Pure Love with a Playboy

"Give me a ride?"

Jiang Liu reached out to stop the Ferrari driver and bluntly made his request.

Liu Chenglong was dumbfounded by the audacity.

How shameless can you get?

I’m here to tail you!

You think I’m a damn taxi?

And since when do Ferrari drivers moonlight as cabbies?

"Get lost!"

"Since you’re following me wherever I go anyway, might as well ride together. Isn’t tailing someone on the road a pain?"

Hearing this, Liu Chenglong scoffed.

Do you even know what I’m driving? A Ferrari Portofino! Zero to sixty in 3.5 seconds!

You think keeping up with your shared bike is hard?

But of course, he couldn’t say that out loud.

Jiang Liu smirked and casually draped an arm over Liu Chenglong’s shoulder.

But he didn’t push further.

What else could he do? Even if he knew he was being followed, so what?

If there was no way to shake him off, why not hitch a ride?

We’re heading to the same place anyway.

Liu Chenglong’s face stiffened, unsure how to react.

On instinct, he brushed Jiang Liu’s hand away.

Trying to play the part of a flirtatious playboy, he strutted toward the girl in the JK uniform and white thigh-highs.

Jiang Liu didn’t stop him. Instead, he walked straight to the driver’s seat and got in.

The low-slung sports car felt awkward for his tall frame.

"Next time, tail me in a cheaper car. This thing’s uncomfortable."

"You—what the hell are you doing in my car?!"

Chang Wen, sitting in the passenger seat, tensed up before quickly forcing a composed expression.

But Jiang Liu’s next words left him speechless.

"Getting caught on a tail job—pretty sure you’ll get chewed out for incompetence, right?"

"I’m just a broke student. You’re a wage slave. Why make life hard for each other?"

"Besides, if you’re just supposed to follow me, wouldn’t having me right in front of you boost your success rate?"

Chang Wen was stunned.

Wait—

Does this even count as tailing anymore?

As Chang Wen spiraled into existential doubt, Jiang Liu patted his shoulder.

"No rush. You can think it over later."

Jiang Liu started the car and slowly rolled past Liu Chenglong, who was busy playing the suave pickup artist.

At this point, Liu Chenglong had completely forgotten about the mission.

Did he actually like this girl?

She was a solid seven or eight—decently pretty, but nothing extraordinary.

Yet Liu Chenglong was smitten.

To him, true love wasn’t about instant attraction. It was about overcoming obstacles to be together.

So naturally, he only fell for girls who already had boyfriends.

What could be more "overcoming obstacles" than stealing someone’s girlfriend?

If Jiang Liu heard this, he’d probably blurt out: "What kind of natural-born homewrecker is this guy?!"

Liu Chenglong was still stuck at "Homewrecker Level 1"—awkward and fumbling around girls.

His bizarre preferences had left him perpetually single.

It wasn’t for lack of options. The Ferrari alone was enough.

But if love came that easy, where was the challenge?

Heart pounding, he approached his dream girl, rehearsing lines in his head.

"Hey, can I get your WeChat?"

"No. I have a boyfriend."

The girl shut him down instantly.

But Liu Chenglong wasn’t discouraged. This was exactly what he wanted!

"The harder it is, the more precious the love!" he told himself.

"I really like you. I won’t give up!"

He even pumped his fist for motivation.

Since Jiang Liu was a student here, he’d definitely be back.

Plenty of chances to bump into her again!

He didn’t even ask her major or year. If fate willed it, they’d meet again!

One day, she’d be moved by his persistence!

She was the most unique girl he’d ever seen!

Through Liu Chenglong’s rose-tinted glasses, she was breathtaking.

"No! She’s not my girlfriend yet. I can’t peek."

In a bizarre display of chivalry, he turned away.

His tastes were homewrecker material, but his actions were pure romance.

At this point, who could tell the difference?

No one. Absolutely no one.

With that, Liu Chenglong spun on his heel—only to see Jiang Liu in the driver’s seat, window rolled down.

"What are you doing here?"

"We’re heading to Tail Bar. You can grab a cab."

???

I take a cab?!

Liu Chenglong’s face twisted in outrage, ready to drag this car thief out by force.

But Chang Wen, still in the passenger seat, hissed:

"Just take a cab, Chenglong."

Liu Chenglong wanted to scream why.

How did his car get hijacked in the two seconds he wasn’t looking?!

Is there no justice in this world?!

Chang Wen’s expression was equally cryptic. Unlike Liu Chenglong, he wasn’t an idiot.

But for now, he played along with Jiang Liu’s terms.

Their commotion drew attention, and the girl in white thigh-highs glanced over before walking toward the Ferrari.

"You’re going to Tail too?"

"Want to ride together?" Jiang Liu asked.

He had zero interest in her, but Liu Chenglong sure did.

The girl looked back at her boyfriend, then typed something on her phone and showed it to Jiang Liu before darting off.

Her blush was more captivating than any scenery, her hair fluttering in the breeze.

Liu Chenglong stared, mesmerized.

"What did she show you?"

"She said she likes me."

"Bullshit! No way! She’s special—she wouldn’t just fall for anyone!"

"Relax. She said she wants your WeChat."

Liu Chenglong scrambled for his phone, demanding the girl’s contact.

Then, grinning like an idiot, he flagged down a taxi.

The girl’s message did include her WeChat ID.

But it also said: Would you be up for a threesome? Me, my boyfriend, and you.

Amused, Jiang Liu turned to Chang Wen.

"You sure the Ferrari guy’s into this?"

"He just likes girls with boyfriends," Chang Wen muttered, visibly embarrassed.

Jiang Liu instantly understood. Even he didn’t know how to react.

Talk about a match made in heaven.

Lock them in a room and throw away the key.

With a smirk, he pulled up beside the girl and whispered:

"My friend should’ve added you."

Given Liu Chenglong’s timid vibe, he’d probably freak out.

Better not scare him off.

The girl seemed slightly disappointed but flashed an OK sign.