark was clearly visible, about the size of a fingernail.
He was momentarily stunned.
Glancing at his watch, it was already past 1 p.m.—over two hours had passed, and it was still there.
Truly a delicate young lady.
Le Ya saw he wasn’t speaking and demanded, “So you’ve got nothing to say for yourself?”
After a long pause, Chen Yang finally raised an eyebrow and replied, “I didn’t bite you. That’s a kiss mark, not a bite.”
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