A new transfer student named Xie Bucix arrived in class. She was the heiress of a wealthy family—beautiful, aloof, and unapproachable, but most importantly, incredibly generous.

As the heiress settled in, she naturally needed a few devoted followers to attend to her every whim. Wen Yan excelled at this role. She showered Xie Bucix with meticulous care and concern, undeterred by the heiress’s cold demeanor.

One day, Wen Yan mistakenly gave Xie Bucix a piece of cake. After a long silence, Xie Bucix asked her why.

Seeing the heiress’s reddened eyes and recalling their past interactions, Wen Yan suddenly realized that this seemingly unapproachable, aloof heiress… was surprisingly naive and easily manipulated.

A wicked idea sparked in her mind.

Wen Yan leaned in slowly, her gaze locking with Xie Bucix’s widening eyes, and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Because I like you.”

Xie Bucix was indeed naive and easily fooled. One kiss sent her fleeing, face flushed crimson. Wen Yan feigned disappointment and avoided her for a few days, and Xie Bucix couldn’t resist coming to her door.

After becoming Xie Bucix’s girlfriend, Wen Yan’s life became much easier. A little feigned vulnerability was all it took for Xie Bucix to sweep away all her troubles.

Wen Yan thought, as long as Xie Bucix remained wealthy and powerful, she could love her forever.

But not long after, the Xie Family went bankrupt, and Father Xie jumped to his death. The once-untouchable heiress was reduced to a stray, no longer able to lavish her wealth on Wen Yan.

Wen Yan withdrew, facing Xie Bucix’s desperate pleas with a detached smile.

“Is it really so hard to understand?” she said. “Didn’t you learn about rational investment?”

Later, Xie Bucix transferred schools, and Wen Yan assumed that Xie Bucix had turned a page in her life. It wasn’t until her junior year, when her roommate dragged her to a lecture, that a familiar voice suddenly called her name.

“Wen Yan.”

Wen Yan instinctively looked up and met a pair of familiar eyes.

The young heiress she had once rationally invested in stood on the podium, gently adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses. Her tone was calm, but the depths of her eyes remained inscrutable. “Please share your understanding of rational investment, along with any relevant experiences.”