Chapter 2

I closed my boyfriend's short video and, after a moment of thought, sent him a text.

"Weren't you supposed to take me shopping? I really need new clothes. How about we go to Hermès? A T-shirt there is just tens of thousands of dollars, a small sum for a rich man like you!"

His social media profile boasted of his status as a young master from Hemmings family, with his family's assets totaling over a hundred million.

When he first friended me on Facebook, I had made it clear to him that I was an unemployed youth, alone and unsupported in Kyoto.

That only seemed to excite him more. He grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, insisting I agree in person before he would release me.

That very night, he wanted me to agree to be his girlfriend.

"The moment I met you, I knew you were the wife I wanted for life."

"Uh..."

Three hours later, I reluctantly agreed.

Yes, I was his chosen next lucky passerby, the key to his scheme to gain followers and make money.

As long as he could trample my dignity underfoot, his young master persona would seem more credible, and he could then go on to snag more promotional deals.

My boyfriend replied almost instantly, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Of course, my dear, I'll be right there. I've sent the address to your phone."

"Wait for me. I'll be there in ten minutes!"

He hurriedly hailed a cab and headed out, not forgetting to continue his live stream on his phone.

Viewers flooded the screen with comments, too fast for me to keep up.

"Still talking about a pure, innocent girl? I bet she's just waiting for our young master to spend money on her!"

"Do you even see what era it is? There's no such thing as innocence. That 'young girl' might as well be a sixty-year-old grandma in disguise!"

"There are so many despicable people in the world, and gold diggers are the worst. It's up to our young master to deal with them!"

I clicked on their profiles, checking their IDs and personal information. They were ordinary workers, some unemployed, yet all willing to serve this so-called young master like servants.

They started strategizing in the live stream.

"Stuff at Hermès isn't cheap. If it weren't for our young master, that gold digger would never have the chance to even step through the doors."

"Since she dared to ask, we dare to give. She wants a top, right? Let's pick out ten for her, the most expensive ones, and show her what a real rich man is!"

"And after getting the clothes, don't even let her try them on. Don't let that poor girl touch them. She might ruin them and mess up Hermès' business. Just cut off all the tags, take them to the checkout stand, and make her buy them or she can't leave."

"She can leave if she wants, but she will end up in jail! Let her spend a few months there to see if the gold digger gets taken under the wing of the female boss in prison!"

My boyfriend, facing the camera with a huge beauty filter and a gentle smile, began to like their suggestions.

"Alright, I'll listen to you guys one more time."

"Even if it costs millions in clothes, she'll be put in jail!"

Watching this scene, I laughed too. I took the opportunity to call Hermès headquarters.

I told them I would be arriving soon.