There was a castle in the posh neighborhood of Jincheng, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.
It was so luxurious that it could rival any palace in the world.
The stairs were made of chentan longshe wood, which was even more expensive than gold. The floor was paved with top-grade yellow dragon jade. Even the faucets in the bathroom were made of pure gold, and the washbasins were carved from the most precious Hetian jade.
The chandelier overhead was decorated with real diamonds. The plain incandescent light was refracted into a touch of charm, making the person in the mirror look like having skin as smooth as congealed fat and features as beautiful as a painting.
Even though Wu Pengpeng had been living with this face for a month, she still couldn't help being captivated by her own beauty.
With almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, a jade-like nose and willow-leaf eyebrows, every part of her features was perfectly proportioned, like a peach on a branch in the early morning, beautiful and alluring.
Before she could finish admiring the peerless beauty in the mirror, Zhao Bufan called to urge her: "Where have you run off to again?"
"In the bathroom." Wu Pengpeng rummaged through her bag and took out a lipstick. She tore open the packaging and applied a thin layer.
She pursed her lips in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror had a charming look in her eyes and was extremely radiant.
Wu Pengpeng's heart melted as she watched: "So beautiful!"
She stuffed her phone into her bag and turned away contentedly.
She had only taken a few steps when a simply-dressed little girl stopped her: "You forgot your lipstick."
Wu Pengpeng glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and didn't reach for it: "I don't want it anymore."
The little girl let out a surprised "Ah". The lipstick didn't seem to have any problems. Why didn't she want it anymore?
Wu Pengpeng smiled faintly, looking like a show-off character straight out of a domineering CEO novel: "I never use any lipstick a second time."
Shen Qianqian looked at the diamond lipstick in her hand, the H. Couture Beauty, which sold for $1,400 each and was the most expensive lipstick in the world.
Throwing away such an expensive lipstick after just one use. What kind of family was this!
Her big, black-and-white eyes looked a bit dazed and cute because of that little bit of confusion, like an innocent kitten.
So cute!
It made people can't help but want to... give her a lot of money.
Wu Pengpeng resisted the urge to write a check and took out a handful of lipsticks from her bag and handed them to her: "Since you like them, these are for you."
Giving gifts at the drop of a hat. What a strange hobby!
Shen Qianqian quickly declined: "This is too expensive. I can't accept it."
"Take them!" Wu Pengpeng stuffed the lipsticks into her arms without any room for refusal. "These are a reward for your kindness."
Was this person crazy?
Shen Qianqian couldn't help but sized her up. She was dressed in all designer brands and looked extremely wealthy.
Especially the limited-edition Hermès bag in her hand. There were only seven in the world. It originally cost 20 million yuan, but now it had been hyped up to 25 million.
When Wu Pengpeng saw her gaze lingering on the bag for more than ten seconds, she was overjoyed.
Since the little cutie liked it, it met the criteria for a gift. Of course, it had to be given away for free!
She quickly took out her phone and keys and stuffed the bag into Shen Qianqian's arms: "This is for you too."
Shen Qianqian instinctively refused: "I really can't take this!"
"If you don't like it, just throw it away!" After saying this ultimate show-off line, Wu Pengpeng left gracefully.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, Zhao Bufan rushed over in a hurry: "You insisted on holding this show yourself, and now you're not..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a girl standing behind Wu Pengpeng with a look on her face that said "Mom, I've met a crazy person". She immediately understood.
"Playing the money-dispensing boy again?"
Wu Pengpeng stuffed the keys into her pocket: "I call this sharing happiness."
Zhao Bufan sighed helplessly.
This childhood friend of hers used to be low-key and self-motivated, a wealthy socialite who, even with a winning hand, worked harder and was more outstanding than ordinary people.
But ever since she got drunk and fell while inheriting the family business a month ago, she had seemed like a different person after waking up.
All she did every day was shop and give things away.
She gave away million-yuan bags and watches as if they were free.
She must have damaged her brain in the fall.
Zhao Bufan felt a bit sad: "I'll take you to the United States next week. I'll find the best brain surgeon for you."
Wu Pengpeng shook her head and refused: "No need."
Zhao Bufan thought she was worried that she couldn't be cured, and she felt even more heartbroken: "Don't worry. Medical technology is so advanced these days..."
Wu Pengpeng interrupted her: "Have you ever heard of the soul taking over a new body?"
Zhao Bufan was a bit slow to catch up with her train of thought: "Ah?"
Wu Pengpeng said seriously: "Actually, I used to be a down-and-out writer. I had been writing documentary literature for more than a decade, but in the end, I couldn't even afford the rent. I was kicked out of my apartment by the landlord on a snowy night. I had no money, so I went to my boyfriend and asked him to take me in. But I caught him cheating on me with his mistress. They pushed me down the stairs, and I died on the spot."
Zhao Bufan: "..."
It seemed that she was seriously ill. She had to contact a doctor quickly!
"Before I died, I made a wish that if there was an afterlife, I would rather be crushed to death by money than be poor to death."
She pointed at the sky, and her tone suddenly became mysterious: "The Heavenly Way heard my last wish and helped me fulfill it. It made me the heir of the world's richest man in a parallel world, with more wealth than I could squander in several lifetimes."
Zhao Bufan was shocked and quickly opened Jianxin and sent a message: "Uncle, Pengpeng seems to have gone crazy."
Wu Pengpeng was a bit helpless. If she didn't say anything, Zhao Bufan would always be suspicious and stop her from squandering money. But if she said it, Zhao Bufan wouldn't believe her.
Thinking of her mission to squander money, Wu Pengpeng couldn't help but sigh.
It was all because she died too early in her previous life. She hadn't seen much of the world and her imagination had been limited by poverty.
She thought she could easily complete the mission by eating, drinking and shopping. But she didn't expect that Old Master Wu was really too rich.
She had to squander 300 million yuan on average every day. Even if she was a money shredder, she couldn't do it that fast!
She sighed again and thought that she might as well continue to squander money!
She pointed at the waiters in the hall and told Zhao Bufan: "Give each of them a bonus of 100,000 yuan."
Here we go again!
Zhao Bufan had lost count of how many times Wu Pengpeng had given money to passers-by for strange reasons like "that person's mouth looks like Lu Han's, eyes like Hu Ge's, nose like Wu Yifan's, skin like Lee Dong-wook's, figure like Peng Yuyan's..."
Although she didn't know who these people were, judging from Wu Pengpeng's recent behavior, these people must be extremely good-looking.
So good-looking that she was willing to spend a fortune just to make them smile.
"What's the reason this time?" These waiters looked ordinary. It shouldn't be because of lust.
Wu Pengpeng had observed just now that among all the waiters, only these few people took their work seriously and didn't just come for the salary.
Such a responsible attitude was worthy of a reward.
She smiled sweetly: "Because I'm in a good mood!"
Zhao Bufan rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Can you stop acting like a decadent emperor who leads his country to ruin?"
Before she could finish her sentence, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wu Pengpeng's eyes suddenly light up. She looked over in confusion and was suddenly stunned.
There was a man in a white suit standing under the flower stand at the door. A faint glow seemed to surround him, making him look like an immortal who had just descended to the mortal world.
Zhao Bufan knew the people standing next to him. They were the popular boy band Class-3.
She had a deep impression of them mainly because a few days ago, Wu Pengpeng, driven by lust, wanted to spend 300 million yuan to invite them to perform a concert at home, but she had firmly refused.
She didn't expect that Wu Pengpeng had still invited them today.
Class-3 was recognized as the most good-looking boy band in Yun Country. But even these good-looking young idols paled in comparison to that man.
Zhao Bufan thought in a daze that this time, Wu Pengpeng was definitely going to spend a fortune.