Chapter 24: Hammon: Who Bought My Louis XIII???

Then she nervously glanced at the group chat. Seeing all that childish talk, she was a bit dumbfounded, even the school group chats weren’t this juvenile.

It was nothing like what she’d feared, other women trying to poach the man she had her eyes on.

Anna couldn’t help but ask, "Ryan, what kind of group is this?"

Ryan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and generously showed her the chat interface.

"Just a regular chat group. All big spenders who gift on TikTok."

"All personal accounts, not guilds or agencies. They just hang out and chat when they’re free."

"I just registered this new account today, and they pulled me in. Since I’m free, I chat with them."

Hearing that, Anna’s mind started working.

He’d just registered a new account today and spent that much, did that mean he had a maxed-out old account before, maybe abandoned or deleted?

She thought that made perfect sense. Given Ryan’s low profile over the three years of college, maybe the only place he could let loose was online, where nobody knew him.

Perhaps that was his real circle, not the ivory tower where everyone saw him as a lowly simp.

While she was lost in thought, Ryan’s hand had already slipped into the neckline of her slip dress. Without a bra in the way, he casually kneaded her full, lovely breasts.

Anna let out a seductive moan, leaned against Ryan’s chest, and glanced at the screen: "All guys??"

Ryan chuckled and said, "Yeah, all guys, so the chat is totally unfiltered."

"Hey hey, back to the point. Aryan’s account is only Level 51. How do we settle this rule-breaking issue?"

"Right. Emperor, you speak up. Either that or kick him out."

"I say, just pull Emperor out and make him sing karaoke in front of everyone. Why are you guys making it so complicated?"

It was still all in a joking tone, but Anna’s eyes lit up when she saw it.

Level 51... that meant he had dropped a whopping 200,000. To put it bluntly, at that level he could walk all over any livestream room, even those with tens of millions of followers.

Yet in this group of over a hundred people, Level 51 was looked down upon. And most importantly, they said it was a newly registered account, this was a circle she’d never had access to.

Emperor: "Damn it, are you guys done yet? Aryan, drop a gift."

Ryan chuckled, knowing roughly what the routine was, and said, "Anna, looks like I have to bleed a little and send money."

Anna tensed up at that, but immediately smiled coquettishly and said, "Ryan, I only have the few hundred thousand you gifted me. Is that enough?"

Ryan looked at her with slight surprise, then kissed her on the lips and laughed, "A few hundred thousand? You’re way richer than me. You’ll have to keep me then."

Anna was a bit stunned too, after all, this group required at least Level 55, with some max-level big shots too. Just how much should the gift be?

Under her wide-eyed gaze, Ryan opened the amount and sent a 10-dollar gift, split among five people.

It was snatched up in an instant...

"Thank you, Brother Aryan, for your generous gift. Brother Aryan, you’re a true legend! I’ll be your most loyal follower!"

"Thanks for giving me a year’s worth of living expenses, Brother Aryan. Say no more, I’ll treat you to a feast tomorrow."

"Brother Aryan, don’t trust him. That guy has no class, zero service attitude."

"Are you guys shameless? All of you, get lost. Brother Aryan, you are my hero! I kneel before your greatness!"

Anna burst out laughing at that and said, "Ryan, are all your friends this funny together?"

"These guys are pretty much like this."

Ryan groped her breast and said warmly, "Everyone has pressure in real life. Guy friendships are actually pretty simple."

"That’s really nice. I’m envious."

Compared to the girls’ dorm, where four people had five different group chats, Anna was genuinely moved.

These big spenders had each dropped at least 500,000 in disposable cash, yet they could all have fun with a 10-dollar gift. This was a kind of male fun and romance that women couldn’t understand.

"What business is Brother Aryan in??"

Finally, someone asked that. No matter how much these guys goofed around, in a group like this, they were still looking for some benefit.

The Emperor immediately said, "Don’t ask about Aryan’s business. If he wants to say, he’ll say."

"At least he’s not a guild or agency, he just likes a woman who started streaming and didn’t want to see her get bullied."

That was clearly a way to deflect, but Anna saw it differently. She froze for a moment, then looked up and said, "Ryan, you liked Tina for so long... when did you start liking me?"

As she spoke, her breathing was a little heavy, her eyes filled with longing and expectation.

After all, Ryan had simped over Tina for three years. There were plenty of department beauties at school, and Tina was just one of them.

Truth be told, in terms of status, the two campus queens were the true top-tier. So in Anna’s eyes, being jealous of Tina was beneath her.

But now, she really was jealous of Tina.

Ryan had always been bad with words. But maybe, inspired by how these guys in the group chatted so freely regardless of their real-life personas, he found some courage.

Ryan gently touched her sensitive nipple and said, "Anna, I’m not good with words. I don’t know what to say that you’d like to hear..."

Before he could finish, Anna covered his mouth and said softly, "Ryan, I was being childish. I shouldn’t have asked."

Ryan felt immensely comforted and instinctively reached for a cigarette.

Anna normally hated the smell of smoke, but she immediately sat up, picked up a lighter, and lit his cigarette.

Just then, a new message popped up in the group. That guy who had gone from "Grand Emperor" to "Crown Prince," and whose real name seemed to be Hammon, roared out:

"Holy crap, guys, which one of you is so generous? My Louis XIII finally sold!"

Hearing that, Ryan and Anna exchanged a knowing smile.

Emperor: "No way? You actually sold that crappy bottle of yours??"

Hammon: "I was shocked too when I heard the news, okay? It’s been years, that bottle was only good for showing off after I bought it at auction."

"I thought it’d be some business reception, normal stuff. But it turned out a guy and a girl on a date opened it."

"That limited edition, three liters, they drank less than one liter and stored the rest."

"Then I asked around, turns out the guy topped up one million in one go. My dad almost told me to go personally service the customer."

"Damn it, Louis XIII is usually for auction and collection. Who the hell actually drinks it??"

After he said that, Ryan felt a bit speechless. Anna, on the other hand, simply took off her dress, making it easier for him to play with her beautiful chest.

Seeing all these rich people in the group amazed by that very event, the look in her eyes grew even more hazy. She took the initiative to kiss Ryan’s chest, her soft tongue teasingly licking his sensitive nipple.