Tailsa hurriedly dug out the car purchase contract, transfer receipt, and other insurance documents from her bag, handing them all to her mother.
Aimee Hui took the contract, glanced at the Porsche seal, and asked, "How much was the car?"
"3.2 million," Tailsa replied, holding up three slender fingers.
"How much?" Aimee Hui was shocked.
"3.2 million," Tailsa pointed to the written amount on the contract, diligently explaining.
Aimee flipped through the contract, looking up to ask incredulously, "Is the car in your name?"
"Yes," Tailsa confirmed.
"When's the delivery?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"..." Aimee fell into a deep thought.
After a while, she came back to her senses, looking at her daughter with a complex expression.
"So... how old is he? What does he look like? Surely he's not older than your dad?"
"Mom, how can you doubt your daughter's taste?" Tailsa retorted, stomping her foot as she pulled away from her mother's embrace.
"He's my college classmate, over six feet tall, super handsome, was really the honest type, secretly liked me all this time and now that he's successful, he wants to be with me."
Aimee leaned in, touching Tailsa's forehead, baffled, "Not running a fever... talking nonsense in broad daylight."
"It's true!!! Mom!!" Tailsa shook her hands and stomped again in frustration.
"So? You came back crying just to brag about your boyfriend buying you a Porsche?"
Aimee's temper flared again as she tossed the contract on the couch, scanning the room for something to use as a weapon.
This girl needed some discipline.
Her red eyes had made her think something terrible had happened, giving her a fright.
Turned out, she was crying happy tears.
Damn it.
If she weren't her daughter, she'd have turned on her already.
Aimee thought begrudgingly.
"No, he... he..." Tailsa hesitated at the thought of James being a player, and her voice dropped.
Seeing her expression, Aimee frowned, a bad thought crossing her mind.
She hesitated before delicately asking, "He can't perform?"
Tailsa was stunnedâwhat was her mother saying?
"No, no, don't jinx him," Tailsa said, blushing, mumbling, "He's better than my previous boyfriends."
Aimee's gaze drifted to the clothes rack on the balcony.
Plastic, shouldn't break any bones.
"Ugh, there's another woman with him. I'm just afraid I won't win in the end."
Sensing danger, Tailsa hurriedly blocked her mother's line of sight, desperation in her explanation.
"He's not married, is he?" Aimee questioned.
"No," Tailsa confirmed.
"If you really like him, then stay together naturally," Aimee suggested. "And if it comes to it, and he doesn't marry you, just confront him when you have your child."
"..."
Tailsa was speechless.
"If he still won't marry you, I'll deal with him myself," Aimee asserted confidently.
"But... what if another woman has his child first?"
"You'll never know unless you try? Make sure he buys you the villa first," Aimee advised, "Make sure the house is in only your name, understand?"
Tailsa hesitated, "But isn't that kind of... not right."
"Why isn't it right? Or you could just live a plain life like mine, up to you." Aimee responded, exasperated, seeing her daughter looking down, silent, and sighed.
"You say you like him, he likes you too. Rather than worry about others, why not fight for it?" Aimee counseled.
"..." Tailsa's expression shifted, considering her mother's words.
Seeing she was listening, Aimee smiled, "Once you get that villa, your mother will move in too, to feel the wealthy life."
Tailsa's eyes twinkled with mischief, "You'll have to pay rent then."
She giggled and darted back to her room, closing the door.
Aimee stood stunned, rolled up her sleeves, and shouted, "Looks like you're asking for it, open the door."
...
Meanwhile, at Modu Teachers University, inside the girls' dormitory.
Shirley Taylor slowly woke up, interrupted by James's messages.
She glanced at the PK score:
112.5 million soundwaves to 79.5 million soundwaves.
At first, she thought she'd misread the zeros, but after rubbing her eyes and looking again, her brain seemed to freeze once more.
What was this eight-figure PK soundwave score?
Was she hallucinating?
Shirley Taylor wondered if she was dreaming, patting her cheeks before counting again.
She was entirely bewildered.
Earlier, she'd thought about supporting him once his money ran out, but a man who could easily give away over a million clearly didn't need her help to eat and drink.
Laughing at her childish idea, Shirley Taylor was amused.
At that moment, her stream had drawn a gathering of female streamers.
They'd been studying Shirley Taylor since the PK began.
Studying her outfit, background lighting, angles...
Eagerly ready with pen and paper, hoping to jot down the tactics Shirley Taylor used to get big spenders to throw money.
Until her big brother had thrown over 300 Carnivals for her.
This "Lucky Bunny" streamer, from start to finish, had uttered just one word:
"Mm!"
Then, lost in thought, she amused herself to laughter.
She was endearingly naive.
The watching streamers were dumbfounded.
This 'Lucky Bunny' hadn't done anything particularly special.
Sure, she was pretty, but they were all just as good looking.
They couldn't fathom how someone else could earn money by zoning out while they twisted their hips fruitlessly.
There had to be some secret technique they hadn't discovered.
Persistent, they sent Lucky Bunny private messages, hoping she'd teach them some courses, willing to pay.
But post-zoning out, Shirley Taylor didn't check her DMs.
Instead, she focused on the opposite stream, where the snakelike 'Lucky Meimei' was leaping excitedly, gesturing animatedly.
Curious, Shirley Taylor wanted to hear how others thanked their patrons, trying to learn.
She unmuted the stream.
"Thank you Cilantro Daddy for the 200th dragon; I love you Cilantro Boss, I'd marry you this life, even in death..."
The thumping background music and shrill screams startled Shirley Taylor, prompting her to mute it again hastily.
However, the words stayed with her.
Do men like being addressed like that?
Should she do it too?
Or perhaps it's best to stick with "master," "daddy" felt too... strange.
Having decided, Shirley Taylor prepared to address Enemy Brother as "master."
But her shyness choked the words in her throat, too embarrassed to speak.
Her red cheeks, parted lips, and bashful hesitation were utterly adorable.
Seeing this, James couldn't help but gift even more fervently.