[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s":3,"chapter-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-434":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\\% Rebate System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1491719,1939,"Chapter 434: Reassign","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-434",434,"\u003Cp>Harmony Mall glowed like a palace of glass and chrome, its lights reflecting in slick ribbons across the polished floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor walked with unhurried elegance, her heels tapping a confident rhythm that echoed down the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo trailed behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor stopped at the entrance of a luxury bag boutique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was a quiet kingdom of velvet displays and spotlit shelves, each handbag perched like a prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glided inside, gaze drifting from one piece to another, and her lips tilted with a private smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original \"wife-chasing\" arc, Mateo bought anything I glanced at. One look and... poof... paid in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Let’s see if the script still obeys me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She \"accidentally\" lingered on a structured leather tote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if bored, she looked away. She peeked at a second bag, a luminous taupe satchel, and then at a third, a limited edition crossbody with a rare finish. Each time she drifted on, as though indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo watched with growing dread. His soul practically rattled in his bones when he spotted the price tag on the tote: $5,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was nearly a tenth of his entire monthly allowance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How am I supposed to survive the month if I buy that?’ His stomach twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the panic wrestled with another thought: ’Eleanor is from a wealthy family. If I invest a little in her now, I’ll reap the returns later. That’s how this works, right?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened, marched to the saleswoman, and pointed. \"That one. I’ll take it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman’s smile widened professionally. She lifted the glass with a practiced flourish, set the bag on velvet, and began a patient, silken spiel about artisanal stitching and hand-dyed leather. Mateo waved her off, eager and flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s my girlfriend,\" he announced, jerking his chin toward Eleanor. \"Please pack it and give it to her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman glanced at Eleanor... elegant posture, expensive perfume, a face that said I don’t chase anything; things chase me and nodded, immediately understanding the dynamic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" she said, and subtly signaled for her colleague to bring out more pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor watched out of the corner of her eye as the bag disappeared into tissue paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smirked internally. Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drifted to another display. A crocodile-embossed piece with a tiny, inlaid clasp caught her eye $10,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced, then moved on. Another bag gleamed like a slick pool of night, $20,000. One more... rare, collector-grade... sat serenely with a $40,000 tag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo felt his heart hemorrhaging cash. He hesitated, swallowed, and did the math of his ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Ten thousand more... I could maybe stretch to that. Not twenty, definitely not forty.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steeled himself and bought the $10,000 one, managing a smile that looked more like a grimace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed over his card with a bravery that would have impressed anyone who didn’t know the remaining balance in his account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman, however, had been born for the battlefield of luxury sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in, voice a whisper threaded with persuasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, she also looked at those two,\" she said, gesturing to the $20,000 and the $40,000 showpieces. \"They’d complement what you’ve chosen perfectly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo’s jaw tightened. \"I know my girlfriend,\" he said with a tight laugh. \"She... she wasn’t interested.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman blinked, expression politely perplexed. \"But she did look,\" she murmured, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t wrong. Eleanor had looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mateo wasn’t refusing out of ignorance... he was refusing out of poverty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to shout it: ’I saw! I saw her look! I just can’t afford it!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he nodded, felt shame crawl up his neck, and, against his better judgment and maybe against sanity, bought both bags too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the transaction went through, Mateo stared at the number on the terminal as if it might sprout claws and drag him into the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the ridiculous impulse to cry. Instead, he inhaled slowly, took the stack of branded bags, and forced his mouth into something like composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor drifted out of the store with an air of satisfied calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’At least he’s useful,’ she thought, amused. ’If the supposed \"male lead\" can’t afford to spend money on his female leads, I’d ask the system for a full replacement.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They crossed into a jewelry boutique next, sleek counters, lit from within. Diamonds lay on velvet like stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor paused before a tray of intricate pieces and gave subtle looks. This time, Mateo pretended not to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Too subtle?’ Eleanor wondered. She decided to be merciful and leaned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could you show me these?\" she asked the saleswoman. \"And these. And...oh, that set as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman glanced at Mateo’s armload of luxury bags and instantly dialed up her enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trays appeared. Rings glittered. A necklace caught Eleanor’s eye like a sliver of moonlight... delicate, breathtaking, and ruinously priced. She looked, she weighed, she tested the hang at her collarbone. Then she waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo was sweating bullets. Every item she admired hovered between $20,000 and $30,000.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If she wants all this, I’m done for. I’ll be taking the bus home for the next decade.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eleanor’s eyes had that familiar shine, the one that told him she expected a grand gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed, squared his shoulders, and approached the saleswoman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pack... everything,\" he said, sounding like a martyr. \"I’ll pay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor turned instantly, voice soft and perfectly contradictory. \"I don’t want your gifts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips, however, betrayed her with the tiniest upward curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman’s smile dazzled. She began to gather the pieces until Mateo seized the escape route thrown at him like a life raft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, she doesn’t want them? Then I won’t... yes, I won’t buy after all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retreated a step, inwardly grateful and outwardly relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Bless you, common sense, Eleanor. You saved me from bankruptcy.’ He nodded to himself. ’See? She’s not unreasonable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Eleanor and the saleswoman froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped? Mid-gesture? Eleanor’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In what universe did a \"wife-chasing\" male lead take \"I don’t want it\" at face value? Had he read no romance scripts? Was this his first day as a cliché?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The saleswoman’s eyes flickered with sympathy for Eleanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor set the necklace down with careful dignity and stood. When she spoke, her voice was cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll buy everything myself,\" she said. \"I don’t need a man to purchase my gifts. Especially not a man whose heart belongs elsewhere. I refuse anything from him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo flinched. The words landed sharp, true. He realized, a beat too late, how thoughtless his retreat had looked. Guilt ghosted across his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll buy them,\" he blurted to the saleswoman. \"All of them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eleanor held up a hand. \"No. I said I’ll pay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silence settled. Then Mateo, mind lashing around for something, anything, to win back control, turned to her and said the one sentence that detonated the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eleanor, you can’t afford it,\" he announced. \"You are from a poor background.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world went very still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor stared at him, stunned. The saleswoman’s expression shifted... admiration cooling into faint disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second ago, she had assumed Eleanor was a refined woman courted by a rich, clumsy boyfriend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now a different picture formed: gold digger. Pretender. She wanted him to buy it because she couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor’s cheeks burned, not with shame, but with a rage so bright it steadied her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’He revealed my background just to save a few dollars.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliation wasn’t that he called her poor...it was that he stripped away her privacy in public, weaponizing it to dodge a bill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned on her heel and walked out without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, should I hold these aside?\" the saleswoman asked Mateo, half out of habit, half out of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mateo glanced at the jewel cases, then at Eleanor’s retreating figure, and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It seems my girlfriend doesn’t want them,\" he said, voice thin. Then he fled the counter, terrified the saleswoman might ring up the sale anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbelievable,\" the saleswoman muttered, turning to tidy the pieces, mouth twisted in a frown. \"If they don’t intend to buy, why stage a performance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eleanor’s steps were clipped and furious as she cut through the crowd to the parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached her car, yanked open the door, and sat, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles whitened. Her breath trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How could that bastard expose my background in public?\" she hissed. \"Are you seeing this, system? Is your male lead out of his mind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system, for once, did not argue. Its voice was quiet, almost chastened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[His behavior was unacceptable. Publicly exposing a future partner’s vulnerability is... immature. If I didn’t know the context, I might assume he was acting out of spite.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Might?\" Eleanor pressed her fingers to her temple, the beginnings of a headache curling behind her eyes. \"Listen carefully: I don’t want this male lead. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the system spoke again, carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I have submitted an appeal to the admin. The admin agrees that Mateo’s suitability as a male lead is questionable. A conditional change is being considered. If Mateo disappoints you three more times, clearly and demonstrably, the male lead will be reassigned to Theodore.]\u003C\u002Fp>",1532,"2026-06-06T04:03:40.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","376c46e090cd1975425bdbb1399b097434c8dac06dd61377fb94dfe5af6ee7b7","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-435","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-433",614,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fborn-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-cover.jpg"]