Your Little Admirer

Su Yang had just made a left turn when his phone rang.

He answered the call, and Meng Wenzhou's voice came through the car speakers.

"Old Su, where are you now?"

Su Yang: "I'm at the entrance of Jingyutai. I take a left here, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, left."

Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning with a smile. "What about you? Are you here yet?"

"I'm almost there, just up the slope. Can you wait for me for a minute?"

"Sure. Are you with Fatty?"

"Yep, and there's someone else with us. Guess who?" Meng Wenzhou chuckled.

Without hesitation, Su Yang replied, "Do I even need to guess? Is it that guy Zhang Ziming?"

"Nope! It's a girl."

"A girl?" Su Yang paused, thinking for a moment. "Don’t tell me it’s that girl Liu... Liu what’s-her-name that Fatty hooked up with in Lucheng?"

Before Su Yang could finish, Liu Bo's voice came through the phone: "Yang! Don’t go spreading rumors, man! It wasn’t ‘hooking up’—we’re just friends! And there’s someone else in the car!"

"Then who the hell is it?" Su Yang laughed loudly.

"Heh, your little admirer," Meng Wenzhou teased.

Since the call was on Bluetooth, Pan Ning heard everything clearly. She propped her chin on her hand and turned to Su Yang. "What little admirer?"

On the other end, Meng Wenzhou froze at the sound of her voice. "Damn! Pan Ning’s in your car?!"

Su Yang quickly interjected, "Meng! Don’t talk nonsense! What admirer? Who is it?!"

"Uh... Tang Ziyun," Meng Wenzhou stammered.

Su Yang was stunned. "Who?? Tang Ziyun? Wait, how is she in your car?"

"Ah, forget it, I can see your car now. We’ll talk in person."

The call ended, and Pan Ning gave Su Yang a meaningful look.

"You and Tang Ziyun are still in touch?"

Su Yang waved his hands. "No! I haven’t even messaged her on WeChat since coming back to Haicheng."

"Seems like fate keeps bringing you together," Pan Ning said before turning away to gaze out the window again.

Su Yang suddenly felt sweat forming on his forehead. He wiped it off, thinking to himself, Wait, why am I so nervous? Tang Ziyun and I didn’t do anything wrong. Damn it.

Soon, a honk came from behind.

Beep beep beep~

He checked the rearview mirror—a white Range Rover SVAutobiography Long Wheelbase was approaching.

Though both were Range Rovers, this one was a far cry from the one Lu Yun’s uncle drove.

Lu Huaide’s Range Rover was a 3.0L Vogue Long Wheelbase, priced under two million. The one behind Su Yang, however, was a 4.4T V8 beast, costing around four million.

Su Yang stepped out of the car as the Range Rover pulled up beside his McLaren Senna. The driver’s window rolled down.

Liu Bo leaned over from the passenger seat, grinning. "Old Yang! Long time no see, man! I missed you!"

Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Old Yang? I’m only 24, damn it!"

"Heh, just trying to sound friendly."

"Oh, and Sis-in-law’s here too," Liu Bo added, smirking at Pan Ning in the passenger seat.

Pan Ning shot him a glare. Keep talking like that and I’ll cut your tongue out.

Liu Bo knew she was joking and kept grinning.

Meng Wenzhou was driving today instead of letting Liu Bo take the wheel. He sat in the driver’s seat, one arm resting on the door, wearing sunglasses.

The two got out, and Meng Wenzhou looked at Pan Ning. "Little sis, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"

Pan Ning ignored him with an eye roll.

Unfazed, Meng Wenzhou turned to Su Yang, raising an eyebrow before eyeing the McLaren Senna.

He shook his head as he took off his sunglasses. "Damn, Su Yang, this car’s sick! Almost as good as my Bugatti."

Liu Bo circled the car, nodding approvingly. "Nice taste, Yang. I dig it."

Su Yang chuckled and handed them each a cigarette.

Then, the rear window of the Range Rover rolled down.

A stunning face, fair with a rosy glow, appeared before Su Yang.

"Hello, Su Yang. Fancy seeing you here~" Tang Ziyun smiled from inside the car.

Su Yang froze for half a second before greeting her. "Tang Ziyun, why are you with these two?"

"Oh, we ran into each other at Qianxiang Mall."

Meng Wenzhou chimed in, "Yeah, Fatty and I were shopping there, and we bumped into Tang Ziyun and... uh, what’s her name again?"

Tang Ziyun laughed. "Han Xiaoyu."

"Right, right, Han Xiaoyu," Meng Wenzhou said, smacking his forehead. "We chatted for a bit, and since we were meeting you later to check out the house—and then grab food—I invited them along. But Han Xiaoyu had something else to do."

Su Yang nodded. "Got it."

Tang Ziyun stepped out of the car and walked over to Pan Ning, extending her hand with a warm smile. "Hello, Pan Ning."

Pan Ning, who had been expressionless, suddenly brightened up like they were best friends. "Tang Ziyun! You’ve gotten even prettier since I last saw you!"

Tang Ziyun giggled. "I could never compare to you."

"Come on, let’s move away from these guys. The smoke’s disgusting."

"Sure." The two linked arms and walked off, chatting like close friends.

Su Yang turned back to Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo. "So, what’ve you two been up to?"

"Me? Just a jobless bum, lying around at home," Liu Bo said, taking a drag.

"Hey, wasn’t that Liu Wenxin from Lucheng supposed to come see you in Haicheng?" Su Yang brought it up again.

Liu Bo sighed. "Don’t even start. She keeps making excuses—probably not coming."

Meng Wenzhou smirked. "Be grateful you got a taste. What more do you want?"

Liu Bo grinned. "I was kinda hoping for something long-term, you know?"

Meng Wenzhou’s eyes lit up with mischief. "Wait, so in Lucheng, you didn’t... from behind?"

Su Yang burst out laughing.

Liu Bo frowned. "What’s so funny?"

"Tch, and you call yourself the King of Dirty Jokes? You didn’t get it?"

Liu Bo thought for two seconds before catching on. "Oh, damn it, Meng! That’s not what I meant! I was serious about wanting to date her!"

"Eh, want me to set it up?"

"Nah. I was into the idea before, but if she’s not interested, whatever. It’s not like I can’t find other women."

"Now that’s the spirit."

Two minutes later, after finishing their cigarettes, they regrouped with Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun.

Su Yang gestured toward the building. "Let’s head in."

"Sure."

They got back into their cars—Meng Wenzhou leading the way, Su Yang following.

......

Soon, both vehicles pulled into the open parking lot of Jingyutai Villa’s sales office.

The parking lot was beautifully decorated, giving Su Yang a rather pleasant first impression. To the left of the parking lot stood the sales office of Jingyutai.

The moment the five of them stepped out of the car, a middle-aged man in a suit with slicked-back hair hurried over, accompanied by a young woman also dressed in professional attire.

The woman had an exceptionally nice figure. Her hair was tied up, and she wore a fitted white blouse that accentuated her ample bust, paired with a black pencil skirt, sheer black stockings, and high heels.

Her oval-shaped, thin-framed glasses gave her an air reminiscent of those professional-dressed actresses from Japanese adult films at first glance.

She was quite attractive—her oval face had a rosy complexion, with delicate willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes.

Her cherry lips were painted with a seductive shade of lipstick, making her appear irresistibly sweet and delicate.