[Name: Shen Yun]
[Age: 38 years]
[Charm: 91 points (Still got that glow)]
[Body: 90 (Big tits, wide hips)]
[Measurements: Bust 96, Waist 70, Hips 89]
[Height: 167 cm]
[Relationship: Aunt]
[Virgin?: Nope]
[Status: Happy, proud, smug, cocky, flexing hard]
[Has boyfriend (husband)?: Married, popped out a kid]
[Intimacy level: -40 Disdain (Max is 100 In Love—hit that, and you've got a 100% shot at banging)]
[Key personality traits: Greedy, practical, insanely proud, sharp-tongued, stuck-up, loves to flex, vain, showoff, fake, bossy, arrogant]
[Conquest difficulty: ★★★★★]
[Interests & hobbies: Cash, stock trading, gambling, flexing, one-upping people, luxury gear, fancy cars, buying property]
[Weaknesses:
Obsessed with showing off to neighbors and friends, can't stand family or pals doing better than her.
Sick love for money, treats her family's little factory like it's her whole damn life.
Into stocks and betting, got guts and some skill, wins cash pretty often.
Hoards luxury shit like a maniac—every time she scores money, she grabs something luxe, even if it's low-end, just to flash it.
Worships her son like a god, brags about him nonstop in public—every tiny thing Du Bin does is a huge win to her, thinks he's gonna be some hotshot tycoon someday.]
[Tip: Hit her where she's weak—play to her interests and flaws to win her over.]
"Oh… heh, Aunt, who's this?" Wen Lan asked, eyeballing the shy girl trailing Shen Yun with curiosity.
"Oh, Wen Lan, this is my girlfriend—brought her so everyone could meet her. We're pretty much set to get engaged." Du Bin puffed up, proud as hell.
"Oh, congrats, congrats! Looks like a wedding's coming soon." Wen Lan forced a smile.
"Wen Lan, quick, go grab your mom, sister, and brother-in-law to check out our new ride—whaddya think? Paid cash, 360 grand—a Mercedes! Look at this design, this interior—gorgeous, right?" Du Jianjun bragged loud and proud about the car he'd bought for his son Du Bin. Guy was blunt, voice booming—Li Bin could hear him crystal clearly from inside.
They'd rolled up today just to flex this car.
"Oh, brother-in-law's here too!" Du Bin clocked Li Bin inside and waved with a smug-ass vibe: "Bro-in-law, you into cars? Come on, come check out my new whip—feel what a Mercedes is like."
"It's just a C200L—what's there to flex about?" Wen Wan muttered under her breath next to Li Bin, dripping with disdain.
But Li Bin, cool as shit, stepped out with a grin: "Damn, Du Bin, nice! Already got a Mercedes—you're gonna be a big boss soon!"
"How's it compare? Way better than your beat-up Toyota, huh? Japanese cars—cheap on gas but trash otherwise." Du Bin smirked, cocky and full of himself.
Old Li Bin would've choked on that shade and stormed back to his room, but now? Didn't faze him one bit.
Flex!
Keep flexing!
Go nuts, your whole damn family!
Mercedes, huh? Big Mercedes, huh?
Fine—once he locks down Wen Lan and gets that cash, he'll pull up to their place in a Maybach and flex right back!
The prouder they are today, the harder they'll eat shit later.
"Du Bin, your car's solid, but you fucked up one thing. No matter how dope the ride, it's not as big a deal as your girl, right? First visit today—you should've introduced us to her first, not kicked off with the car talk, don't you think?" Li Bin grinned, sly as hell, almost stirring shit between the couple.
Hearing that, Du Bin's girlfriend's face dropped fast.
"Oh, oh… uh… heh… I was just about to introduce her to everyone…" Du Bin laughed it off, awkward as fuck, then stretched out his hand: "Bro-in-law, this is my girl, Yu Yinyan—fresh outta college, top-tier program. Heh…"
Du Bin—shit grades, always scrapping, barely scraped through trade school, never held a steady job—was stupid proud of landing a chick with a good education. He hit "top-tier" extra hard.
"Yinyan, hey! I'm Du Bin's brother-in-law—welcome." Li Bin played it nice, sticking out his hand to Yu Yinyan.
Yu Yinyan seemed to vibe with Li Bin's politeness, shyly reaching out to shake his hand: "Brother-in-law, hi…"