The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Zhou Wang not only saw "Caiyun University," but he also noticed the large characters "Graduate Student Thesis."

This cool and pretty sister was actually a graduate student?

But that made sense. Jiang Mo was obviously older than him by quite a few years. If she was still a student, she could only be a graduate student.

"Hmm… are you one too?"

Jiang Mo shifted the book in her hand to cover the thesis, lowered her head, and asked.

"Yeah, but I've already graduated. Back then my advisor did persuade me to take the graduate exam, unfortunately…"

"Unfortunately what?"

Jiang Mo wasn't usually that curious, but couldn't help asking.

"But my skills were lacking. I knew I wouldn't pass, so of course, I didn't waste the effort."

Zhou Wang shrugged and sat down.

Hmm?

Jiang Mo was puzzled. The way Zhou Wang read, he didn't look anything like a slacker!

"Then you come to the library for…"

Zhou Wang thought their conversation had ended, but to his surprise, Jiang Mo spoke again after a while.

"For the house."

"Huh?"

Jiang Mo was momentarily stunned, looking adorable, making Zhou Wang want to pinch her cheek.

"There's 'gold in books,' you know," Zhou Wang said honestly, using a systematic interpretation.

"Oh."

Jiang Mo didn't say anything more, but Zhou Wang noticed that her lips seemed to twitch slightly—a fleeting and shallow smile that was surprisingly stunning.

This must be the legendary beauty in contrast?

After placing his coffee properly, Zhou Wang returned to the library area to find Yu Hua's "To Live" and brought it back to read.

The meal break was short, just enough to make him feel a bit better, not suited for tackling highly challenging books; a novel in the realism genre was just right.

Besides, this book offered quite a score, at 60 points, even higher than academic works like "Wealth of Nations." Zhou Wang figured maybe because it conveyed a different and more complex knowledge?

After their brief conversation, Zhou Wang thought his distance from Jiang Mo should have shortened a bit. But once he sat down again, he realized he had overthought.

Jiang Mo didn't say another word nor did she look at him. Even the coffee he brought to thank her for saving his seat was gently pushed back to him at some point, her rejection clear.

Zhou Wang didn't mind. He wasn't one to cling when someone obviously expressed their distance.

During occasional breaks, just having such a beauty sitting across was pleasing enough.

Time passed from afternoon until it was completely dark. When Zhou Wang finally pulled himself out of the rented "Jin Ping Mei" at the sound of the library's closing chime, he realized it was already eight-thirty.

The "Jin Ping Mei" in his hands wasn't finished, only about a third through.

Mainly because as it progressed, his condition worsened. After finishing "To Live," Zhou Wang found it difficult to regain that immersive focus.

Continuing with "Jin Ping Mei" was merely to test his limits. It seemed that reading excessively was too much.

Though he didn't finish four books as planned, today's gains were still sufficient.

Three books contributed a total of 130 points to Zhou Wang, equivalent to acquiring a three-bedroom apartment.

"This means I can free up evenings, no need to sit here for 12 hours…"

With a new plan, Zhou Wang stood up, the opposite seat already empty.

Jiang Mo had left about half an hour before, but considering the time, she was quite diligent. Given her looks in this day and age, it's rare to find such a hardworking girl.

Following the crowd out of the library, Zhou Wang noticed a well-lit area on the first floor as he reached the entrance.

Looking closely, it was the library's "Book Fragrance Station," operational 24 hours as per the sign, with many reading late into the night.

Zhou Wang was taken aback because he saw Jiang Mo again. Although she sat in a corner by a window, her striking appearance was hard to miss.

Jiang Mo was gazing out the window in a daze, eating a piece of bread in small bites, with a bottle of Evian mineral water on the table.

He then remembered Jiang Mo had sat in the library all day yet hadn't seemed to eat anything.

Was this her dinner?

But eating so little all day seemed too exaggerated.

Probably for weight loss…

Zhou Wang could only speculate, though Jiang Mo's figure seemed just right to him, girls always had their own standards for weight, which guys generally didn't understand.

Zhou Wang didn't look any longer, leaving the library quickly, as he had received a text 5 minutes ago indicating the driver was waiting at the entrance.

…

The next morning, Zhou Wang arrived at the Provincial Library at the perfect time.

He didn't do anything the previous night, even declining that hinting invitation from Manager Mao to "hang out" with his "sister." He went back to the hotel, had something to eat, and fell straight to sleep.

It was probably the best sleep Zhou Wang had, waking up feeling fully recharged.

Mainly because his bank account now had a balance of one hundred eighty something thousand, hard not to wake up refreshed.

He arrived earlier than the previous day, and after lining up to enter the library, he went to his usual spot.

Shortly after, Zhou Wang saw Jiang Mo walk in, dressed more formally today in a long black wool coat, revealing only a section of thin black stockings on her calves, paired with black low-heeled Martin boots, looking both beautiful and stylish, drawing a lot of attention as she entered the reading room.

Ah, kill me with beauty, sister!

Jiang Mo clearly noticed Zhou Wang too but didn't seem inclined to greet him, instead choosing a different corner to sit.

Alright, they were back to being complete strangers.

Indeed, girls who were this beautiful usually had certain quirks. Zhou Wang had thought they weren't strangers anymore.

But Zhou Wang didn't mind. He went to the reading room to get "Jin Ping Mei," borrowed three other books as per his list, and dove into a day of intense study.

When the dusk light bathed the city, Zhou Wang, feeling his concentration fading, didn't push further. He glanced at the system interface displaying "270 points" and contentedly closed "Psychology and Life."

Texting the driver, Zhou Wang waited a bit before getting up to leave.

Jiang Mo had already left at some point. Immersed in his reading, Zhou Wang hadn't noticed, only spotting her once he exited the library.

Jiang Mo stood on the curb, holding her phone and looking around anxiously.

In front of her was a silver BMW 5 Series, with a man around 30 who seemed rather unimpressive pestering her relentlessly. Jiang Mo bit her lip, her expression clearly showing annoyance, but more so helplessness.

Zhou Wang was a bit puzzled.

"Harassment?"