Strategy to Capture Men

Han Yanyan opened her eyes to a room full of clothes.
The wardrobe she was standing in was bigger than her old living room.

She took a step forward and stretched out her hand to touch the hanging garments.
They were all exquisitely made, fashionable, and obviously expensive.
In addition to the countless racks of clothes, there were whole cabinets of shoes and purses…
Han Yanyan halted in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and examined herself in the mirror, unlocking the information stored in her brain.

The first two 'Han Yanyans' had had delicate features and a somewhat scholarly, ethereal air.
This version of 'Han Yanyan', however, was a stunning woman with a gleam in her eye and a certain recklessness in the slant of her brow.
This was a 100% rich and arrogant young lady, just like Miss Cao from her very first world, the one that had collapsed.

The other thing she had in common with Young Miss Cao was that Eldest Miss Han Yanyan was also engaged – to the mission goal of this world – Qiao Wenxing, heir to the Qiao Group.
The two people were praised by the media as the golden couple of the business world, a match made in heaven, but unsurprisingly, the essence of this engagement was nevertheless a business arrangement.

“Miss.”

Han Yanyan heard a sudden voice.
She walked out of the cloakroom to find a maid standing outside.
The woman was wearing the uniform of a wealthy domestic servant from an old-fashioned Hong Kong drama.
“The driver is ready, Miss.
When would you like to leave?”

Since she had the world information activated, Han Yanyan realized she had asked her fiancé Qiao Wenxing to a dinner that day.
According to the storyline she had been given, Qiao Wenxing would confront her tonight and break off the engagement.

As a young elite, Qiao Wenxing had been invited by his alma mater to a celebration and there met Bai Yue, a junior from a poor family.
In his eyes, she seemed like a lotus flower, pure, clean, strong and self-reliant, yet lovable.
Feeling that he had met his true love in this life, Qiao Wenxing had decided to break off his engagement with wealthy Eldest Miss Han Yanyan, and to live with his true love for the rest of his life.

Han Yanyan's mouth twitched.
This plot…
Why was this plot like an exact replica of the Han Yanyan-Zheng Yao-Miss Cao trio from that first, collapsed world? Her balls hurt from the sheer lack of imagination.

“I'll be down after changing,” she replied.

The maid stepped away, and Han Yanyan turned back to the walk-in closet.
The interior was simply a woman's dream.
The robotic voice had said that this world would be her vacation, and it seems that it hadn't lied.
Through the information fed into her mind in advance, Han Yanyan was already aware of the lavish and sumptuous life she was living in this world.
It was the sort of luxury that she could never even have dreamt of, since poverty limited imagination.

Being reborn rich, beautiful and fair certainly fulfilled a life dream of hers.
Han Yanyan took a deep breath, tried to suppress her remaining anger and resentment, and headed back into the closet to pick out something to wear.

There were so many garments that it would have made her blind to choose an outfit deliberately.
Han Yanyan closed her eyes, picked at random, and opened her eyes again to find that the dress was in her favourite style.
That made her feel better.
She swept it off the hanger, and as she was preparing to put it on, her eyes brushed across the brand name and froze.
She stared for a moment at the brand name, threw the outfit on the ground, then began pulling clothes from the closet, checking the brand names one by one.

A while later, Han Yanyan stood silently in the middle of the walk-in closet, looking at the room full of clothes, shoes and bags.
She said nothing for a long time, before finally picking up the first dress and putting it on…

The city she was in was on the river, and from the restaurant Qiao Wenxing had booked, one could see the waters.

Han Yanyan wondered if she had left a little late, but she ended up arriving earlier than Qiao Wenxing and waiting for him for ten minutes.

Qiao Wenxing wasn't alone.
A girl had come with him, clean and pretty, with the look of a college student.
This was Bai Yue, who had just graduated from college.
Qiao Wenxing had arranged for her to work at his own company, right under his nose.
'Han Yanyan' had actually once met her at his office before.
At that time, she had found the girl pleasing to the eye, and had been called “Miss Han” in a very harmless manner.

Since she was here on a mission, Han Yanyan knew exactly what was going on, but nonetheless she raised an eyebrow, lifted her chin and said, “Are we eating with your secretary?”

Bai Yue's head lowered further.
Qiao Wenxing noticed; he stretched out his hand and took hers, then pulled her to sit down opposite Han Yanyan.

“This is Bai Yue, you've met her before,” he said.
“I brought her here today to introduce you to each other.”

“Yanyan, I'm in love with Bai Yue.
I want to be together with her,” he told Han Yanyan seriously.
Infected by his attitude, Bai Yue plucked up her courage, raising her head to face this proud and domineering young lady.

Eldest Miss Han didn't seem to care at all, shrugging indifferently, “If you like her that much, buy her a house and keep her.
You don't have to present her to me.”

Bai Yue's face paled, and a humiliated look rose in her eyes.
She attempted to break free from Qiao Wenxing's hold, but he did not let her go, only holding her tighter.

He looked at Han Yanyan calmly.
“You've misunderstood my meaning.
Yanyan, I wish to break off my engagement with you, and to marry Bai Yue.
I cannot fool my heart.
She is the one I love, not you.
I am sorry.”

Han Yanyan acted surprised.
“Are you serious?”

“Yes.
Very serious.” Qiao Wenxing nodded.

He turned to look at Bai Yue, whose face flushed.
As if she had once again gained courage from him, she stood back up to confront Eldest Miss Han face to face.
No matter what vicious insults came out of the mouth of this bossy young lady, Bai Yue thought, she was strong enough to face her.

But the domineering Eldest Miss Han simply chuckled, nodded, and shrugged.
“Sure.”

Qiao Wenxing and Bai Yue both sat back, startled.