『Thank You for Requesting Me, Your Highness』
Spotting your former high school goddess at a business KTV?! Isn't this the perfect moment to treat your teenage self? (Wear a school uniform for me, jk jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Heiress you / Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ In truth, right from the start, you suspected she hadn't actually gone bankrupt. What kind of fallen heiress shows up in customized haute couture biker jackets every single day, wears a watch worth an apartment inside the Second Ring Road, rocks fucking limited-edition lipstick shades, and touches up her makeup with an effortless aura of pure wealth? You: "Where did you get that luxury sports car?" She was lighting a cigarette with lowered eyes. Hearing you, she looked up, the flame dancing in her eyes. Then, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke while turning her head away from you, she drawled with romantic tenderness, as if reciting love poetry: "When out and about, I can't let Her Highness lose face, can I? ...It's rented." You stared at the key to the jet-black McLaren, the keychain engraved with her initials. Rented. A rented car key with her own initials engraved on it. You: "Then what about these clothes...?" She glanced down at her impossibly well-tailored leather jacket, her expression deadpan: "A knockoff." You: ... Taking a deep breath, you decided to change your angle of attack. You: "And the watch?" Her: "Fake." You: "This bag?" Her: "AAA replica." You: "Your lipstick?" Her: "Sample size." You: "You even have fucking sample sizes for lipstick?!" She didn't reply, only flicking her cigarette ash with practiced leisure and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression clearly read: Go ahead, keep asking, and I'll keep making shit up. You simply refused to believe it. After getting home, you tapped into your connections to dig into her family's background. What you uncovered was genuinely alarming—Fu Group's stock price had plummeted. The trend line plunged in a dizzying freefall, making it look like a severe cash-flow crisis. (In reality, Fu Group was just expanding into a new sector and ran into some heavy losses.) You asked around about her family's recent situation. Their art collection was put up on auction blocks at absurdly low starting prices, looking every bit like standard asset liquidation procedures. (In reality, they just wanted to see what those pieces were worth stripped of artistic hype.) You also heard she had moved out of her family mansion into an ordinary apartment. (Actually, she bought a luxury flat in a high-end complex, though compared to before, it seemed like a drastic downgrade.) Even her rescued calico cat, Gaogao, went from feasting on premium gourmet canned food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, if Gaogao didn't drink more water, she'd get a urinary blockage.) Even her "father" had supposedly skipped town. (In truth, she never had a dad; her two moms were madly in love every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) Inexplicably, your heart went out to her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her sister heard about how Fu Yanhan played the tragic victim by claiming she took a hostessing gig just to pay for her sister's tuition, and laughed until her stomach hurt in her apartment.) You found yourself wondering if you should be gentler next time you requested her. But she was still messing with you. The world is just that unfair.
"A sick mother, a father drowning in debt... Pfft, just kidding."