William Carter gave a fair evaluation, then walked over and sat at the table across from her.

Reading is a tedious thing. When you can’t focus, glancing up at a beautiful woman is a pretty good option. Reading is for making money; looking at beauties is for reading. In the end, they’re both tools, and it doesn’t go against his money-first principle.

William Carter took out a book and placed it in front of him. His gaze inadvertently swept over the book in Ethan Foster’s hands—

"The Girl with the Magic Eye, Peggy Sue"

Hmm?

Shouldn’t a girl with such a cool and aloof temperament be reading something like "Kafka on the Shore," a novel with a literary vibe?

Why is she reading a fantasy adventure novel aimed at younger readers?

Just as William Carter was slightly dazed, the novel in front of him suddenly moved up a bit.

The half of her face that was visible was now completely covered, not even leaving those beautiful eyes and brows for him to see.

William Carter snapped back to reality and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

Not even half a face to look at?

Cold, truly cold.

William Carter didn’t mind, and instead reached out to open the book in front of him.

Chapter 8: Finally Landed a Rich Woman

Back in the day, Elder Tang returned from his pilgrimage and became famous all over the country.

Later, through an introduction, he met a 49-year-old wealthy socialite, and in the end, it was fate—he couldn’t escape it.

After that, Elder Tang didn’t choose to continue spreading Buddhism. Instead, he resolutely got married and became a live-in son-in-law.

Now, he owns an entire street in Beijing, forming a stark contrast with the former Elder Tang, who, even in his sixties, is still performing and singing for a living.

What does a glamorous transformation look like?

This is a glamorous transformation!

But how can one achieve such a glamorous transformation?

The author lists several conditions in the book, and the most important one is looks.

To put it bluntly, only if you’re good-looking do you have a chance to start something wonderful with a rich woman. This is basically your ticket in—if you can’t even get through the door, there’s no point thinking about what comes after.

Besides that, you need a good body, able to withstand things, to handle the rich woman’s “happy nail” and “happy ball,” and you have to be as long-lasting as a Nanfu battery ring, locking in more power—one is better than six!

Of course, the book only covers the first half; the rest is William Carter’s own analysis.

William Carter was reading so intently that he got a little carried away, stretching his legs out a bit too far, and just so happened to bump into the smooth, fair calf across from him.

Realizing his impolite action, William Carter immediately looked up at the other side, only to find that the cool, aloof girl quietly pulled her leg back, as if nothing had happened, not even moving the book in front of her.

“Sorry, I got too absorbed in the book just now. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“It’s fine.”

The girl in front of him didn’t move the book away, didn’t look at him, just gave a faint, emotionless reply.

William Carter didn’t mind either, simply turning his attention back to his book. Twenty minutes later, he finished reading "The Glamorous Transformation of the Third-Generation Tang Monk" and had a basic understanding of the tricks to landing a rich woman.

But the problem is, where do you find a rich woman?

He had just searched the entire bookshelf but couldn’t find the legendary "Contact Information for Rich Women Nationwide."

If you can’t meet a rich woman, aren’t all these tricks learned for nothing?

William Carter felt a bit disappointed, casually closed the book, stood up, and pushed his chair back, planning to leave.

At that moment, Ethan Foster suddenly moved her book aside, looked at him with clear eyes, then picked up the sign on the right side of the desk and placed it in front of him.

[Please return borrowed books to their original place before leaving]

William Carter glanced at the sign, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and left without a word.

Watching his figure walk away, Ethan Foster’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

But she didn’t say anything, just quietly put down her own book, then lightly walked around to the other side of the table and carefully gathered up the books William Carter had left open, planning to return them to their places.

Just as Ethan Foster finished tidying up the last book, footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, and William Carter’s voice followed.

“I wasn’t planning to leave, just got thirsty and went to buy a bottle of water.”

“And also, I’m really sorry for accidentally kicking you just now. Please have a drink on me as an apology.”

William Carter twisted open the Ku’er juice in his hand and pushed it to Ethan Foster’s side.

This drink was really popular back in the day—even Sprite was no match for it in his eyes—but for some reason, it just faded away later on.

But Ethan Foster didn’t take it. She stood there frozen like a statue, not speaking, not moving.

In the end, she clenched her fists, lowered her head, returned to her side, and raised her book high again, covering her delicate face.

William Carter found it rather baffling.

I didn’t act like a creep just now, did I?

What I did was basically gentlemanly, right?

So why does this ice queen seem so nervous?

But he didn’t think much of it, just chalked it up to her cold personality, then sat back down in his seat and continued reading the next book.