The woman in the red dress suddenly went pale. Laughter rippled through the crowd around her, and for a moment, she stood frozen, unsure what to do with her hands or feet.

So it turned out she was the real fool in this scene.

But kneeling in public? She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“I… I…”

“Don’t want to kneel? Or planning to back out?” Shi Han asked calmly, eyes lowered as she slipped the card back into her bag.

Her tone wasn’t aggressive or mocking — it was light, almost indifferent — yet it made the woman’s cheeks burn with humiliation.

The bystanders couldn’t hold back their laughter.

“Weren’t you the one who said if this girl could afford the house, you’d kneel and knock your head on the ground three times? Now you’re backing out because you’ve been slapped in the face?”

“She wasn’t even paying attention to her at first, but she keeps on looking down everyone. Honestly, it’s pretty obvious how she earned that house of hers.”

“Hahaha, it’s so obvious! The man beside her has a huge belly and a bald head—he’s clearly already married at his age. And this woman, so young and dressed all flashy like that? If she’s not after his money, why else would she be with him?”

…

“I don’t have time for this.” The middle-aged man, embarrassed, and intimidated by Lu Yan, shook off the woman beside him and hurried away.

Once the man left, only the woman in the red dress was left, clutching her handbag awkwardly. Kneeling was simply out of the question for her.

She was about to turn and leave, figuring she had already lost face.

Just as she moved, she heard the young girl’s voice: “If you don’t want to kneel, then don’t.”

Shi Han placed her bank card neatly in her bag and looked up. “Everyone chooses their own way of life, and their own thoughts. I just hope you don’t judge others based on your own perspective. Can you do that?”

Her voice was soft, with no trace of contempt or insult — just calmly stating her point of view.

The woman in the red dress’s face flushed bright red. Compared to her earlier actions, Shi Han’s words landed like a slap across her face.

“Sorry!” The woman blushed deeply and bent over at the waist to apologize, before hurriedly running out of the building.

With both of them gone, someone quietly remarked that Shi Han was too kind.

Kind?

Shi Han smiled faintly.

She wasn’t kind — she was just good at playing the game of manipulation. By taking the high road and teaching others a lesson, she gained a reputation for being virtuous. But Shi Han didn’t think of herself as a good person.

“Let’s sign the contract.” Shi Han turned to Lu Yan.

“Sure.” Lu Yan quickly printed out the housing contract, and the two of them moved into a private meeting room.

Shi Han picked up a pen, about to sign, when she suddenly noticed the wealthy woman had somehow appeared again.

“You like him too, little girl?” The wealthy woman nervously commented on Lu Yan’s appearance. “I can see why, though. This young man is quite good-looking. It’s normal for a girl your age to take a liking to him. But you know, pretty boys like him are usually found by people our age. You’re still young and don’t understand the rules here.”

The woman’s thick gold bracelet glinted as she gestured, her hands moving slightly with each word drawing Shi Han’s gaze.

She wasn’t fond of wearing such extravagant jewelry; constantly taking it off and putting it back on was just too much trouble.

But this was the first time she’d seen someone openly adorned with so much gold, as if they were practically plastering money on their face.

Shi Han asked, “Are you very wealthy?”

“What do you think?” The wealthy woman smiled as she stroked her gold rings. “Little sister, I can tell you’re not interested in supporting a pretty boy. So why are you butting in like this?”

Shi Han’s gaze shifted to Lu Yan.

His lashes fluttered down, his dark eyes casting a shadow, hiding the emotions beneath. But the tension in his body was still apparent — he was clearly suppressing his feelings, likely trying not to lose this job.

Shi Han didn’t want him to misunderstand that she had the same intentions as the wealthy woman. She spoke up, “I’m just here to buy a house from him. Nothing else.”

A cold flash passed through Lu Yan’s eyes.

Shi Han signed her name on the property contract.

By purchasing this house, Lu Yan would earn a commission of several hundred thousand. His situation would likely improve from this point.

As for why she was helping him, even she couldn’t explain it.

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