Chapter 2: Beauty Is Justice

Half an hour later, having changed into a completely new set of clothes, Wang Kun strode out of the upscale men's boutique, his departure marked by the infatuated gazes of the saleswomen.

"That guy is not only handsome, but also so rich! He paid for clothes worth hundreds of thousands without even blinking!"

"But why was he dressed like a food delivery guy earlier?"

"Maybe he's just experiencing life? Driving a sports car while delivering takeout?"

"Xiaoli, quick, send me his contact info!"

"Me too!"

The female staff chattered excitedly, their faces flushed with adoration.

Meanwhile, Wang Kun, having left the store, felt a little awkward.

"It really is a superficial world—if you're good-looking, even delivering takeout puts you a step ahead of the crowd."

Soon after he exited the mall, an argument from a nearby women's clothing shop caught his attention.

"Why are you taking my money like that!"

"I'm just taking back what's mine!" said Jiang Xiaoguo.

"Jiang Xiaoguo, the only reason you're so relentless about getting your money back is because you want to buy a new phone out of vanity!"

"That's right, I do want a new phone because of my vanity—just like you want new shoes because of yours."

"Jiang Xiaoguo, sneaking in here behind us—what kind of person does that make you?" sneered a tall girl.

Jiang Xiaoguo's roommates, Duan Jiabao and Luo Yan, immediately jumped to her defense.

"This shop is right by the school gate—who followed you here? When Wang Wei didn’t have money for a train ticket home, Xiaoguo lent it to her. And now you question her character?"

Faced with Duan Jiabao's accusation, Wang Wei, who looked somewhat plain and wore glasses, appeared aggrieved.

"If you knew I couldn't even afford a train ticket, why are you all being so hard on me? Can't you have a little sympathy?"

Outside, Wang Kun listened, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Classmate, what you just said is out of line. She lent you money out of kindness, but instead of being grateful, you try to manipulate others with moral blackmail. Is this really what your parents worked so hard to send you to university for?"

As Wang Kun’s voice rang out, all eyes turned to him as he entered the shop.

In that instant, their quarrel was overshadowed by Wang Kun’s striking appearance.

"Wow! He’s even more handsome than my favorite idol!" Duan Jiabao, the starstruck heiress, gazed at him, temporarily forgetting the argument.

Though Luo Yan and Jiang Xiaoguo didn’t swoon as openly as Duan Jiabao, they too were taken aback by his good looks.

Seeing he had their attention, Wang Kun continued, "It seems this classmate isn’t well off financially. The money she lent you could very well have been saved through long days of frugality. Even if your family isn’t wealthy, you shouldn’t use that as an excuse to guilt-trip someone who helped you."

His words left Wang Wei and her companion deeply ashamed; they hung their heads in silent embarrassment.

"Since the debt’s been settled, why not let the proprietor get back to business? It’s time for everyone to leave."

"Right! Xiaoguo, let’s go!" Duan Jiabao quickly tugged at Jiang Xiaoguo’s sleeve.

A moment later, Duan Jiabao, Jiang Xiaoguo, and Luo Yan had exited the shop.

Out on the street, Jiang Xiaoguo turned to Wang Kun with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for what you did just now."

"It was nothing. I just happened to be passing by and spoke up for what’s right. People who use sympathy for moral coercion don’t deserve it," Wang Kun replied calmly.

"Handsome and principled," Duan Jiabao beamed at him. "Let us treat you to dinner to thank you!"

"Yes, please!" Jiang Xiaoguo echoed eagerly.

Wang Kun smiled, glancing at his watch. "It’s still early, and I have some errands to run. Perhaps later this evening."

"Great! Let’s add each other on social media. We’ll message you tonight!" Duan Jiabao swiftly pulled out her phone, eyes sparkling.

"Sure."

Having exchanged contacts, Wang Kun smiled and took his leave.

"Alright, see you later," he said.

"We’ll be in touch before dinner," they replied in unison.

Watching Wang Kun disappear down the street, Duan Jiabao couldn’t hold back any longer.

"He’s so handsome! I’ve never seen anyone like him—not even my favorite idol can compare!"

"He really is," Luo Yan agreed.

"Not just handsome—he’s genuinely just," Jiang Xiaoguo affirmed.

Half an hour later, Wang Kun hailed a taxi to a downtown dealership.

"Good afternoon, sir. Is there a particular car you’d like to see?"

"I’m interested in that one," Wang Kun said, his gaze landing on a vibrant orange-red silhouette in the showroom.

"Right this way," the stylish saleswoman replied, leading him over.

Before she could finish her introduction, Wang Kun interrupted, "This one will do. Can I drive it away today?"

"Absolutely. We have a Urus in stock—you can take it as soon as the paperwork’s done. Once your plates are ready, just come back to pick them up."

"Perfect. Let’s close the deal," Wang Kun said with a wave and a smile.

About an hour later, Wang Kun, showered with compliments from the saleswomen, drove his new Urus out of the dealership.

With this flashy new ride, the next step was to buy a property.

In this world, Wang Kun possessed billions in cash—an immense fortune that needed to be put to good use.

After a quick search, he drove straight to a real estate agency, spent three hours, and purchased a standalone villa in Shenzhen Bay for 300 million.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wang. Here are your keys," the agent said.

"Thank you," Wang Kun replied, taking the keyring casually.

By 7 p.m., an eye-catching orange-red Urus pulled up outside a tea house restaurant.

"It’s Wang Kun—he’s here!" Duan Jiabao exclaimed excitedly.

"I see him! Who would have guessed he's wealthy too? Jiabao, you two must have plenty in common," Jiang Xiaoguo said in awe.

"Yes, fellow heirs!"

"Sorry to keep you waiting—I just wrapped up some business," Wang Kun said with a smile as he joined them.

"Not at all! We just arrived ourselves!"

"We didn’t expect you to be so well-off. We hope you don’t mind us treating you to a meal here," Jiang Xiaoguo said shyly.

Though Duan Jiabao had extended the invitation, the dinner was Jiang Xiaoguo’s treat, insisted upon as a gesture of gratitude.

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