Chapter 154: Running Into Lin Qianqian of the Socialite Class While Group‑Buying

Cultivation was temporarily put on hold, but Lin Meng wasn't in a hurry either.

Having not gone out for several days, Lin Meng was in a good mood today, so she casually dressed up and went out for a stroll.

A few days ago, while in seclusion, her cousin Xu Yixiao sent a message saying he would bring their parents to Jing Shi for a trip, and Lin Meng naturally welcomed it with open arms.

It just so happened that her aunt and her family hadn't visited before, so she could take them to her home as guests and, by the way, familiarize them with the area.

Except for her own room, the other bedrooms in the house were still vacant and lacking bedding, so today was a good opportunity to go get some.

As for Ye Heng's side, she hadn't even asked whether daily necessities like bedding were lacking.

She remembered Ye Heng once saying that the weather in the Fe Fe Tu Shi Jie Jie was extremely changeable, and she wondered if they had thick cotton blankets for cold days.

After thinking it over, Lin Meng went straight to a wholesale textile market in the suburbs.

The wholesale prices here are not high, and the key is that the materials are compliant and of medium-to-high quality.

Ye Heng was still out on his expedition, so Lin Meng didn't bother to ask and decided to just get the supplies herself.

In the shopping list she had prepared for Sun Yao, she had listed clothing for all ages and seasons, from down jackets to socks and underwear, buying whatever was available.

Of course, she noted on the list that the clothing didn't need to be branded; it only required compliant and comfortable fabric.

Branded clothing includes a markup, which has no commercial value in Ye Heng's Fe Fe Tu Shi Jie Jie, so there's no need to buy them branded items.

As for the bedding, there's naturally no need to buy anything too luxurious.

A four-piece set of pure cotton or cotton-linen is sufficient; for the quilt, three thicknesses—thin, medium, and thick—will do, using polyester fiber or soybean quilts, while more expensive down or silk quilts are impractical.

Lin Meng dove into the textile city, picked a few friendly shop owners, and placed a bulk order with them.

After leaving the delivery address, Lin Meng drove to the urban area, entered a home soft furnishings store, and selected several suitable sets of bedding.

After finally making the trip out, Lin Meng didn't rush home after her shopping; instead, she turned toward the CBD's bustling commercial district filled with skyscrapers to enjoy a nice meal. Just as she was about to leave, out of the corner of her eye she spotted several stylish women entering the shop, one of whom was a familiar figure.

Lin Meng suddenly saw Lin Qianqian, blinked in surprise, then couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, ordered another coffee, and returned to her seat.

It's rare to run into someone like this—how could she just let it go?

Speaking of which, she was actually quite curious about that Socialite Class.

She didn't know where her aunt had gotten the connections, but she managed to get Lin Qianqian into a Socialite Class in the capital circle.

You know, the wives of many high-society bigwigs, even the petite consorts of famous Movie Emperors, often come from Socialite Classes.

It's said that these Socialite Classes, which specifically target elites and even fly the banner of crossing class boundaries, will turn participants into socialites through image management, social etiquette, resource sharing, and so on, in a crash course.

But Lin Meng thought, how could a true socialite be something you can crash-course?

A genuine socialite cannot be faked, whether by family background or education; it requires long-term accumulation, cultivating both exterior and interior.

Someone like Lin Qianqian, a mere airhead, cares only about luxury goods and busy dressing herself up—inside she's still just an airhead.

Even if they manage to make her look like a socialite on the surface, a few words of conversation might give her away.

Lin Meng sat in a corner seat; from that angle it was hard for Lin Qianqian, seated conspicuously, to notice her, yet Lin Meng could take in every move of hers.

Lin Meng carefully examined Lin Qianqian and found she had indeed changed considerably from before; first, in her attire and styling, she had discarded some gaudiness, making what once seemed tacky refined appear somewhat more graceful and generous.

Lin Qianqian's features aren't particularly striking; sitting among five or six other beauties, she isn't the kind of face you'd remember at a glance.

But one must admit, her figure is quite good; she probably puts effort into maintaining it.

The only pity is that, no matter how she dresses up, she can't fake a pair of eyes that are both composed and aristocratic.

The saying that eyes are the windows of the soul is no lie—Lin Qianqian's eyes are full of calculation.

Take this very moment: a delicate dessert set sits before them, the other women chatting and laughing, while Lin Qianqian's eyes are already darting about, scheming.

Sure enough, the next second someone suggested they all take photos to post on social media, and Lin Qianqian swiftly locked onto the black swan haute couture cake farthest from her, wearing a triumphant grin.

"Sisters, this black swan cake matches my outfit today perfectly—I won't stand on ceremony."

Before anyone could object, Lin Qianqian had already shoved her nose close to the cake to sniff it, inadvertently touching the edge; the women who had wanted to compete with her could only grit their teeth and give up.

Seeing this, Lin Meng couldn't help but mutter to herself that Lin Qianqian's thick-skinned cheekiness was surely inherited; the just‑seen grabbing and scrambling for something unbecoming is something ordinary people would find embarrassing or beneath them.

But Lin Qianqian has a shameless streak in her bones; to achieve her goals she'll use any means, a trait etched into her marrow that she'll likely never change in this lifetime.

Lin Meng leisurely sipped her coffee while watching the group constantly hunt for angles to take pictures, strike poses, then repeatedly edit the photos on their phones before posting them online.

Just then, another unexpected person appeared.

Lin Haocheng appeared at the shop at some point and went straight for Lin Qianqian.

Soon Lin Qianqian twisted her waist and followed her brother out; it seemed there was some event where she could show her face, and as she left she gave those plastic sisters a good show‑off.

After they left, the remaining five women dropped the act, and sounds of contempt quickly rose.

"Lin Qianqian really puts me off—this dessert set costs over eight thousand, and we sisters are splitting the bill, yet she just picked the most expensive one; it's infuriating!"

"She's from a small town, so she's just uncouth—I've been annoyed with her for a while, but what can I do? Who asked her to have a brother with resources?"

"Sisters, which rich‑kid gang's gathering do you think her brother will take her to this time?"

"Enough said—I dislike her the most among us, even though she has the best resources..."

Lin Meng listened for a while and then left.

Lin Haocheng acts as a lackey for the rich kids; Lin Qianqian rides on her dog‑brother's coattails to occasionally show up at high‑end gatherings, which indeed counts as a resource, but it's still far from her goal of marrying into a wealthy family.

She thinks she's mingling with the upper class, but to those people she might just be a temporary amusement.

It seems the Socialite Class her aunt found for her is rather low‑end, limited to group‑buying orders and group‑buying packages.

Lin Meng still has plenty on her plate, so she naturally won't pay extra attention to these siblings.

Their worlds have ultimately diverged.