"你应该庆幸你遇到的是我."
蔡坤收回手,随手一弹,语气平静."我只是给你上了一课.如果是别人,你也不会这么轻易下车.
"我知道你不相信,但我并不在乎."
"随时来找我...但下次,我不会这么客气了.
蔡坤冷冷的说道:"做个傻瓜是你的权利,但离我女朋友远一点.
说完,他转身离开,留下李依林像一个没有灵魂的躯壳一样站在那里,久久无法回过神来.
"尽快预订公寓.不用担心钱.如果可以的话,我们明天就搬进去吧.
蔡坤搂着小花花说.
"好吧,亲爱的.我马上处理.
小花花也意识到,再留在这里并不是一个好主意.
她紧紧抓住蔡坤的胳膊,用痴情的眼神抬头盯着他的脸."你刚才看起来真帅!"
她万万没想到,平时温暖温柔的蔡坤,竟然变得如此凶狠和霸道.
但知道这一切都是为了她,她的心因甜蜜而融化.
蔡坤淡淡一笑.
他从来没有真正打算对李依霖做任何事情.
做一个傻瓜不是犯罪.
贫穷不是一种罪恶.
即使在这个拥有五亿美金的新生活中,蔡坤也绝不会因为钱而瞧不起别人.
毕竟,在他的前世,他也只是一个无名小卒.
所以他才冷静地试图和李依琳讲道理,希望这家伙能看清真相.
但李依霖显然是零自我意识.
后来发生的事情——他自作自受.
"我现在真的觉得自己是都市小说里那些傲慢的反派之一,"蔡琨笑着说.
而在那些故事中,这样的人物通常以悲惨的结局告终.
但这不是虚构的.这是现实生活.
他护送小花花回到她的出租屋,多呆了一会儿.在确认她已经联系了经纪人并聘请了一家搬家公司后,他才离开了.
当他走到停车场时,却不见李艺琳的踪影.
相反,一名年轻女子坐在他的兰博基尼引擎盖上拍照.
她很年轻,还算漂亮——但她的脸上明显带有化妆品技术的痕迹.
她身穿"潇湘"风格的透视皮草开衫,搭配奶油色裤子和Gucci拖鞋.她的头上戴着墨镜;她手里拿着一个黑色香奈儿小包.
假社交名媛的教科书例子.
蔡坤好笑地挑了挑眉头.他什么也没说,只是站在一旁看着她拍小照片.
尽管被注视着,女孩并没有退缩.她继续前进,好像什么都没发生过一样.
就在这时,蔡琨的电话响了.
他看了一眼屏幕.一个未知的号码.
他回答.
"Hello?"
"Good evening. Is this Mr. Cai Kun?"
The voice on the other end was a middle-aged man—polite and formal.
"Yes, that's me. What is it?"
"Mr. Cai, I'm Lin Yusheng, branch manager of China Merchants Bank Jiangcheng. We've noticed you recently deposited five hundred million US dollars into your savings account with us."
Lin Yusheng continued, "We're extremely honored that you've chosen our bank to manage your funds. A deposit of this size automatically qualifies you for our top-tier private banking services. I'd like to formally invite you to enjoy our exclusive VIP experience. What do you think?"
Cai Kun wasn't the least bit surprised.
Five hundred million dollars.
Over thirty billion yuan.
Buying two supercars yesterday had barely scratched the surface of that amount.
And banks, being the money-grubbing institutions they are, would naturally do everything they could to keep those funds in-house.
If you have enough money, the bank will treat you like royalty.
"That's fine," Cai Kun replied. "But I'm currently in Hucheng, not Jiangcheng. If it's a dinner invitation, I'm afraid you'll have to wait."
"Not a problem," Lin Yusheng said. "Coincidentally, I'm on a business trip in Hucheng as well. I can meet you wherever and whenever it's convenient."
Cai Kun had no reason to refuse.
Banks only ever help when times are good. They won't throw you a rope when you're drowning—in fact, they might just add weights.
But their services and privileges could be useful.
Especially for rare luxury cars like the LaFerrari—where demand outstripped supply—he could leverage the bank's resources to help him secure one.
"Alright then, Manager Lin. You go ahead and make the arrangements," Cai Kun replied.
"Would you be available this evening?" Lin asked, still polite but sounding slightly eager.
"Sure. Just send me the location."
Cai Kun glanced at the time. It was nearly 6 p.m. "I might be a little late though."
"No worries. I'll send the address to your phone. We'll be expecting you."
"See you then."
After ending the call, Cai Kun frowned and looked down at his wrist. The inconvenience of checking time reminded him—it was time to get himself a proper watch.
No need to delay.
He walked toward his car.
Traffic was already building. If he waited much longer, he might spend hours on the road just to get to dinner.
Better to leave now.
Just as he approached the fake socialite, she looked at him and said coldly, "Save it. I'm not giving you my contact info."
"And your little act was too much. Couldn't you at least make it believable? 'Bank manager?' Seriously?"
"I've seen guys like you too many times. It's tired. You're just another clown."
Cai Kun froze.
He hadn't expected his phone call to be misinterpreted as a lame pickup trick.
Apparently, she thought he had staged it just to impress her and get her number.
He didn't explain. He just said, "You misunderstood. I was just about to leave."
He pulled out his key and hit the unlock button.
The headlights of the Lamborghini lit up.
Cai Kun opened the scissor door and climbed inside.
The fake socialite's expression changed immediately.
"Oh no—I'm so sorry!" she rushed to the driver's side window. "There are just so many creeps out here. I didn't know this was your car, big bro."
"It's fine," Cai Kun replied mildly, reaching to close the door—only to be blocked.
"Big bro, what kind of car is this? It's not as handsome as you, but it's pretty close!" she fluttered her eyelashes and pouted innocently. "I was just drawn to it and took a few pictures, that's all."
Cai Kun smirked silently. Of course she knew what car it was—probably better than he did.
"I was about to leave. Would you mind giving me a ride?" she asked sweetly. "To make up for the misunderstanding, I'll treat you to dinner when we get there. We can even go to my place. I'm actually a great cook."
"No thanks," Cai Kun declined flatly. "I've got something important to do."
He had no interest in this type of woman—not enough to bother even if she was attractive.
"Then… maybe we can at least exchange contacts?"
She pulled out her phone, smiling prettily. "Anytime you're free, you can come over. I'm always available."
"Maybe next time."
Cai Kun waved and shut the door before she could say anything else.
He started the car.
With a roar of the engine, the Lambo sped off, kicking up dust behind it.
The fake socialite stomped her foot in frustration.
Girls like her dreamed their whole lives of marrying rich and reeling in a golden bachelor.
She never expected to screw up the chance herself.
She pulled out her phone, ready to post the car photos in her Hucheng socialite group—but hesitated.
Instead, she retouched the pictures and posted them on her feed.
"Is this the latest Lambo model? Sis, where did you find such a high-quality guy? Introduce me!"
"Goddess, you're stunning!"
"That Lambo is yours, right? Not your boyfriend's? I'll cry if it's your man's!"
In no time, her comments section was full of jealous socialites and thirsty simps.
She ignored the simps.
Reading the envy in her "sisters'" words gave her a wave of satisfaction.
Staring at the license plate in the photos, she recalled Cai Kun's tall, handsome figure.
This kind of top-tier man?
She had to make him hers—whatever it took.
…
Meanwhile, Cai Kun drove his Lambo through the city, unaware he had just been targeted by a fake socialite.
Shortly after, he received a text from Lin Yusheng.
The dinner location: Liangshe Night Banquet.
Fancy name.
Well, the branch manager of a bank wasn't likely to pick a dive bar.
It wasn't far—less than ten kilometers.
Even with traffic, he'd be there in under thirty minutes.
So he stopped the car at the roadside.
Whether there were traffic cams nearby didn't concern him.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.