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Except for Jin Kangwen, Cherng Xian, Luo Bingying and Zhou Peiwei, the expressions on everyone else's faces were complicated.

Lin Guangyao and Meang Kun, also pressured by face, donated 50,000 each.

It was not that they had the capacity to donate more—they were all second-generation rich, after all—but if they donated too little, they would feel embarrassed.

When each of the two girls donated 300,000, would a few thousand look reasonable?

But making this donation felt not so much like a charity but more like Shen Yuan was robbing their pockets.

It really hurt like hell!

Lin Guangyao didn't have as much pocket money as Meang Kun, but to keep up appearances, he grimaced and donated 50,000 as well.

They only wanted to attend a birthday party and have some fun; they hadn't expected this turn of events!

And Shen Yuan, the initiator, looked at the various expressions on their faces and felt secretly thrilled.

He had just counted, and not including Li Yuhang's 500,000, the total donations reached 1.05 million. Even the minor internet celebrities each donated 5,000.

Although the money wouldn't go into his own pocket, Shen Yuan felt it was much more exhilarating than cashback offers.

At that moment, Shen Yuan felt like he was an ancient hero who performed good deeds anonymously, redistributing the wealth taken from the rich to poor people who couldn't afford meals.

He felt a full sense of achievement!

After the meal, some were joyous and others were troubled. Fan Yuancheng thought even a Michelin-star restaurant was less appealing—he felt he suffered the most because donating 100,000 was not his intention to begin with, and Zhou Peiwei he fancied had promptly donated 300,000.

That was more than triple his amount.

He thought his earlier efforts to perform were somewhat ridiculous, to say the least. He felt like he'd lost money and face at the same time.

After dinner, Li Yuhang quietly pulled Shen Yuan aside to a corner, "Yuan, have you ever heard this line?"

"What line?" Shen Yuan didn't understand.

Li Yuhang lowered his voice, "Return the money of the gentry in full, split the peasants' money thirty-seventy. I'll not be a gentry, but I'm not donating that 500,000, I actually didn't agree to it in the first place."

"I didn't hear that clearly just now, say that again."

Shen Yuan pulled out his phone, turned on the recording, and pointed the recording side towards Li Yuhang.

"Fuck, it was just a joke."

Li Yuhang cursed and then said, "But I can't donate that much at once, let's do it in installments. I'll donate 250,000 now, and the rest next time."

Shen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "You don't really need to donate that much, if you feel it's too much, donating 100,000 or 80,000 is also fine, after all, we were just using you to set a standard just now."

"That won't do."

Li Yuhang immediately refused, "The girl you brought donated 300,000, how could I donate less than her? Besides, this is for a charity, I'll just donate the profits from the bar for the next two months."

"You're awesome."

Shen Yuan gave him a thumbs up.

Li Yuhang, ever since he was young, had always loved face and didn't like being outdone by anyone, let alone by a girl, so even if he had to strain himself, he aimed to be the top donor.

Shen Yuan still remembered when they were in fifth or sixth grade, a chubby classmate had bought a pair of over 2,000 AJ sneakers to show off, and the next day he bought a pair costing over 3,000 and wore them to class.

And during middle school, a classmate bought a full set of SKT champion skins to flaunt, and that very night, not only did Li Yuhang buy himself the SKT champion skins, but he also charged Shen Yuan's account with a full set, slapping two screenshots onto that classmate's face.

Shen Yuan had enjoyed a set of champion skins for free for a long time.

Looking back now, Li Yuhang's actions were indeed a bit immature and childlike, but they clearly showed his personality.

So since it was his birthday party, showing off was essential. Besides eating, there were second, third, even fourth stages planned.

However, Shen Yuan wasn't too interested in the fourth stage, with so many technicians of his own, why bother going to those places.

The second stage was at a KTV, a 20-minute drive away. Shen Yuan had had a little drink during dinner, so he planned to have the two sober girls drive.

"Bingying, you drive, I don't feel like driving today."
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Zhou Peiwei just didn't want to drive and hence hadn't brought her ice berry pink 718, then Shen Yuan handed the G63 keys to Luo Bingying, feeling a cold yet soft touch at the fingertips at the moment of contact.

Luo Bingying quickly drew back her hand with the car keys and walked towards the driver's seat.

Usually, if a friend is driving on behalf of the owner, it's natural for the original owner to sit in the passenger seat, so Zhou Peiwei casually opened the rear door and sat in.

What she hadn't expected was that Shen Yuan followed her into the back seat too.

Zhou Peiwei shrank inward, suspiciously asking, "What are you doing? Why aren't you sitting in front?"

"I get car sick sitting in front when I've drunk."

Shen Yuan casually said.

What a ridiculous excuse… Zhou Peiwei still underestimated how shameless Shen Yuan could be, truly this scumbag would stoop to anything to take advantage of her.

Meanwhile, Luo Bingying, seeing the two through the rearview mirror, was more uncertain about Shen Yuan's intentions now. While he seemed to have taken advantage of her just a moment ago, he now sat in the back close to Weiwei.

Perhaps she was overthinking it just now, was it merely accidental contact, and in reality, he liked Weiwei?

Suddenly, Luo Bingying felt a tightness in her chest but still clung to a sliver of hope.

Although Shen Yuan and Zhou Peiwei were in the back seats together, he did not actually move closer to her but closed his eyes to rest.

There was plenty of time to interact with the wealthy neighbor; there was no need to forcibly get close at a time like this.

But some tugging still had to be done, just to keep them in a state of ambiguous, unclear closeness.