Chapter 8: Does Friendship Bring Wealth? Little Rich Girl 666

Today, Jing Tian was dressed in a very girlish style.

She wore a white knitted dress, the soft fabric hugging her graceful curves, with lace trim at the hem swaying gently with each step, adding a touch of playful charm and liveliness.

Her fair face was adorned with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, as clear and serene as a tranquil lake, sparkling with a lively and mischievous gleam.

Beneath her high, straight nose sat a cherry-red mouth, naturally tinted without any makeup. Her long, glossy black hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling softly along her cheeks, resembling an impressionistic ink painting that lent her an air of languid beauty.

She wore no high heels; even a simple pair of white canvas shoes appeared stylish on her. A petite lavender handbag hung from her shoulder, and standing there, she seemed like a sprite stepping out of a painting, exuding a fresh, natural, yet sweet aura.

However...

Her cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel busily nibbling, constantly munching on snacks, which somewhat disrupted this delicate, fresh image.

To those unfamiliar with her, she might seem aloof and unapproachable. But once you got to know her, Chen Mo could only say that this girl was incredibly easy to please, genuinely content with the simplest things.

Of course, Chen Mo’s sincerity was genuine from the start. When he first approached her, he had no ulterior motives. He simply felt sorry for her solitude and wanted to help her blend into the crowd.

In truth, she wasn’t so easy to get close to. Although she sometimes appeared a bit naively clear-headed in front of Chen Mo, classmates who knew her well and understood her strong background had tried to befriend her, to no avail.

She was clever.

Yet, she was indeed easily satisfied. For instance, yesterday when Chen Mo invited her to stroll through the street food market, she had been exuberantly excited.

Chen Mo never pried into her family background but knew it was formidable.

Still, he found her endearing at times.

Many children have been taken to amusement parks by their parents, but she never had. After confirming their friendship, her first request was for Chen Mo to take her to an amusement park.

“Here!” Suddenly, Jing Tian handed over a half-eaten skewer of grilled lamb to Chen Mo.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Chen Mo asked with a smile.

She rubbed her puffed-up belly, a reluctant expression touching her face. She licked her lips but eventually restrained herself. Turning her head away, avoiding looking at the half-eaten, fragrant skewer, she made Chen Mo burst out laughing.

“I’m full,” she said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Chen Mo didn’t mind and took a bite of the lamb skewer.

“Are you happy?” Chen Mo felt a bit guilty because his intentions today weren’t entirely pure.

“I’m happy, but... you’re not a good enough friend!” Suddenly, she turned to Chen Mo with a pouty, irritated expression.

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“How am I not a good enough friend?” Chen Mo was somewhat puzzled.

“There are so many fun places and delicious foods here. Why didn’t you bring me before?” She frowned slightly, scrunching her nose as she looked at him.

Chen Mo fell silent.

“Have you never been to a street food market?” Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of such markets across the country. Nowadays, they’re commercialized and common, with nearly every city having one.

He hadn’t expected she’d never been before.

“No, this is my first time,” Jing Tian said.

Chen Mo began to understand. After all, she didn’t look like someone short of money, and those around her probably never brought her to such places. She likely dined at upscale venues.

“I’ll bring you again next time,” Chen Mo promised.

“Pinky swear!” She stretched out her fair finger, looking at him expectantly.

“Alright, pinky swear!” Chen Mo could only play along.

Though she was full, she didn’t want to leave and continued wandering. But this was hard on Chen Mo. She found everything new and fascinating, so every time she saw something tasty or interesting, she wanted to buy it. Yet, she only took a small taste before handing it over to Chen Mo.

No matter how much Chen Mo could eat, he couldn’t keep up with her nearly constant stops to buy more.

Though the total spent was less than what she might have paid for a handbag, the joy and happiness gained far outweighed the value of ten bags.

Watching her so content and happy, Chen Mo felt a little embarrassed to speak.

Well, worst case, he could always borrow from his father later.

“Are you really done acting?” As Chen Mo dismissed the idea of borrowing money from the little rich girl, she suddenly asked.

“Yeah, I’m done. I plan to become a director,” Chen Mo replied.

“A director? How about I be your lead actress?” Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she blurted this out.

Chen Mo sized her up and shook his head. She wasn’t quite suited to be the lead in "Boys Over Flowers."

After all, the lead in "Boys Over Flowers" was essentially a Cinderella figure, and this little rich girl, whether in temperament or appearance, didn’t resemble Cinderella at all.

Some things are innate, and temperament is not something cultivated overnight.

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“Not suitable? Then forget it,” she said casually, showing no disappointment.

Then she opened her bag and took out a bank card, holding it out to Chen Mo.

“What’s this for?” Chen Mo asked, surprised.

The little rich girl said, “It’s my pocket money. The password is six sixes. We’re friends—if you want to start a business, I’ll support you!”

“Start a business?” Chen Mo was momentarily baffled by her logic.

“You were an actor before, now you want to be a director. Starting over—that’s a business, isn’t it?” she blinked her big eyes at him.

“Well... aren’t you afraid I might mess it up? You really trust me that much?” Chen Mo laughed.

“Friends should share financial help!” she said matter-of-factly.

What could Chen Mo say? Was that really how she understood it? He half-suspected his language skills had been taught by a gym teacher.

“How much is in there? If you give it to me, won’t you have no money left?” Chen Mo asked as he took the card.

“I don’t know, but don’t worry—I have several more cards!” she said nonchalantly.

She then pulled out several more bank cards from her bag.

At that moment, Chen Mo felt a deep sense of guilt, as if he were the Big Bad Wolf tricking Little Red Riding Hood.

But he really couldn’t refuse. Despite her silly, naive appearance, she was quite stubborn.

“Then I’ll just consider it a loan!” Chen Mo said, looking at the bank card.

This time, the little rich girl didn’t argue. She nodded, put the other cards back in her bag, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, “Is this enough? Want me to give you another one?”

“No, it should be enough!” Chen Mo quickly declined, not knowing how much was on the cards.

If this kept going, he feared he’d truly become the Big Bad Wolf. This test was more than he could bear.