C16 Investment Value

Upon seeing Yi Lanyou return laden with luxury items, Yi Rui'er sneered dismissively. To her, such items were trivial; true wealth was meant for extravagant spending.

Fang Fang's eyes sparkled at the sight. She had anticipated difficulties with Yi Lanyou but was surprised to find her rather ordinary. Observing Yi Lanyou's purchases, she inquired with a smile, "Lanyou, did you go shopping? Did you enjoy yourself? Remember, if you're ever short on cash, just let me know."

"Mom!" Yi Rui'er protested with a frown, feeling a surge of frustration. Fang Fang was usually so strict with her finances, forbidding any wasteful spending. Yet, her attitude seemed to soften for Yi Lanyou.

Yi Lanyou responded nonchalantly before heading upstairs to her room.

"Why would you say that, Mom? Didn't Dad already give her an allowance? Didn't you see how much she bought?" Yi Rui'er was seething with indignation. She yearned to lash out but instead kept her voice low as she grumbled, "Why does she get to?"

"What do you understand?" Fang Fang cut her off. She would only be concerned if Yi Lanyou were truly exceptional. For now, Fang Fang was content to use the simplest tactics to ensure Yi Lanyou's downfall. What could be wrong with that? She relished the thought of her adversaries cornered, especially those she despised.

Yi Rui'er, left without a response, felt her anger gnawing at her.

Meanwhile, Yi Lanyou in her room, carefully arranged her new acquisitions. Yi Haoen had provided her with a credit card with a monthly limit of 30,000, and she had spent a good portion of it today. But she was confident in the value of her purchases.

Turning on the desk lamp, Yi Lanyou admired the limited edition Dior perfume cradled in her hands. Its elegant glass bottle and flawless cut caught the light beautifully. Who would have guessed that a bottle priced at 1,500 yuan could appreciate to 22,500 yuan three years after the designer's passing?

Her past life's penchant for vanity and luxury had not only brought her into contact with such items but had also revealed their potential as investments.

She lacked the capital for real estate, the acumen for stocks, and the luck for lottery wins. In her past life, she never paid attention to such matters, only recognizing the value of what was directly before her. She was confident that she could earn money back with her own two hands.

Was this her good fortune? She wondered.

A faint smile played on Yi Lanyou's lips. Now, with Yi Haoen giving her thirty thousand yuan each month, she could afford to invest a portion of it into ventures that promised steady returns without risk. In two or three years, she anticipated a substantial savings.

After organizing her recent purchases, Yi Lanyou received a text from Zhang Ya, indicating that he had made it home and inquiring whether she had arrived safely. She responded with a quick message and then pulled out a new, plain notebook. She began writing down names, listing thirteen of her high school classmates and marking several with circles and crosses.

In her previous high school days, she had considered Lin Xiaorou her confidante, but a series of unfortunate events had turned the entire class against her. As a result, she never once attended a class reunion. Whenever Lin Xiaorou returned, flaunting her success with a hint of remorse, Yi Lanyou had to feign indifference.

Student life was a microcosm of society, and her classmates reflected the broader world. Her high school years were undeniably a disaster, leaving her with nothing memorable but a trail of regrets.

Now granted a rare second chance, Yi Lanyou was determined not to let such regrets define her life again.