CHAPTER 245: CHAPTER 140 WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?

The so-called elegance inherent in French cuisine could be described in a few words: small portions, slow service, forced elegance, and a feast for the eyes but not the stomach.

However, all of this hit right on Yu Yun’s sweet spot.

"This place is really amazing!"

Overwhelmed with surprise, her language skills seemed to deteriorate sharply, leaving her only able to utter the most basic exclamations and, of course, to eagerly take photos.

She started with the appetizers, then snapped photos of the décor after the dishes, and after the surroundings, she took pictures of the Bund...

Han Lie just watched with a smile, not stopping her or showing any impatience.

Respect for women? That’s my Brother Lie for you.

But actually, he did have some thoughts about it. When a man has truly experienced all sorts of different women and seen various situations, he can easily observe true human nature from the details. Take Pan Ge and Yu Yun, for example. Pan Ge, the more reserved one, would never take photos in so-called high-end places when she was out. She loved photography too, but only took pictures of things that touched her or when she had a clear purpose. A Michelin-starred restaurant, a French meal costing thousands of yuan—what was there to photograph? Such things appearing on her social media feed would only lower her style and class, unlikely to draw exclamations and praise from friends.

Yu Yun, on the contrary, particularly needed these external things to elevate her own perceived worth. Her social media feed was meant to be seen by others. Thus, a smart man could easily discern a girl’s social standing from her posts. Girls who frequently post things like manicures, ridiculously photoshopped selfies, or street views taken from inside luxury cars—most of them are dissatisfied with reality, rather restless, craving adulation from simps while also yearning for money. They are typically materialistic women from lower social strata.

A level higher are those who often post luxury brands, flaunt their access to exclusive nightclub tables, upscale restaurants, luxury hotels, yachts, and private clubs, showcasing a high-quality life. Most of them aren’t actually at that level themselves but are mid-tier gold-diggers who hustle for photo ops in various social circles. The top-tier gold-diggers are truly on another level. Their professed hobbies often include reading, piano, violin, baking, flower arranging, or golf. They might present as athletic, artistic, family-oriented, or traditionally gentle and demure... Most of the time, the captions for their posts are remarkably similar. These personas are meticulously designed by marketing operators well-versed in psychology, crafted to appear incredibly real and natural. They deceive those naive internet nouveau riche with unfailing accuracy.

As for truly wealthy and beautiful women, their social media feeds are basically unfiltered expressions of themselves; they never bother faking a persona. For a while, Old Guo’s eldest daughter’s feed was full of rants about endless homework. An heiress from a major investment firm (Shangtou) had a feed filled with gaming screenshots—bragging wildly when she won and spewing profanities when she lost, incredibly short-tempered. So much for being ’classy’! Just block your relatives, and problem solved! If you can’t use social media to vent and curse, then what’s the point of having it?

However, Chen Yanfei’s social media posts were quite restrained, more interesting than for venting or boasting. Pan Ge’s posts, on the other hand, often carried deeper meanings and purposes, operating on a particularly high level.

By the way, what’s the point of understanding all this stuff?

Guys, learning this is incredibly important.

When you meet a new girl and get a decent vibe, don’t rush. Observe her more. Don’t look at anything else—just check her social media feed or her comments on platforms like Xiaohongshu or Douyin.

If you encounter someone who’s clearly fishing for something, steer clear.

When you meet the outwardly reserved but inwardly restless types, go ahead and make a move; don’t be afraid to spend a little money.

If you find someone who genuinely loves life, then go for it quickly. Good girls are rare; first come, first served.

Learn to distinguish between them, and then slowly learn to tailor your approach. Chasing girls isn’t hard; you just need to be able to talk.

If you can’t learn any of this... well, pay up and get in line. I’ll start an advanced class for you all when I have time.

Han Lie watched Yu Yun’s unrestrained showing off and venting of her excitement. He understood perfectly: she had let down all her defenses, exposing her soft underbelly. The signals she was sending were clear— ’Quick, hit on me! I’m easy. One move and I’m yours!’

And so, Han Lie maintained his most aloof and composed demeanor until the very end. He didn’t lack gentlemanly conduct. He encouraged her when appropriate and gave her feedback when needed, but he never took the initiative or showed any real enthusiasm.

Later, when Yu Yun felt she had no other option, she took the initiative to suggest, "The moonlight is so lovely tonight. Shall we have some wine?"

Han Lie ordered her a dessert wine that cost over 1,800 yuan, but he himself picked up a glass of water.

"I’m going to the gym later," he said. "You can try this dessert wine; it’s made for ladies, has very low alcohol content, and won’t get you drunk."

I’m already fucking drunk on you! Yu Yun fumed internally, but she was completely helpless against Han Lie.

She tried one more time. "Then... can I accompany you to the gym? After you’re done, I can treat you to a barbecue in return."

Eating barbecue until midnight, then not being able to get back to her dorm, then having to find a hotel for the night, and then... the ’main event’ would begin... Why does this script sound so familiar? Indeed, guys also need to protect themselves...

The veteran decisively refused, "In your dreams. Finish up and head back to your dorm quickly. Don’t interfere with my girl-chasing."

Yu Yun was stunned. "Are you nuts or something? You have a gorgeous woman right in front of you, and instead of making a move, you want to go out and spend money elsewhere?"

"Gorgeous woman?" Han Lie drawled, looking her up and down several times. His expression was filled with such biting scorn, it felt like it could make her very chest burst with indignation. "Take out ’gorgeous.’ If you said ’woman with great tits,’ then you’d be closer to the mark."

Instead of taking offense, Yu Yun proudly puffed out her chest. "Don’t tell me you don’t like it!"

"Being ’Guang Da’—just big—what’s the use of that? Even dogs wouldn’t touch a Guangda credit card."