Chapter 44: Now Things Are Different, the Zhang Family Has Made It!

The LV salesperson didn't discriminate against Zhang Xian, but she also didn't think she'd just met a major customer.

This guy doesn't even look carefully at the items—he just points randomly.

The total price of the four bags Zhang Xian had his eye on already exceeded one hundred thousand yuan.

"Sir, you must be so lucky to have such a girlfriend."

The female salesperson couldn't help but sigh.

"Four. One for each. Equal shares for all."

In a good mood, Zhang Xian joked with the saleswoman.

"Uh… four…?"

The saleswoman's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, but she quickly flattered him: "Sir, you're handsome, wealthy, young, and accomplished—you've got the means."

Zhang Xian smiled without answering and picked out a briefcase for his brother-in-law.

"Sir, would you mind adding one more girlfriend?"

After Zhang Xian finished paying, the saleswoman whispered.

"Huh?"

Zhang Xian blinked—he'd just been bragging, never expecting her to take it seriously, even wanting to be "Number Five."

But this condition wasn't acceptable!

The red threads above her head, though fewer than Wang Jiajia's, still numbered thirty or forty.

She might even be a part-time competitor.

That's unhealthy to consume.

Sure, Zhang Xian goes to foot spas, and those technicians also have wildly excessive red threads above their heads—but he truly doesn't partake, just relaxes.

At most, he'll encounter someone with few red threads and let them do an oral exam.

A young man in his prime with physical needs is better off than wasting his seed on toilet paper.

"Don't joke. We're not compatible."

"I like D-cups and above!"

Zhang Xian brushed her off casually.

The saleswoman looked down at herself and stubbornly said: "Can't I just get augmented?"

Zhang Xian smiled: "But green, all-natural food tastes best!"

The topic ended.

The saleswoman's lips twitched, speechless.

After leaving LV, Zhang Xian carried several shopping bags; Zhang Zhaodi still had half her two milk teas left.

She seemed to be maintaining some delicate balance—sipping from the left cup, then the right, then holding them side by side to compare, sipping a little more from whichever was higher.

Indeed, children's minds work in strange ways.

After shopping for over two hours at SKP Mall, two Chanel saleswomen helped Zhang Xian carry all the shopping bags down to the underground parking lot.

"Mr. Zhang, may I add you on WeChat?"

"I'll notify you first when we get new arrivals."

One of the female saleswomen spoke up voluntarily.

"Sure!"

Zhang Xian didn't refuse—her head had only two red threads; she was a decent girl, at least her romantic life wasn't chaotic.

Leaving SKP, Zhang Xian drove to the Medical University.

This was his fifth sister Zhang Pandi's school; Zhang Xian had come here many times, since his own Industrial University wasn't far, and sometimes when he was broke, he'd take the bus over to mooch meals.

He parked under the graduate dormitory and was about to call Zhang Pandi when she walked over from the cafeteria, accompanied by a tall girl who had a white lab coat draped over her arm—clearly, they'd been doing hospital practicals that morning and had just finished eating.

Zhang Xian got out of the car and waved at Zhang Pandi.

"Xiaoxian, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Pandi looked stunned, instinctively fearing another drain on her wallet.

Because previously, whenever Zhang Xian showed up unannounced at her school, it was always to mooch food—but then she remembered: things were different now.

Her brother had hooked up with Chu Yourong, a little heiress, and he himself wrote songs; their father's "Apple Fragrance" and Chu Yourong's "Face" were both huge hits—he must've made a lot of money.

Realizing her brother wasn't here to mooch or borrow money, Zhang Pandi instantly felt at ease.

"Just bored, took a walk, came to see my dearest fifth sister."

Zhang Xian replied cheerfully, then waved at the tall girl with Zhang Pandi: "Qiaoqiao, hi! Still single?"

Zhang Pandi was in a combined bachelor's-master's program, eight years total.

So her class relationships were very stable; the tall girl walking with her was Lan Qiaoqiao, her classmate and roommate, whom Zhang Xian had met many times before and knew well.

Seeing that Lan Qiaoqiao had no red threads above her head, just like his sister, Zhang Xian couldn't resist teasing her.

"Why bring up the one thing that's closed?"

"Pandi, I'm going to teach your brother a lesson!"

Lan Qiaoqiao shot Zhang Xian a glare—she was indeed still single, and that was her sore point.

But Lan Qiaoqiao wasn't single because she was unattractive—in fact, the opposite: she was beautiful, high-featured, and tall—175 cm—with legendary long legs.

In conventional thinking, people assume beautiful women always have many suitors—but not so. Men are rational creatures; when pursuing a woman, they first assess her "accessibility."

They judge internally whether they can match her—if there's a chance, they act; if not, even if they think she's outstanding, they just keep it in their hearts.

They have self-awareness.

So many gorgeous women actually have fewer suitors than slightly pretty ones.

Lan Qiaoqiao's situation was much the same—her exceptional appearance made many men keep their distance.

A goddess-level beauty like her isn't for the likes of them to even dream of!

Another reason is that Lan Qiaoqiao is too tall—she's 175 cm, and even in heels, she towers over 180 cm men; just her height alone eliminates many suitors.

In the past, Zhang Xian never dared to think much of this older sister, but today he suddenly realized he might actually be worthy.

Zhang Xian is 183 cm tall and quite handsome!

Of the three traits—tall, rich, handsome—he used to lack "rich," but now that gap is filled; he's become a true tall-rich-handsome, perfectly matched with Lan Qiaoqiao.

"Beat him!"

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Zhang Pandi smiled and replied.

"Hmm, this kid's skin's just too tight!"

Lan Qiaoqiao reached out to pinch Zhang Xian, but he casually pulled a Chanel handbag from the car and handed it to her: "I heard your birthday's coming up, so I specially prepared a gift—didn't expect you to treat me like this..."

Inside Zhang Xian's Chanel handbag was a bottle of perfume—a free gift from a bunch of things he bought.

Last time Zhang Pandi came home and chatted, she mentioned Lan Qiaoqiao's upcoming birthday and that she was planning a gift; now Zhang Xian was using this freebie as a borrowed flower to offer an offering.

"Huh? This..."

Lan Qiaoqiao's pale hand froze mid-air, then her face lit up with a radiant smile: "Really? This is for me?"

"If you don't want it, I'll give it to Zhang Pandi!"

Zhang Xian pouted.

"No, don't!"

"I want it!"

Lan Qiaoqiao snatched the handbag from Zhang Xian's hand and laughed: "Xiaoxian, you've got a good heart—no wonder I used to treat you to meals."

Watching this, Zhang Pandi beside them was stunned—when had her younger brother become so generous? Chanel? He just gave it away!

Of course, that wasn't the point—the real issue was, he hadn't given her anything!

"Fifth sister, this is for you."

As Zhang Pandi was still confused, Zhang Xian pulled another shopping bag from the car—it was LV, and the bag was huge.

"This..."

Zhang Pandi's eyes widened involuntarily—such a large bag could only contain clothes or handbags.

But could a family like theirs even afford this?

Clearly, Zhang Pandi hadn't yet adjusted her thinking; she still lacked a clear understanding of their family's financial situation.

Times have changed—the Zhang Family has prospered!