GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator-Chapter 16 - : The Unplanned Embrace

8:47 PM – Xintai Mall, Luxury Wing

Zhao Shuxuan's manicured fingers tightened around her phone as she peered through a forest of mannequin limbs. The third-floor atrium hummed with the discordant symphony of credit card swipes and sales associates' practiced laughter. She fired off a text, the screen's blue light reflecting in her narrowed eyes:

The lingerie section. Now. Trust me.

Ye Chen's reply vibrated seconds later:

She's comparing thread counts in Egyptian cotton sheets. This isn't the mood you think it is.

[System Suggestion]

» Deploy "Accidental" Spilled Champagne Maneuver

» Success Probability: 38%

8:49 PM – Louis Vuitton Private Lounge

Su Ning's index finger paused mid-air above a monogrammed trunk, her clinical dissection of craftsmanship freezing when Ye's shadow fell across the leather. "The saddle stitching here," she remarked without turning, "is inferior to Hermès' 1837 technique."

"Predictable." Ye leaned against a display case housing a ¥980,000 jewelry box. "Like your opening gambits."

Her neck stiffened by precisely three degrees – detectable only to someone trained in the game's Microexpression Decoder upgrade. "Predictability," she countered, "is the refuge of those lacking imagination."

The sales associate's smile twitched, caught between commission aspirations and existential dread.

8:53 PM – Escalator Zone

Three fashion merchandising students froze mid-Instagram pose, their phones tilting like periscopes.

"Isn't that..."

"The Ice Queen? With..."

"...that guy from the campus gossip threads?"

The tallest lowered her rose gold iPhone, Gucci Dionysus bag slipping off her shoulder. "Do we post this or sell it to TMZ?"

Her companion's acrylic nail hovered over the record button. "Por qué no los dos?"

8:54:17 PM – The Fall

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Su's Louboutin heel caught on the escalator's serrated edge. Time fractured into crystalline shards:

1. 00.00 sec: The stiletto's 120mm heel snaps with a sound like Wall Street's collective sanity.

2. 00.03 sec: Ye's adrenalized synapses trigger God Mode Reflexes – a perk from last week's ¥0.90 purchase.

3. 00.07 sec: His left arm hooks beneath her knees, right hand stabilizing her spine – textbook princess carry protocol.

"Don't," Su warned through gritted teeth, her breath smelling of mint tea and repressed panic. "Say a word."

[Achievement Unlocked: Knight-Errant Protocol]

» +75 XP (Total: 355/500)

» Campus Gossip Index: Code Red

8:55 PM – Digital Wildfire

The merchandising students' TikTok feed exploded:

1. @LuxuryLia: OMG ICE QUEEN MELTING??? (2.1M views)

2. @FashionPolice: Breaking: Campus Royalty Carried Through Nordstrom Like Rapunzel (1.8M shares)

3. @RichPeopleProblems: POV: You'll Never Be This Rich or This Cringe (Trending)

Zhao emerged from a Fendi curtain, tears of vindication streaking her Charlotte Tilbury foundation. She captured the scene through nine consecutive camera filters, each more Valencia-toned than the last.

9:03 PM – Hospital Royale

The ER nurse took one glance at Ye's Patek Philippe and activated the VIP protocol. Silk-robed orderlies materialized with champagne flutes and heated blankets.

"MRI shows minor ligament strain," announced the chief orthopedist, squinting at scans brighter than his daughter's Juilliard ambitions. "But given the patient's..." His eyes darted to Su's diamond tennis bracelet. "...delicate constitution, I recommend 72 hours of monitored rest."

"In the VIP suite?" Ye deadpanned.

"In your penthouse," the doctor clarified, scribbling a prescription for Dom Pérignon-infused electrolytes.

10:17 PM – Maybach Aftermath

Mrs. Su's arrival sliced through the hospital's sterility like a Bespoke Tom Ford trench coat through wet tissue paper. Her perfume – a proprietary blend of frozen orchids and shareholder anxiety – announced her presence three corridors away.

"Mr. Ye." Her handshake calibrated pressure to millibar precision. "I understand you're responsible for my daughter's..." Her gaze swept his Supreme hoodie. "...current predicament."

"Mom." Su's protest emerged half-hearted, her fingers unconsciously straightening Ye's crumpled collar.

[Relationship Recalibration]

» Maternal Threat Assessment: 94% → 88%

» Weakness Detected: Approval of Posture-Correcting Behavior