Originally intending to thoroughly humiliate Lin Qingxue, but this pauper actually said my limited edition LV bag is fake?! With a look of disdain and disbelief, she stared at Hao Jian and snorted coldly: "Just because you say it's fake, does that make it fake?!" As she spoke, she gently caressed her LV bag, casting a mocking glance at Hao Jian, and said: "Have you seen the way you're dressed? Have you even seen an LV bag?" "Perhaps you haven't even seen one at all?!" "You call something you've never seen a fake, that's just envy!" Upon hearing this, Hao Jian rubbed his nose and shrugged, saying: "Say what you want, regardless, your LV bag is a knockoff; it's quite obvious." This guy intends to argue, huh?! Ni Rou stared at Hao Jian, suddenly letting out a cold laugh, and said: "Then why don't you tell me, in what way is my LV bag fake?!" Ni Rou definitely doesn't believe this bumpkin pauper can tell the real from the fake with her bag — a limited edition bag costing hundreds of thousands, could this bumpkin even come across or see it? Thus, she had absolute confidence in herself, not to mention she trusted that her wealthy boyfriend wouldn't deceive her. Seriously, would a guy driving a Porsche gift his girlfriend a knockoff? However, just as Ni Rou was full of confidence, her boyfriend, who had been standing behind her, wore a somewhat odd expression, with a hint of guilt deep in his eyes, unnoticed by others. Since his focus was already on Yuan Xingming, the moment he saw that flicker in his eyes, Hao Jian became more certain of this guy's background. With a slight backward glance, he saw a vibrant red Porsche calmly parked in a lot, and suddenly, Hao Jian noticed the license plate, showing a peculiar expression and chuckling inwardly. Clearing his throat, under Lin Qingxue's glaring eyes, Hao Jian began talking about the LV bag. "A typical LV bag, which we call the real deal, has those pebble-like textures on the surface with clear spaces between them. The grooves between the pebbles are evenly spaced, and when you feel it, it's just right, not too hard, not too soft." At this point, Hao Jian casually glanced at the LV bag cradled like a treasure in Ni Rou's arms, shook his head with a smile, and said: "Even though I haven't touched your bag, I can tell its texture is rather hard, and the patterns on your bag aren't uniform." "The little bubbles on top are closely packed, and the gaps between them are uneven in depth and spacing." Hearing Hao Jian's words, Ni Rou instinctively touched her bag again, and it did feel a bit hard. She originally thought that was just the feel of a new bag, thinking it would become better with use. Looking at the patterns, they were indeed as Hao Jian described, with uneven spacing. Her sharp lips trembled slightly, yet Ni Rou wasn't someone to be easily convinced by a few words from Hao Jian. She coldly looked at him without speaking, but there was a hint of anger in her eyes. Seeing this, Hao Jian grinned slightly; had this woman not come over to direct and criticize them, he wouldn't have bothered to point out these identifying features. Who asked this woman to come compare herself with Lin Qingxue? He glanced down at the Chanel bag on Lin Qingxue's waist, chuckled lightly; with this girl's shrewdness, plus the influence her father held, buying an authentic piece would be quite easy. "Next, let's talk about the second point." Slowly extending two fingers, he pointed at Ni Rou's bag, more precisely, at the zipper, gave it a light once-over, then smiled and nodded: "This zipper is pretty well made; it uses the same materials as the authentic ones but still has some differences." "An ordinary LV zipper is in a slightly dull bronze color, while yours, though bronze, is a bit too bright." "Of course, there are indeed a few genuine LV models with brighter bronze colors. However, I can assert, your so-called limited edition LV is not one of those models." "This is what I call the second point." Listening to Hao Jian's articulate explanation, quite a few gathered around, all unconsciously directing their gazes to Ni Rou's bag, finding the description quite accurate. Some with knowledge of identifying goods nodded in agreement. "What Hao Jian said is true..." Molan glanced at Ni Rou's bag, then told her roommates, women who doesn't love bags? She was also the little princess of her family, though her family's influence couldn't compare with Lin Qingxue's, she could still afford this level of LV bag. Not to mention family, the boys pursuing her had given her plenty. Therefore, she actually owned several LV bags, though none like Ni Rou's. Of course, we're talking about authentic ones here. She also deliberately went to the counter to verify it, and just as Hao Jian said, that's how the staff did the authentication. "Hehe, I've disliked that woman for a long time, and now I can finally vent my anger!" Ye Ni pouted, watching Ni Rou's face growing more ashen, feeling incredibly satisfied. They were all members of the student council, never really flaunting any family influence ordinarily, unlike Ni Rou, who always spoke in a condescending manner, relying on her rich second-generation friend, behaving just like those so-called rich ladies. "Oh, by the way, the embossed LV on your zipper head is a bit too smooth, and that's one way to tell if it's fake. Real LV bags have very distinct features." Ignoring the gossiping women behind him, Hao Jian continued talking about the authenticity of Ni Rou's LV bag on his own. "Next is the third point..." Holding up three fingers, Hao Jian pointed to the edge of the bag, smiling, "Since I can't see inside the bag, I can't verify it from the inside. But I guess you wouldn't want to hand it over to me for a look either." "So, the few points I've mentioned are all ways to check from the outside." Upon hearing this, Ni Rou, who was already short of words, couldn't respond. Everything Hao Jian had pointed out hit the nail on the head. Clenching the bag tightly, the firmness of it fueled her anger. Before Hao Jian could mention the third point, she abruptly turned to her boyfriend, Yuan Xingming. "Tell me, is this bag real or not?!" Glaring at Yuan Xingming with a questioning look, she held onto the bag so tightly it was already deformed. "How could it be fake?" At a time , how could Yuan Xingming admit the bag was fake? With a forced chuckle, he gazed at Ni Rou, the previous evasiveness in his eyes turning into a tender look that made Ni Rou's heart flutter. Holding Ni Rou's small hand, she subconsciously wanted to pull away but slowly gave up, while Yuan Xingming's gentle voice drifted in, saying, "You're my girlfriend, how could I possibly buy you a fake?" "Besides, with my financial capability, would I even need to buy a fake to fob you off? The flaws this guy mentioned were from old models, and the bag you have is the latest limited edition." "Since it's limited edition, how could it be the same as regular models? Naturally, it must stand out with its uniqueness. I even asked the store associate, and they said that's just how this bag is, as it's by a recent designer." Listening to Yuan Xingming's gentle voice, Ni Rou slowly began to believe him, and her previously ashen face gradually turned a shade of embarrassed red. If not for her sharp tongue, she might really compete with the likes of Molan. Seeing Ni Rou finally soothed, Yuan Xingming breathed a sigh of relief internally. Luckily, he had anticipated this and prepared an explanation, otherwise, who knows if this woman would even let him into bed in the future. While holding the woman in his arms, many thoughts flashed through Yuan Xingming's mind. Eventually, he cast a slight, angry glance towards Hao Jian. If not for this man, he wouldn't have needed to do all this. His words could only fool someone like Ni Rou, who had little social experience. Didn't he see the expressions of the women and some men behind Hao Jian, looking at him with disdain? Damn, aren't they just a bunch of stupid college kids?! If I hadn't been too lazy to go to school, I would have gotten into Tsinghua University ages ago, unlike you guys, still in a first-tier university in Hua City. It would've been better if I'd gone to a top-tier institution! "This stupid woman is really easy to fool..." Seeing Ni Rou calm down so quickly, Hao Jian snickered, shaking his head. Suddenly, Lin Qingxue pinched his waist, causing him to grimace with a helpless smile. It seemed that this girl's anger still hadn't dissipated. Looking at Yuan Xingming with a bit of pity, Hao Jian thought, "Poor brother, your woman's anger may have subsided, but my woman's hasn't. Your misfortune brings about my happiness." With that thought, a faintly mocking voice from Hao Jian rang out, "And to think you're a college student, not even understanding basic linguistics?" "Couldn't you hear the uneasiness in that guy's words? Besides, what he said could easily be checked for truth with a little effort." "Talking about the latest edition needing differences, as far as I know, the limited edition bag you're holding was an old release from several years ago and sold out back then. How could you possibly buy it now?" Hao Jian's words froze Yuan Xingming, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could respond, Hao Jian continued with more surprising words. "I can even conclude that your rich second-generation boyfriend isn't really a rich second-generation, but rather some poor guy from who knows where. Oh, not exactly poor, should be at least white-collar, or he couldn't afford to rent that Porsche..." "Rent... rented car?!" As soon as Hao Jian uttered that, not only Lin Qingxue but others also wore peculiar expressions.