Chapter 3

The system's cold voice sounded: [Detected flattery received. $200 deducted.]

Damn it all to hell.

I immediately blocked and deleted Zane to prevent any more flirty words from costing me money.

Not a great start.

I frantically dialed Xavier's number. I remembered he didn't have class today.

The phone rang for a long time before Xavier's half-asleep voice came through: "Sis?"

I put on my best rich lady voice: "I miss you. How about sis takes you for a ride on a private jet?"

After a few seconds, Xavier replied with a hint of amusement: "Sure, I'll get ready."

"It's a promise then. I'm coming to pick you up now." I hung up and floored it towards my second money tree.

What I lost from one man, I'll reclaim from another.

Xavier seemed to have dressed up a bit today - pure white hoodie, American-style embroidery, giving off a first-kiss-still-intact vibe.

I helped him fasten his seatbelt, narrowing my eyes: "You look very handsome today. Sis likes it a lot."

Xavier smiled innocently: "That's great. I hope she likes it too."

She?

Just as I was about to ask who "she" was, a girl got into the car.

Matching white hoodie, mini skirt, pure and sexy makeup. Who else but the campus queen.

The campus queen smiled sweetly: "Thanks for taking us out, sis~"

I looked at Xavier. He smiled calmly: "You don't mind bringing along one skinny girl, right sis?"

I don't mind at all. Not one bit.

As long as the plane can fit them, you could bring eight girls for all I care.

Sis just loves guys like you who are already taken. How is this any different from an iron rice bowl?

I was so happy I could die. But I made sure to look at Xavier and say sincerely: "As long as you're happy, that's sis's greatest fortune."

That was definitely the truth.

Xavier gave me a long look, the corners of his lips curling up slightly without saying anything.

The three of us took the private jet to my vacation island.

The campus queen "wowed" all the way from the west side of the island to the east, starry-eyed the whole time.

I quickly entered money-making mode: "Xavier, what flavor crepe would you like? Sis will make it for you."

"Vanilla, thanks sis." Xavier glanced at the campus queen. Before he could open his mouth, I already knew what he was going to say.

"What flavor crepe does your girlfriend like? Sis will make an even bigger one for her," I said kindly.

The ultimate move of a top-tier flatterer - love me, love my dog.

Xavier choked for a moment: "She's not... never mind."

He seemed to want to say something but held back, turning to ask the campus queen who was busy taking selfies what flavor she wanted.

I'm a crepe-making pro. In less than five minutes, I had two ready and delivered to their hands.

You ask why I'm so skilled? Because I've made them for other men before. Practice makes perfect.

After eating the crepes, I took them out on a yacht.

Along the way, I fussed over the campus queen, worried she was too hot or too cold, worried she was hungry or too full.

When the campus queen got seasick, I fed her medicine. When she took photos, I showered her with compliments.

It got to the point where Xavier couldn't get a chance to show off in front of the campus queen at all.

Finally Xavier got impatient. When the campus queen stumbled from drinking too much champagne, he rushed to catch her before I could.

He carefully held her, his eyes full of concern.

The sun was setting, casting the two of them in a warm orange glow. They looked good together.

I tactfully headed towards the cabin: "I suddenly need to use the bathroom. You two carry on."

I flopped onto the bed, watching the total assets in my account jump up by tens of thousands after the system's calculations. I couldn't help but cheer: "Woo-hoo!"

Then I put on some jazz music and started dancing.

Just as I got to the hip-thrusting part, I looked up and met a pair of dark eyes by the door.

"Xavier?" I froze, quickly stopping my hip movements. "Weren't you with the campus queen..."

Xavier's eyes were gloomy and filled with discontent: "You really want us to be together?"

Me: ?

A bad feeling washed over me. I cautiously said: "Aren't you already together?"

Xavier narrowed his eyes: "No. I bribed her to act. I wanted to make you jealous."

Sis isn't the jealous type by nature.

Is today the end of the world? Why is everyone changing their personalities?

On the verge of collapse, I asked: "Why did you suddenly want to do that?"

Xavier tugged at his collar. His collarbone was flushed from alcohol as he lowered his gaze and said softly: "It wasn't sudden. It's been bothering me for a long time. At first I was just after your money, but you went too far. You love me so excessively. Even my mom expects something in return from me, but you don't ask for anything."

I slumped onto the round bed. He crouched down, like an obedient tipsy puppy, looking at me with moist eyes.

"The internet says love is possessiveness, but you've never been jealous over me. I want to know, is it because you love me too much, or because you don't love me at all?"

The last question shook me to my core. His gaze nearly pierced through my eyes to probe my heart.

I instinctively held my breath, thinking to myself: "Stay calm, Hazel. You can handle this."

In this critical moment, inspiration struck and I steadily uttered two words: "Loved you."

Xavier: "?"

I wiped my face, feeling like a melancholic midnight rose: "Bro, let me be honest with you. Sis did love you, but sis suddenly feels like she doesn't love you anymore. Sometimes a woman's heart is just like that."

What young man can accept being dumped so abruptly?

None of them can.

Self-esteem is an extremely fragile thing, especially for men, and even more so for young men.

He would definitely lose interest in me in an instant, viewing me as the person he hates most in this life.

Then I could continue flattering him again.

Just as I was feeling smug, I was suddenly pushed down onto the bed, my hands tied above my head with a strap.

Xavier pressed down on me, playing with a peeling knife that appeared out of nowhere. His eyes held a craziness I'd never seen before.

"Sis, you can't do this."

"You've loved me for so long, you can't just stop loving me. Won't you fall in love with me again?"

"If I don't have your love, I feel like I'll go insane. Your love for me died, so why don't we die together?"

His breath fell on my neck, making my whole body break out in goosebumps.

Shit, this guy turned out to be a yandere psycho!

The system chimed in again: [Detected strong flattery received. $300 deducted.]

Xavier slowly traced the back of the knife along my skin, the corners of his eyes tinged red, his voice husky like aged wine: "Didn't sis say that as long as I'm happy, that's enough? I'll be happy as long as sis loves me again."

He gripped my chin, his tone coaxing: "Be a good sis, say you love me."

[Deducting $400.]

I blurted out: "Fuck!"

Xavier's whole body trembled, his voice taking on a quivering tone: "Curse at me again, sis. It feels so good."

?

Who can understand this?

When crazy opens the door for crazy, crazy comes home.

Just as I thought I was going to die at his hands today, there was a loud bang from the sky and the campus queen made a dazzling entrance.

Seeing our compromising position, the campus queen let out a "Hi!" and threw Xavier onto the floor, then crawled on top of me.

With flushed cheeks and reeking of alcohol, she buried her face in my chest and nuzzled: "Sis, don't like him anymore. Like me instead, okay?"

Me: Uh, miss?

The campus queen said passionately: "Only a girl truly understands what another girl wants. I won't let you get hurt. I only like you, okay?"

I looked troubled: "That sounds great, but—"

Xavier gritted his teeth and crawled up from the floor. Just as he brought his face close, the campus queen smiled and threw a punch, knocking him out cold back onto the floor.

"Learned some Muay Thai," the campus queen smiled gently. "Please continue, sis."

I swallowed hard: "Well, I suppose it's not impossible."

The campus queen hugged me contentedly and fell asleep.

I struggled with all my might to undo the restraints and fled to shore in the middle of the night.

Just as I caught my breath, I received a new message.

From Finn.

"Come pick me up from work."