Reborn with Consumption System

The whole place fell dead silent.

Everyone was stunned by her—not just by that almost unreal beauty, but by the aura radiating off her.

Xiaoguan and Xiaomi suddenly exchanged a look. Relying on pure female intuition, they guessed what Guo Qingting wanted to do.

Honestly, they didn’t even need to guess.

Big Sister Ting is the kind of person who’s quiet, introverted, and shy most of the time.

But in her bones, there’s this stubborn streak.

On the small scale, once she decides to do something, she won’t hide it.

On the big scale, she’ll gently strong‑arm other people and brutally strong‑arm herself.

So she didn’t need anyone off to the side secretly whispering; she just walked straight over to Han Lie, stopped in front of the dog of a man, lifted her head, and steadily gazed up at him.

"Teacher Han, run the scene with me?"

Han Lie understood everything.

He thought for a second, then turned to look at Liu Yingjun.

Old Liu was a consummate, sensible entertainment‑industry veteran. He immediately clapped his hands toward the crowd in the middle of the hall: "Okay, everyone take five! Stage crew, close the doors! Camera crew, come on over, come on over—Teacher Han brought presents, sit down, have a drink, eat some watermelon!"

"Oh right, today’s scene is tough and important, actors please cooperate, don’t play with your phones!"

He covered every angle, practically sealed up all the gaps.

The camera crew weren’t stupid either. One by one they powered down the cameras, cheerfully moved to stand behind the director, and silently started smoking and eating melon, not mentioning a single word about what was about to go down.

Producer Fang hustled off to tidy up the set and keep an eye on the actors.

His eagle eyes swept back and forth, bulging so much he really looked like a giant condor.

Everyone here was sharp; there was no need to spell out the threat. Just show it through actions and attitude.

With strict guarantees in place, Han Lie gave Sister Qing Ting an apologetic smile, then nodded hard.

"Okay!"

Guo Qingting’s face bloomed into a smile, blindingly bright.

She gently stroked Han Lie’s cheek and said softly, "It’s okay, I understand. I’m happy enough you’re willing to indulge me in being reckless."

"You’re not being reckless."

The bastard’s sweet talk came out the second he opened his mouth: "I originally planned to hold a formal wedding for you abroad, but I never expected you’d be so easy to satisfy. Winning your favor is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me..."

Eww~~~

The men around them all broke out in goosebumps.

Somebody!

Where’s security?

Whoever dares shout ’cringe’ or pull a face, throw them straight out!

I can’t teach that kind of dumbass straight guy!

When you’re flirting and the emotion’s there, of course you say every sweet thing you can think of. What the hell does it matter what outsiders think? Are outsiders going to sleep with you? Do they know what your core objective is?

She finally let herself turn her brain off for once, fully sinking into the romantic fantasy, and you insist on yanking her back into reality—so who’s actually the one with the problem?

It’s you, you’re the problem!

Dog Lie’s blunt love lines really did have a massive effect; Sister Ting’s eyes instantly welled up.

Then, crying and laughing at the same time, she handed him her hand.

Dog Lie first lightly wrapped his fingers around her fingertips, then waved his free right hand at the makeup artist.

"Teacher, could you find me a bow tie and tidy me up a bit?"

Look at that—how damn attentive, how damn serious, how damn proactive!

Producer Fang stood off to the side, shaking his head in amazement: "President Han is unreal! Even if he didn’t have a cent to his name, there’d still be at least ten rich ladies willing to fight over him..."

Director Liu kept jabbing Zhong Hanliang, his eyes practically sparking: "Got it? Got it? Think we can use this later?!"

Zhong Hanliang was completely numb.

"Director, them doing it like this is fine, but shooting it wouldn’t be fine, right? The emotions don’t match the script..."

Uh... well, there’s that.

Liu Junjie could only give up reluctantly, but he still stared wide‑eyed, eating melon while soaking up inspiration.

Xiaoguan and Xiaomi’s eyes were starting to go bloodshot.

Any woman, literally any woman, will eat up romance.

And what was happening right before their eyes was actually more romantic than a real wedding.

The props team frantically ran off and dug up a bow tie that matched, and the makeup artist grabbed a little kit and rushed over to touch up Han Lie.

Guo Qingting’s agent hesitated for a long moment, then timidly asked Han Lie, "President Han, can I use Qing Ting’s phone to record this for her, as a keepsake?"

"Sure!"

Han Lie nodded cheerfully.

He was already giving her a wedding; what harm was there in adding a video souvenir?

He looked at Guo Qingting with deep affection. "Or we could have Director Liu film it with the professional camera?"

Sister Ting was completely overwhelmed, tears flowing nonstop. She choked up, "No, that’s not good if it gets out. If I slip up even once..."

Han Lie didn’t let her finish. He gently covered her lips. "I trust you."

Four words, more powerful than a thousand.

Guo Qingting nodded frantically, and then Director Liu jogged off to fire up the main camera, only to get chased away in disgust by the DP.

"Scoot! You think you can lug this? I’ll do it myself!"

Very quickly, Han Lie’s face was done. A light dusting of powder—no concealer, no contouring—just enough to make him look good under the lights.

The bow tie was black, just right for the white shirt underneath.

If there was any tiny flaw, it was his own clothes—casual‑style suit, not a formal tux.

"It’s perfect like this."

Guo Qingting said, "If it’s too grand, it actually isn’t pretty anymore."

So, under the emcee actor’s hosting, the wedding march floated leisurely through the banquet hall.

She didn’t wipe away the tears on her face, just walked step by step toward the stage.

And Han Lie didn’t stand there stiffly like at a normal wedding. Instead, he opened his arms wide to her from afar.

Smiling gently yet deeply, he spoke: "When you take the initiative to run to me, I will always open my arms to you."

Hearing that, Guo Qingting tossed the bouquet aside, grabbed up her skirt, and sprinted at him.

Han Lie’s strong body swept her up with ease, hugging her in his arms and spinning her until her skirt flew.

Liu Junjie watched the shot on the monitor and got so excited he started slapping thighs.

—Zhong Hanliang’s thighs.

"Learn this, learn this, we’re definitely using this later!"

Zhong Hanliang’s brain was buzzing.

Bro, do you have any idea how much Strength it takes to whirl a hundred‑pound actress around like that?

If you’re so capable, you do it!

Thankfully there wasn’t any new improv after that, and the master of ceremonies could finally run through the process properly.

"Groom, do you take the bride to be your wife?"

Han Lie nodded deeply. "Yes, I do."

"No matter whether she is rich or poor in the future, no matter whether her Health is good or bad, do you vow to stay with her forever?"

Han Lie glanced over with a light smile. "Yes, I do."

With top‑tier line delivery skills, he easily showed the shift in weight between the lines.

The first sentence carried heft; the second was light.

But light doesn’t mean worse. On the contrary, that easy, relaxed response to the second question made it clear he thought this kind of thing wasn’t even worth worrying about.

But when it was Guo Qingting’s turn to answer, she completely broke down.

Choking through tears: "Yes, I do, I do, I do!"

Women are made of water, and in that moment she dissolved into a puddle.

Finally, the rings.

Han Lie picked up the prop diamond ring, made a symbolic gesture of slipping it on, then pressed the ring into Sister Ting’s hand and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.

"The ring I had custom‑made for you is already on its way. Just hang in there a bit longer—I’ll personally put on that diamond ring that belongs only to you... It doesn’t actually prove anything, but I think I can."

"Okay, okay!"

Sister Ting’s brain had basically checked out; she just kept nodding like an idiot.

"Fuck!"

In the monitor area, Liu Junjie was already tearing at his hair in frenzy.

"How is he so good at this?! Huh?! Why is he so good! Old Fang, I want Han Lie for my next show! If he’s not playing the male lead, I’m not shooting the damn thing!"

Fang Ying rubbed his chin, looking seriously troubled, his eyes spinning nonstop.

Honestly, he wanted that too, but damn it, it just wasn’t realistic!

In the guest section, Xiaoguan and Xiaomi were already clinging to each other.

They could feel each other’s hearts pounding and their skin burning—that surge of excitement, envy, jealousy, longing, all mixed together.

When a super handsome guy—a super handsome guy who’s filthy rich and full of alpha energy—is that gentle, that thoughtful, that good at flirting...

The result is this.

You just want to trade places with her!

Bi Chi, let go of that man and let me lick him once, just to taste!

The "scene run" ended smoothly, but the aftershocks it kicked up were probably going to last for a very, very long time...