novelraw Chapter 208: Ah Wei Is Already Dead
Chapter 208: Ah Wei Is Already Dead
June 6, 2023, Tuesday, Cloudy, 23~33°C.
Zhuxiyuan Residential Area.
"Ring ring ring—"
The sound of an alarm clock echoed through the room.
Gao Mengting slowly opened her drowsy eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up on the bed. Yawning widely, she stretched her arms, her movements deliberate and relaxed.
The light summer quilt slid down, revealing her bare skin beneath.
Her skin was flawless, smooth, and supple. Her figure, though not overly voluptuous, was gracefully proportioned, with soft and flowing curves.
Her B+ bust lifted slightly with her stretch, accentuating her natural beauty.
Since graduating and moving into her own room, Gao Mengting had developed a habit of sleeping without clothes, especially given her demanding work schedule. She found that this habit allowed her to relax more thoroughly and fall into deep sleep more easily.
She reached for her phone to check the time.7:30 a.m.
The previous night, she had livestreamed until nearly 11:00 p.m. and had only managed to fall asleep around midnight. Despite her fatigue, she felt reinvigorated by thoughts of her company’s promising future.
Thinking about the current status of Somay Apparel, Gao Mengting’s spirits lifted. The company had successfully passed the probationary phase on the e-commerce platform, significantly reducing the payment cycle. According to the latest figures, the business had achieved break-even status.
In other words, every order from this point forward would generate actual profit.
As the company entered a stable phase, Gao Mengting, who held a 25% stake, was set to reap considerable benefits. The most update n0vels are published on novel⸺fire.net
The three years since graduation had been a rollercoaster. She had experienced both great heights and devastating betrayals. Her most trusted friends had deceived her, and she had endured humiliation and doubt.
Now, with success finally within reach, her excitement was palpable.
In truth, her aspirations weren’t excessively grandiose. She simply wanted to establish her place in society, earn a respectable income, and reclaim her dignity.
While she liked money—who didn’t?—her desire for it wasn’t excessive. She wouldn’t compromise her principles for wealth. More than anything, she sought to grow as an individual, to find her value, and to earn recognition.
Her goal was self-improvement: to learn, to earn, to refine her temperament, and to strengthen her inner resilience.
Of course, judging by how things were shaping up, her equity in Somay Apparel was turning out to be far more valuable than she had anticipated.
Thinking about her young and talented business partner, Tang Song, Gao Mengting couldn’t help but smile softly. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of warmth and daydreams.
After savoring the moment, she finally got out of bed, dressed, and opened her bedroom door.
In the living room, her housemate Cheng Qiuqiu was practicing yoga. Her body bent gracefully into a near-impossible arc.
True to her background as a performing arts student, Cheng Qiuqiu’s flexibility was enviable.
Leaning lazily against the doorframe, Gao Mengting greeted her with a grin. “Morning, Qiuqiu.”
“Good morning, senior!” Cheng Qiuqiu paused her movements, turning her head with a cheerful smile. “I grabbed breakfast while jogging this morning. It’s in the microwave. You just need to heat it up!”
“Thanks!” Gao Mengting made her way toward the kitchen but couldn’t resist giving Qiuqiu a quick once-over. Her expression flickered briefly with admiration.
D-cup bust, a waist-to-hip ratio under 0.7, long, toned legs…
Her housemate was stacked. No wonder she had been so popular back in school.
Instinctively, Gao Mengting glanced down at her own chest and couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of her mouth.
No competition there.
At the dining table, she ate her breakfast while checking sales data on her phone.
Cheng Qiuqiu, having finished her yoga session and washed up, joined her at the table.
“Senior, I’ve taken leave for Friday. I’ll be heading to Shanghai and coming back Sunday afternoon.”
“Shanghai International Film Festival?” Gao Mengting asked with a knowing smile. “For Su Yu?”
“Yeah,” Qiuqiu admitted with a laugh, her eyes lighting up. “It runs from June 9 to 18. The timing’s perfect—I’ll splurge a little since it’s probably the last big trip I’ll take before graduation. I even booked a fancy hotel near the Shanghai Grand Theatre. Su Yu stayed there before, you know.”
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“I heard you have a good high school friend studying at the Shanghai Theatre Academy. Are you going there to meet him?” Gao Mengting teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Not really.” Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, chuckling. “Meeting him is secondary. The main reason is to support Su Yu!”
She propped her chin on her hands, her eyes softening as she spoke. “Xu An and I are both Su Yu fans, but he’s incredible in his own right. He’s got real talent in music and acting. He’s already debuted and even played the second male lead in a historical drama. It’s gained some traction. Now he’s planning to release an album too! So talented, isn’t he? While I’m there, I’m hoping he can help me get Su Yu’s signed photo.”
“Xu An?” Gao Mengting thought for a moment, then something clicked. “You mean Zhang Chengjun from Pear Blossom Snow?”
“Exactly!” Qiuqiu nodded enthusiastically.
“No wonder you were glued to the TV every evening. I saw you recommending it on your Moments too!”
“Well, gotta support friends!” Qiuqiu giggled. “I’m still holding out hope he’ll make it big one day. Maybe then he can introduce me to Su Yu in person.”
As the two continued chatting, Gao Mengting’s phone buzzed with an incoming call.
She glanced at the screen and answered. “Hello, Ah Wei?”
“Yes, I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be at the west wing 20 minutes early to meet up with everyone.”
“Got it. Thanks!”
Hanging up, she set her phone aside.
“Senior, is it for the university entrepreneurship event?” Qiuqiu asked curiously.
“Yeah. It’ll take up the whole day. A lot of our school’s alumni will be there—it should be lively.” Gao Mengting began gathering her things.
The College Entrepreneurship Assistance Fair was small in scale but incredibly practical. Official representatives would be present to assist with a variety of needs, including financial guidance, legal advice, venue rentals, and HR services.
For Somay Apparel, the fair offered a valuable opportunity. They could secure a better deal on warehouse leases in logistics parks with excellent locations and transport access.
Getting into this event wasn’t easy; participation required pre-approval a month in advance. Fortunately, Gao Mengting’s former classmate Ding Jiawei, who worked at the incubation base, had smoothed the way for her to skip the usual process.
At the University Startup Incubator:
9:30 a.m.
The venue buzzed with activity as cars and attendees filled the area. Banners hung high, bearing the event’s slogans.
At the west wing’s activity hall, a group of alumni had already gathered.
“Is it true that Gao Mengting’s company is based in Yunxi Tower?”
“Yeah, it’s legit. I saw her post it on her Moments—100 million registered capital, 30th floor office space.”
“Well, it’s a partnership. She only owns 25% of the shares.”
“Even so, that’s miles better than us renting desks in the incubator.”
The group’s focus lingered on Gao Mengting. Her story of being betrayed by roommates, starting over, and rising again was compelling.
One woman nudged Ding Jiawei with a grin. “Ah Wei, you’ve liked Mengting since college, haven’t you? Let me give you some advice—confess to her before her business takes off completely!”
“Hey, hey, wait a second! I like her too!”
“Count me in. Let’s all have a fair shot!”
The playful jabs and laughter quickly broke out among the male alumni.
In college, Gao Mengting had been a star—a vice president of the student council, academically accomplished, strikingly beautiful, and down-to-earth. Many had admired her from afar, but none had dared to make a move.
Among them, Ding Jiawei felt a flicker of hope. He had been close to her through their shared student council roles but lacked the confidence to pursue her then. Now, as a recently promoted project manager at the startup incubator, he felt better equipped to win her over.
The thought of using his new position to support her business made his heart race. If he could help her secure resources and see her succeed, maybe their connection could deepen into something more.
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone vibrated.
“Hello, Mengting?”
“Yes, yes, just follow the location I sent. I’ve reserved a parking spot for you nearby!”
“I’m sitting on the steps near the entrance. You’ll spot me easily.”
“Alright, see you soon!”
Ending the call, he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his neatly styled hair. Today, he told himself, was a turning point.
A few minutes later, a sleek black Mercedes E-Class pulled up, catching everyone’s attention.
The passenger window lowered, revealing a woman with an elegant profile. Her tied-back hair, crisp white blouse, and graceful demeanor exuded poise.
The group quieted as the driver expertly parked. A few murmurs broke the silence:
“Who is she? She’s stunning.”
“That’s Shen Yuyan, right? The campus belle from our year!”
As Shen Yuyan stepped out, dressed impeccably in a beige blouse and tailored skirt, her presence commanded the crowd. She smiled politely as she asked Ding Jiawei, “Are the investors already here?”
“Yes,” he replied, slightly flustered. “They’re in the east wing, being welcomed by the organizers.”
“Thank you.”
Yuyan’s polished charm left him momentarily dazed. Unlike Mengting, whose warmth felt approachable, Yuyan’s aura was dazzling but distant—like a star just out of reach.
A Moment Later
The low hum of a luxury car engine grew louder, drawing everyone’s eyes to a white Bentley Continental pulling smoothly into view.
The car’s understated elegance radiated wealth and sophistication. When the driver stepped out, a collective breath seemed to catch in the crowd.
Gao Mengting emerged with effortless grace, her soft waves tied back with a designer LV ribbon. She wore a stylish yet professional outfit, accented by a Chanel handbag and delicate jewelry.
Even her every step seemed to exude confidence and poise.
The Bentley behind her only amplified the effect, cementing her entrance as nothing short of spectacular.
Ding Jiawei swallowed hard, his mind racing. For all the meticulous preparation he had done to impress her today, Mengting had just casually redefined the meaning of success.
Shen Yuyan’s gaze lingered on the Bentley, her expression unreadable.
Elsewhere in Yancheng: A New Investment
Tang Song stood on the third-floor terrace of a luxurious villa in Shengyuan Jiajing, an upscale neighborhood renowned for its tranquility and exclusivity.
The villa, a sprawling 360-square-meter property with additional space in its basement, garden, and rooftop terrace, had been carefully maintained and featured exquisite modern architecture.
The interior, furnished with high-end materials and understated elegance, struck the perfect balance between sophistication and comfort.
As Tang Song gazed through the bright French windows at the panoramic city view, a sense of satisfaction settled over him.
This property, worth over 20 million yuan, was even better than he’d anticipated.
With only a few modifications—upgrading the gym, improving the home theater, and tailoring the master bedroom to Wen Ruan’s tastes—he was certain she’d fall in love with it.
So much so that she wouldn’t even want to leave.