Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more!-Chapter 293 - 198: Shen Mumu’s True Looks, Feng Yuzhou Seeks Help

The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, the winter night's chilly wind swept through, causing them to involuntarily shiver.

Wu Wei turned and spoke to Shen Mumu, who was busy adjusting her scarf, "I have some things to tend to later, so I won't be able to take you back. How are you planning to get home?"

Shen Mumu paused in her motion of tying the scarf.

She hadn't anticipated that Wu Wei would skip the basic gentlemanly duty of "sending her back to school."

Once again, this strayed from her script.

But she quickly hid her surprise, lifted her face, and flashed a considerate and sensible smile, "I'll just take a taxi."

Then she casually asked, "Are you going to pick up your girlfriend?"

Wu Wei nodded, "Yes."

Shen Mumu's expression tautened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but in the next second, her smile blossomed again.

"Your girlfriend is so lucky!"

Her tone carried a hint of envy, "To meet such a wonderful, outstanding boyfriend like you!"

She skillfully used the term "girlfriend" instead of the more distant "your girlfriend."

That word instantly blurred the lines of identity and carried a hint of closeness, even slightly ambiguous undertones.

Wu Wei listened and smiled indifferently.

"I'm off, take care."

He waved his hand and turned to walk towards the parking lot.

"Wu Wei!" Shen Mumu called out from behind him.

Wu Wei paused and turned back.

Shen Mumu stood in the glow of the restaurant's entrance, her white down jacket accentuating her pale face. Her eyes filled with expectation, "Don't forget, our school's New Year's Eve party starts at 7 p.m. on the 29th. I have a solo dance performance... You must come and watch!"

Wu Wei nodded, agreeing, then turned around as his silhouette quickly merged into the night and neon lights.

Shen Mumu remained where she stood, watching the white Porsche merge into the traffic and gradually disappear at the end of the road before she slowly withdrew her gaze.

The sweet and flawless smile on her face slowly faded, replaced by a complex expression mixed with longing, anticipation, and a desire for challenge.

She took out her phone from her pocket and ordered the cheapest discount ride.

Then she opened the browser and began searching for "Panamera TurboS."

The search results page boldly displaying the guide price of 2.48 million yuan stood out. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She scrolled through the screen, browsing the long list of optional configurations, then roughly estimated.

If all these options were maxed out, the final price would indeed shoot towards four million yuan.

Wu Wei was indeed genuinely wealthy.

Shen Mumu reaffirmed this in her mind.

Though still a student, she knew many people who buy Porsches, especially the Panamera, which combines brand, practicality, and sportiness, often do so merely for the identity the shield logo represents.

They usually opt for entry or mid-range versions and don't invest excessively in unseen "internals."

Because to them, with that extra budget, it's better to upgrade directly to the entry model of a more prestigious brand, which offers more "face" and is more "worthwhile."

Yet Wu Wei's car was the top-of-the-line among the top configurations of the Panamera.

This meant he was wealthy enough not to need a car logo to showcase his wealth.

Shen Mumu recognized she was facing an opportunity, a genuine one that could entirely change her future life's trajectory.

Although Wu Wei already had a girlfriend, this wasn't an insurmountable obstacle; in fact, it somewhat simplified the "competitive environment."

Compared to facing numerous unknown potential rivals, she only needed to defeat this one opponent.

She had near-absolute confidence in her appearance and figure.

However, as this notion arose, it deflated like a balloon punctured by a needle.

She instinctively raised her hand, gently touched her smooth, delicate cheek.

Then she furrowed her brows in frustration and sighed.

With mixed feelings, she returned to the dormitory, removed her down jacket, and hung it in the wardrobe.

Then she walked to the full-length mirror hanging behind the dorm door.

The girl in the mirror had a graceful figure, with pronounced curves.

Long-term dance training had given her a tall, slender posture and smooth, graceful muscle lines.

Shen Mumu quietly gazed, with eyes filled with scrutiny and habitual appreciation.

This body was one of her greatest assets.

After a moment of admiration, she returned to her desk, turned on the little lamp, and began skillfully removing her makeup.

Under the lamp, her originally flawless, soft-glow "boiled egg skin" gradually disappeared.

Replacing it was a face with a base that was still pale and tender but covered in "discordant" marks.

Around the cheekbones and the edges of the nose were large patches of uneven redness, resembling burns, with faintly visible capillaries.

The forehead, chin, and edge of the cheeks were scattered with dark brown or dark red acne marks, some nearly faded, others stubbornly persistent.

There were even a few faded, grain-sized patches...

Though her facial features were still stunningly perfect, the overall attractiveness of her face plummeted from an impressive 90 or above to under 80.

Shen Mumu stared unblinkingly at the "bad skin" in the mirror, her eyes only reflecting deep fatigue and stubborn frustration.

"This bad skin… When will it ever get better..."

She sighed again, her voice thick with helplessness.

It all started with her effort to maintain an extremely slim dancer's physique.

For a long time, her dietary control had been nearly severe, with caloric intake far below the basic metabolism and enormous training consumption of her body.