Chapter 32: Screen-Flooding Red Envelope Rain

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Screen-Flooding Red Envelope Rain

Ouyang Mingruo, this psycho...

She had actually sent him a hundred messages!

Since Zhang Yun registered his account, no one had ever sent a hundred private messages at once. Upon opening them, he was rendered utterly speechless.

He had been too busy to check his phone earlier. After sending a few messages and getting no reply, Ouyang Mingruo had actually sent him a video call request!

At that time, Zhang Yun had been inside the Peach Blossom Spring Space, so the multiple video call requests hadn’t disturbed him at all. This had obviously annoyed Ouyang Mingruo, prompting her to use her ultimate move: sending red packets!

Out of the hundred messages Zhang Yun was looking at now, at least seventy or eighty were red packets!

This wasn’t a rain of red packets; it was a downright torrential downpour! Let alone in private chats, he had never even seen so many red packets sent at once in any group chat.

Zhang Yun had no mind to care about what Ouyang Mingruo had said or how many video calls she had initiated. His vision was completely blinded by the red packets, and his fingers were already itching to tap.

He thought, "I can’t tap them!

"She just wants to corrupt me with these red packets. If I tap them, wouldn’t I really become a live-in son-in-law?

"But staring at red packets and not opening them... is that even a normal human reaction? My conscience won’t be at peace!

"I’m losing control of my index finger!"

"Master?"

Hearing the call, Zhang Yun restrained his finger, which had almost tapped the screen.

After adding the three of them as friends one by one, Zhang Yun pretended to ask casually, "If you guys saw a ton of red packets, would you tap them one by one?"

"Yes, but usually they’re all snatched up. The only ones you can get are the one-cent packets..." Zhao Ye answered honestly, only for Ma Yuming to tug at his sleeve.

"Master, here is a small red packet to show our respect. We didn’t prepare anything today, but we will pay the tuition fees later."

Ma Yuming, who had been the first to cling to his coattails, thought he had heard the underlying meaning in his master’s words and immediately transferred 888. However, this could only be considered a red packet. If they wanted to learn peerless Divine Skills, the tuition fee certainly couldn’t be small.

Xu Jin and the ashamed Zhao Ye hurriedly followed suit.

Zhang Yun directly rejected their transfers and said in exasperation, "You guys are overthinking this! Let me show you. I’m really not dropping hints for you to give me red packets!"

He simply scrolled through his phone, showing them what a true rain of red packets looked like.

Xu Jin and the other two were dumbfounded!

"So red packets can actually be sent like this..."

"Looking at the name and profile picture, it seems to be a girl. Master is awesome!"

"Is this our master’s wife? Are you rubbing your romance in our faces?"

Zhang Yun rolled his eyes. "I’m not showing off anything. I’m just proving to you that I wasn’t hinting for you to send red packets. You guys can go back now!"

The three of them exchanged glances. Not daring to disobey, they bowed and took their leave.

Zhang Yun took another look at the dozens of red packets, hypnotizing himself, "Don’t tap them! They’re all one-cent packets. If I tap them, she’ll look down on me!

"Wait a minute! She’s just throwing money at me like this. I need to show her what it means to treat money like dirt!"

Zhang Yun immediately took a screenshot of the three rejected transfers from earlier, specially circled the word "Refunded," and sent it to Ouyang Mingruo.

"I was busy just now. Stop spamming me with red packets; I don’t fall for that trick."

Looking at the three returned 888 transfers, Zhang Yun calmed down. With her seventy or eighty red packets, let alone one-cent packets, even if each was worth ten, it wouldn’t amount to a single one of the transfers he had just refunded.

"Busy? I think you were ignoring me on purpose!"

Zhang Yun sent a sticker over. It depicted two hands pressing down on a bed, accompanied by the text, "So busy."

"Heh! So smug. How many minutes can you even last?"

"..."

Zhang Yun organized his words. "Miss Ouyang, if you have something to say, please just say it. I have work to do and can’t check my phone all the time. Your time is more precious than mine. Besides, spamming isn’t a good habit. Ming Tian, you’ll know when you get spammed with red packet refund messages."

Before he could even send this string of text, Ouyang Mingruo started spamming him again!

Transfer: 520!

Transfer: 1314!

Transfer: 13920!

Zhang Yun sent his message, unable to calm down as he stared at his phone.

He thought, "So infuriating! I can see the transfer amounts without even opening them. This is blatant financial temptation!

"Am I that kind of person?

"But I really want to accept them and take a screenshot to show off..."

"What do you mean by this?" After sending the text, Zhang Yun followed up with a sticker that read, "I’m not that kind of person."

Ouyang Mingruo replied, "Do you like them? What other numbers do you like?"

Immediately, more followed!

Transfer: 6666!

Transfer: 8888!

Transfer: 9999!

Red packets were like blind boxes; they could contain 0.01, or at most 200. The surprise lay in the uncertainty. However, they definitely didn’t have the same visual impact as direct transfer amounts.

With every new notification that popped up, Zhang Yun’s heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Yun quickly took a deep breath and told himself, "Calm down! Hold steady! Don’t be tempted. This only adds up to a mere tens of thousands. I am a man who will earn a million Ming Tian!"

Although his rational mind was clear, the red packets and transfers right in front of his eyes were far more enticing than a business deal that hadn’t yet materialized.

Tap—Delete!

Zhang Yun directly deleted their chat history!

He thought, "There, peace and quiet. If I can’t see them and can’t tap them, I won’t think about them."

Ouyang Mingruo messaged, "Accept them!"

"Get some good sleep and recover from your injuries. I’m off to work!"

"Just accept any red packet, and I’ll buy half a day of your time. Just chat with me, okay?"

Zhang Yun said patiently, "We aren’t close, so we have nothing to talk about. Your time is precious, don’t waste it on me."

"Then I’ll get to the point. Be my boyfriend! Pay attention, a boyfriend, not a live-in son-in-law. No problem with that, right?" Ouyang Mingruo finally revealed her true objective.

Zhang Yun replied, "Not interested, and I don’t deserve you. Don’t think about playing me, or you’ll regret it."

"I’m serious!"

Right after he replied, Ouyang Mingruo initiated a video call.

Zhang Yun furrowed his brows. He waited a moment before answering. A video call it was, then; they might as well clear things up face to face.

Ouyang Mingruo’s exquisite and beautiful face appeared on the screen. Whether she had a beauty filter on or had simply rested well over the past two days, she didn’t look haggard from her injuries at all; rather, she appeared somewhat radiant.

"Look!" Zhang Yun patted his own face on both sides, then switched the camera to film the surrounding forest and his mud-stained feet in sandals below.

"Hmm! Not bad at all. Picturesque scenery, and a handsome guy too," Ouyang Mingruo praised. "Are you sharing this with your girlfriend?"

Zhang Yun replied crossly, "Share my foot! I’m making sure you see clearly that I’m just a dirt-poor farmer. I’m not in the same social class as you. Whatever your agenda is, stop messing with me. If you’re looking for a meat shield or something, just put the word out, and there will definitely be plenty of young, talented men willing to do it."

Ouyang Mingruo chuckled. "This lady doesn’t care for young, talented men! I’m only slightly interested in you, little farmer."

"Tired of fine dining and craving some cheap street food?" Zhang Yun didn’t believe her at all.

"Do you think you’re cheap street food?"

"..."

"How strange! I have plenty of money and don’t need to rely on a man. Why would I want a well-matched young talent? Can’t I have true love? Is there a problem with me falling in love with you at first sight?"

Ouyang Mingruo sounded as if she were speaking to him, yet also venting to herself.

Zhang Yun flipped his hair. "Love at first sight just means you’re lusting after my looks and my body. I’m used to it. I’m just advising you not to get too obsessed!"

Ouyang Mingruo fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking seriously, "Did my dad say he was going to give you a sum of money?"