12:07 AM – Skycrest Villa #8
The armored door hissed open, its Biffar security system humming like a sleeping dragon. Moonlight sliced through floor-to-ceiling windows, glinting off the Fendi sofa's platinum-threaded upholstery. Ye Chen's sneakers squeaked against marble imported from a quarantined Italian palace.
"Welcome home, Mr. Ye," the AI butler intoned, its voice smoother than the Dom Pérignon chilling in the climate-controlled wine cellar.
[System Alert]
» Villa Defense Mode: Active
» Threat Level: Negligible (Unless paparazzi attempt frontal assault)
A plaintive meow pierced the silence.
12:19 AM – Moonlit Encounter
The figure emerging from the garden shadows could've stepped off a Shanghai Fashion Week runway – black pencil skirt hugging lethal curves, glasses framing eyes sharper than hedge fund audits. Her Louboutins clicked a staccato SOS against the cobblestones.
"Apologies," she breathed, voice laced with the kind of authority that signs seven-figure deals before breakfast. "My kitten's staging a coup d'état."
Ye's neural interface pinged:
[Character Identified]
» Mo Mengfei, 28
» CEO, M-Technologies
» Threat/Opportunity Ratio: 40/60
"Your security cameras caught this." She flashed her phone – thermal imaging of a fluffy white saboteur scaling Ye's rose quartz fountain. "May I...?"
"Be my guest." Ye gestured toward the garden, catching a whiff of her perfume – something unlisted on the Sephora app, likely bespoke.
12:34 AM – The Hunt
Mengfei's stilettos sank into manicured Kentucky bluegrass. "Snowball! Here kitty—"
Crash!
The Persian tore through a Ming Dynasty vase like it was a scratching post. "Third time this week," Mengfei groaned, scooping up the furry anarchist. "She thinks my board meetings are optional."
Ye crouched, extending a hand. The kitten purred, its collar glinting – Cartier, because even feline rebels have standards.
[Skill Activated: Animal Whisperer]
» Feline Approval Rating: 72% → 89%
"Truce?" Ye deposited the troublemaker into Mengfei's arms.
Her smile could launch IPOs. "Come by Villa #9 tomorrow. I'll trade you a rescue mission for single-origin coffee."
00:01 AM – Midnight Acquisition
The Patek Philippe 5074R lay in its velvet womb, complications whispering sweet nothings:
· Perpetual calendar tracking stock market cycles
· Moonphase dial calibrated for Shanghai smog levels
· Minute repeater chiming the funeral knell of peasant budgets
Ye strapped it on, the rose gold weighing exactly 0.0001% of his net worth.
[Achievement Unlocked: Wrist Candy]
» Social Credibility: 95% → 97%
» Hidden Perk: Boardroom Intimidation +30%
6:47 AM – Lakeside Run
Mengfei's sports bra defied physics. "Pace?"
"Survival," Ye gasped, the villa's 24/7 oxygen bar failing him.
They passed joggers clutching Starbucks cups like holy grails. Mengfei's Fitbit beeped – 8km at marathon pace.
"Your form's atrocious," she noted, dodging a leaf like it carried financial contagion. "I'll email my trainer."
[Relationship Update]
» Mo Mengfei's Interest: Professional Curiosity → Mild Fascination
8:02 AM – Campus Gates
The Ferrari's engine died mid-roar as Su Ning materialized at the crosswalk. Morning light gilded her ponytail – a lethal weapon against mortal hearts.
"Need a lift?" Ye popped the scissor door.
Her gaze swept the blood-red interior. "Will this fit my dignity?"
"Depends if you mind paparazzi." Ye gestured to the gathering crowd – iPhones raised like sacrificial blades.
[Social Media Forecast]
» #CampusSugarBaby: Trending in 3...2...
The Drop-Off
Whispers metastasized as Su stepped out:
· "That's the Ice Queen!"
· "Did they...all night?"
· "Quick! Tag Fang Bochao's Weibo!"
A freshman livestreamer hyperventilated: "Y'ALL SEEING THIS SH*T?!"
Su adjusted her backpack, the Patek glinting beneath her sleeve. "Your watch is...loud."
"Complications," Ye smirked. "Like us."
[System Alert]
» Campus Prestige: 700 → 1200
» New Rival Unlocked: Mo Mengfei's Competitive Streak