One Hundred Thousand Reasons to Spend Money in Games
Ling Qiong took up the job of game tester to earn some extra cash, slogging away for little pay and planning to quit after one last gig. But instead of escaping the pit, she fell into an even deeper one... Ling Qiong: Back in the day, I used to wake up in a sprawling bed hundreds of square meters wide, with a hundred stewards waiting to dress me... System: Wake up! You don’t even have a single square meter to your name. Ling Qiong: Hah! Mortals are simply jealous of my beauty. What can I do? I’m just so rich. System: Wake up! Check your balance! You’re so broke you can’t even afford a steamed bun. Ling Qiong: I once dominated the world, savoring the loneliness of invincibility... System: Wake up! Get yourself off the floor first! Ling Qiong: I’m adored wherever I go, flowers bloom at my touch... System: Wake up!! Your handsome man is about to die! Ling Qiong: Help me up, I can still grind!
One Hundred Thousand Reasons to Spend Money in Games
“How could they possibly be engaged?”
“It’s all because the second Miss Su is shameless, throwing herself at him—President Shen doesn’t even like her.”
“I’ve heard she’s quite indecent too, always seeing other men outside.”
“How could the Shen family agree to let her marry in?”
A cluster of young women gathered to gossip.
In the vast banquet hall, people came and went, while the stage displayed a slideshow of photographs.
To be fair, just from the photos, the man appeared handsome and striking, the woman delicate and charming.
Today marked the union between the Shen and Su families, and the main characters were none other than Shen Qinchuan and Su Miaomiao from the pictures.
Suddenly—a loud slap echoed, bringing the noisy hall to abrupt silence.
All eyes turned in unison toward the source of the sound.
A young woman in a white gown stood at the corridor just outside the hall, holding her skirt, her head tilted, gazing innocently at the two people in front of her.
Opposite her was another girl, whose posture betrayed her as the one who had just slapped someone.
The person who had been struck was another girl beside the young woman, clutching her stinging cheek, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Jiang Ke, are you crazy?”
“I didn’t mean to hit you…” The girl who delivered the slap—Jiang Ke—mumbled in embarrassment.
Jiang Ke immediately pointed at the girl holding her skirt. “She dodged out of the way, that’s why I hit you by mistake.”
The young woman blinked, her voice soft and swee
