Boyfriend Material

After leaving the sales office, the three of them headed to the parking lot. Gu Xiaoman had already noticed Su Yang’s Porsche when she picked them up earlier. She turned and smiled, "I didn’t drive today. How many people can your car fit?"

"Four. There are two seats in the back, though it might be a bit cramped. You’ll have to bear with it."

Gu Xiaoman glanced at the car and chuckled, "No problem. It’s not a long drive anyway. Let’s go."

Gu Xiaoman herself owned a Mercedes GLC300. For someone her age, being able to afford a luxury car worth around 400,000 RMB already put her ahead of most of her peers.

As such, she was more attuned to cars than Zhao Mengrou. The 911 Turbo S was a model she particularly admired.

However, with a price tag of 3 million RMB, it was still a stretch for her current financial situation. But even if it meant squeezing in, she’d happily ride in one.

Su Yang grinned and walked ahead to open the car door. Once the three were settled inside, Zhao Mengrou asked, "So, what are we eating?"

"Do you have any recommendations? As a guy, I don’t eat out much, so I’m not sure what’s good."

"Let me check." Zhao Mengrou pulled out her phone and started browsing.

"How about that Japanese BBQ place on Donghe Road? What do you think?" She turned to Gu Xiaoman in the back seat.

Despite being a woman, Gu Xiaoman wasn’t too cramped in the 911’s rear. She blinked thoughtfully and said, "Sounds good. I’ve been there once—the food’s great, though a bit pricey."

"Don’t worry about that. What’s a meal to someone like Su Yang, who casually drops millions without batting an eye?"

Hearing this, Su Yang smirked. "Exactly, Xiaoman. Don’t hold back on my account. Order whatever you want. But are you sure about this place?"

"Definitely."

"Alright, let’s go!"

Vroom—

The engine roared to life as Su Yang drove the two toward their destination.

Thanks to rush hour and it being a Saturday, the roads were packed.

It took them nearly forty minutes to finally arrive at the Japanese BBQ joint Zhao Mengrou had mentioned and park the car.

The moment they stepped out, a few young men passing by shot Su Yang envious glances.

"Look, look—goddess alert!"

"Where? Damn!"

"Who’s this guy with two absolute stunners by his side?"

"Ugh, why can’t that be me?"

"First, check out what he’s driving. If you had that car, you’d have beauties too."

"A 911? Big deal. Haicheng’s full of luxury cars."

"Do you own one?"

"Well… no."

"Then shut the hell up!"

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Su Yang glanced at the murmuring crowd and smiled inwardly.

The feeling of effortlessly flexing like this was just too good.

The three walked side by side toward the restaurant entrance.

A dark wooden plaque on the wall bore the name "Wangshan" in bold calligraphy, with a row of empty sake bottles decorating a protruding shelf. Beside it, a staircase led upward.

They climbed the steps and entered the restaurant. The interior was elegant and refined—minimalist yet sophisticated.

The décor followed a retro Japanese aesthetic, with wooden accents and dark marble walls exuding a high-end vibe.

The place was already bustling with diners, but despite the crowd, the atmosphere remained pleasantly subdued.

"Welcome. How many in your party?" A server approached them politely.

"Three. Any tables available?"

"It’s peak dining hours, so you might need to take a number and wait."

"Fine."

Su Yang grabbed a queue ticket at the front desk, and the server led them to a seating area to wait.

The waiting area was nearly full, filled with trendy young men and women chatting and laughing.

"Should’ve made a reservation," Su Yang remarked, eyeing the crowd.

"Don’t worry. This place is always packed, especially on weekends. We’re in no rush anyway." Zhao Mengrou pulled out her phone and started scrolling through TikTok.

They hadn’t been seated long when a young man in a casual blazer approached.

He weaved through the crowd and stopped beside their table, straightening his collar before smiling politely at Zhao Mengrou.

"Hey there. Mind if I get your WeChat? I’d love to get to know you."

"Huh?" Zhao Mengrou frowned and looked up. "Who are you?"

"I’m here for dinner too. I saw you come in earlier, and I was struck by your vibe. Thought I’d introduce myself."

"Uh… thanks, but no. I don’t add strangers on WeChat."

The man chuckled, undeterred. "We’ve exchanged words now, so we’re not strangers anymore, right?"

"I really would like to get to know you."

Just as Zhao Mengrou was about to refuse again, Su Yang gave her a look, signaling he’d handle it.

He cracked his neck and stood, turning to face the man in the blazer.

The moment he rose, an intimidating aura radiated from him.

After all, Su Yang was now a bona fide muscle-bound guy. Though his physique wasn’t fully visible under his clothes, his sheer size was unmistakable.

Combined with his ruggedly handsome features, the intensity he projected was enough to unsettle most people.

He stared the man down and uttered a single word: "Scram."

"And you are—?"

"Last warning. Scram."

The blazer-clad man gulped, suddenly nervous as he took in Su Yang’s towering frame. He’d only wanted to score a WeChat ID, but he hadn’t expected Zhao Mengrou’s companion to be this aggressive.

One punch from those fists, and his nose would be shattered.

He swallowed hard, stealing one last reluctant glance at Zhao Mengrou before turning and walking away.

Once the guy was gone, Su Yang’s stern expression melted back into his usual easygoing grin as he sat down.

"Handled."

"Wow, Su Yang! That was seriously cool just now. Total boyfriend material!" Gu Xiaoman gushed, her eyes sparkling.

"Really?" Su Yang smirked proudly. "Guys like that are a dime a dozen. ‘Just wanna get to know you’—yeah right. Total creep."

"Besides, he acted like I wasn’t even here. That’s just disrespectful."

Zhao Mengrou couldn’t help but feel her admiration for Su Yang grow after that display.

Trying to sound nonchalant, she said, "You looked really scary just then."

"Gotta be scary to scare them off. A real man knows when to be tough. Hiding behind women? That’s pathetic, don’t you think?"

"Absolutely. Major props!" Gu Xiaoman winked at him.

[Ding. Detected Gu Xiaoman’s favorability toward host has increased to 42 (Familiar). Reward: 388,000 RMB. Funds have been transferred to host’s bank account.]

Su Yang smiled faintly at the voice in his head, keeping his composure.

"Gu Xiaoman is really different after work—clearly more relaxed and uninhibited. I wonder how she’ll be after a few drinks."

Half an hour later, the store’s automated announcement finally called the number for Su Yang and his two companions.

A server led the trio inside and seated them at a window-side table for four.

The two girls sat together, while Su Yang took the seat across from them.

The server handed each of them a menu.

"Order whatever you’d like—no need to hold back."

"Even if you hadn’t said that, I wouldn’t have held back," Zhao Mengrou laughed as she flipped through the menu.

Each of them picked dishes that sounded delicious just by their names. About ten minutes later, two servers wheeled over a cart and began arranging the dishes on the table.

Su Yang’s mouth watered at the sight of the lavish spread before him.

Japanese Wagyu beef, Sanglas pure-blood black pork ribs, French lamb chops, bluefin tuna belly, sea bream sashimi, foie gras with black truffle, langoustine, an 8-pound Boston lobster, hairy crab, seafood tom yum soup…

He had hardly eaten any of these things before. While he could technically afford them, his monthly salary of just a few thousand yuan made it impossible to justify spending an entire month’s pay on a single meal.

"Your dishes are all served. Please enjoy, and feel free to press the service bell if you need anything."

Su Yang nodded. "Got it, thanks."

As he spoke, Gu Xiaoman and Zhao Mengrou had already started grilling some of the raw meat on the hotplate.

"By the way, didn’t you want to drink?" Zhao Mengrou asked while picking up a lamb chop.

Before Su Yang could answer, Gu Xiaoman chimed in, "What’s the point of drinking here? A restaurant is for eating, right?"

She flashed Su Yang a playful wink with her big, beautiful eyes.

Su Yang smiled in agreement. "Exactly. Drinking is for bars—this place doesn’t have the right vibe."

Zhao Mengrou glanced at the two of them and sighed with a smile. "Fine, you two call the shots."

Forty minutes later, the three of them were stuffed and satisfied. Su Yang went to the counter to settle the bill.

Total cost: 7,755 yuan.

[Ding! Detecting that the host is in high spirits after enjoying a fine meal. Reward: 280,000 yuan in cash.]

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