【Xia Li, Age: 31】
【Height: 167cm】
【Weight: 55kg】
【Appearance Score: 87】
【Figure Score: 90】
【Relationships: 4, currently single】
【Intimate Partners: 1】
【Traits: Domineering, Clingy】
—Damn, she’s a catch! Only one intimate partner after four relationships?
—And it’s been ages since we’ve seen a beauty scoring above 85.
—But what’s up with “domineering yet clingy”? How does that even work?
【Host may explore this further】
【Proceed with binding to Xia Li?】
—Bind her! A woman like this? Absolutely.
Ding! Binding successful. Xia Li’s favorability toward host: 5
Su Yang nodded silently, a faint smile on his face as he turned to leave.
Just as he stepped away, Xia Li’s voice called out from behind.
“Wait.”
“Hmm?” Su Yang turned back. “Something else?”
“Come here for a sec.” Xia Li crooked her finger, her tone cool.
Su Yang chuckled and walked back to the car. “What’s up?”
“Let’s exchange WeChat. Get to know each other.”
“Huh? That direct, huh?”
“Yes or no?”
Su Yang grinned and pulled out his phone. “Of course. It’s an honor to meet such a stunning woman.”
Beep.
He scanned her QR code, adding her on WeChat.
“You guys came from Haicheng to visit Shima Town?” Xia Li tapped on her phone, likely editing Su Yang’s contact info.
Su Yang nodded. “Yeah, just for fun. Heading to Blue River for rafting tomorrow.”
Xia Li acknowledged this with a nod, then opened the car door and stepped out.
Now Su Yang got a proper look at her outfit.
She wore a sleek black deep-V off-shoulder top, paired with a figure-hugging organza peplum skirt that accentuated her curves. On her feet were black leather loafers.
Her deep chestnut waves cascaded over fair skin, her features sharp and elegant. A Prada black handbag completed the look, giving off major CEO vibes.
“Gotta go. My friend’s here. See you around.”
With a faint smile, Xia Li waved and strode into Shima Town.
Su Yang watched her leave, smirking. “Now that’s a woman. Full of charm. Gotta make a move when the chance comes.”
【Ding! Host’s mood elevated. Reward: 800,000 RMB. New skill unlocked: Linguistic Master】
—Oh? Finally a new skill!
—Linguistic Master—that’s fluency in multiple languages, right?
【Correct】
—Nice. Super practical. Will come in handy for… international encounters.
Just then, the three friends returned from their restroom break.
“They still not here?”
Su Yang checked his watch. “Probably another 10–20 minutes.”
“Let’s grab food inside first,” Pan Ning suggested flatly.
“Sure, let’s go.”
The four entered the ancient town.
The paths were paved with smooth, worn stone slabs.
Dinnertime brought a lively crowd, the air filled with chatter and the occasional melody drifting from second-floor bars hosting live singers.
Restaurants had tables spilling onto the streets, packed with tourists enjoying meals.
The town resembled Lijiang’s old quarter, just smaller. Shops lined the streets selling local specialties, alongside countless bars and eateries.
The biggest difference between the two places was that Shima Town was bisected by a river, with most of its buildings constructed along both banks.
This river was actually the downstream section of the Blue River.
"What would you like to eat?" Su Yang asked, glancing at Lu Yun and the other two.
Lu Yun shook her head. "I'm fine with anything. But since the others haven't arrived yet, maybe we should ask if they have any preferences."
Pan Ning chimed in, "No need to ask them. Losers don’t get a say—we’ll decide for ourselves."
Lu Yun stuck out her tongue playfully and laughed. "Alright then~"
Su Yang thought to himself, I wonder if these two will get along. Pan Ning is so aloof, while Lu Yun is sweet and gentle. Hmm, might be tricky.
Oh right, there’s also Tang Ziyun, who’s on the same level. Ugh, headache!
As the group strolled through the ancient town, they drew frequent glances from passersby and shopkeepers alike.
It was hard not to notice them—their presence was simply too striking.
A handsome man accompanied by three stunning women, each with beauty scoring at least a 90 out of 100, naturally turned heads wherever they went.
Many male onlookers shot Su Yang murderous glares, as if they’d gladly trade places with him on the spot.
Su Yang, of course, noticed the envious stares, but by now, he’d grown accustomed to such reactions and brushed them off with a faint smile.
Walking further in, Su Yang spotted a large restaurant about fifty meters away—the biggest one they’d seen since entering the town.
The four-story establishment boasted a traditional Chinese design, exuding an old-world charm.
Each floor was adorned with elegant string lights, making it stand out prominently. At the very top, the restaurant’s name was displayed in bold characters: Hongyun Tang (Red Luck Hall).
Pointing ahead, Su Yang grinned. "How about that place? Hongyun Tang—‘Good Fortune Hall.’ Sounds decent, and the name’s got a nice ring to it."
Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun nodded in agreement. "Sure, that works!"
Su Yang glanced at the two, noticing how they walked arm in arm like close friends.
Their personalities might actually mesh well.
Then he turned to Pan Ning, who shrugged indifferently. "Fine by me. Let’s just go—I’m tired of walking."
"Alright, I’ll send the others our location."
The four headed toward Hongyun Tang. As they approached, a waiter dressed in traditional attire greeted them with a bright smile.
"Welcome, folks! Our dishes are absolutely top-notch—you won’t regret dining with us!"
Su Yang chuckled. "That’s why we’re here."
"Great! Party of four?"
"Eight, actually. Do you have a private room?"
"Of course, of course! Right this way!" The waiter cheerfully led them inside.
The first-floor dining area was nearly packed, with servers weaving through the crowd, balancing trays of food.
Their escort raised his voice in a lively announcement: "Party of eight! Private room Tianzi No. 02!"
Su Yang grinned. "You’ve got quite the energy."
The waiter laughed. "Gotta stay competitive! This town’s getting more cutthroat by the day..."
Still beaming, he guided the group upstairs.
"Handsome guy and beautiful ladies, the private room is on the third floor. Please follow me."
Soon, the group arrived at Private Room Tianzi 02 on the third floor.
Pushing the door open, they saw a round wooden table inside, large enough to seat ten people. The table faced a wooden window overlooking the Blue River, which ran through the entire ancient town.
To the right of the table was a mahjong machine, while the left side featured a lounge area with a sofa.
In front of the sofa stood a rectangular table with a tea set, and behind it was the private room's attached bathroom.
Overall, the space was neither too big nor too small—just standard—but the view was excellent, with occasional breezes drifting in through the window.
Outside, the sky had completely darkened, and the temperature was just right, making air conditioning unnecessary.
As night fell, the entire ancient town lit up. Long strips of lights lined both riverbanks, and elegant pleasure boats floated at intervals along the river.
"This ancient town is really nice."
"Heh, our town’s nightscape is pretty great. After dinner, grabbing a few drinks at a bar would be amazing."
Su Yang turned to the waiter and said, "Good suggestion. Hold on a sec, let me check where my friend is."
"Sure thing~"
Su Yang took out his phone and called Liu Bo again.
"Hey, Fatty, why aren’t you here yet?"
"Just parked the car, coming in now!"
"Alright, we’ll order first then."
"Ok~"
After hanging up, Su Yang turned back to the waiter by the door. "Let’s order now."
"Got it~ Handsome, take a look at our menu."
The waiter handed Su Yang a tablet. Just then, a figure passed by the doorway.
Su Yang caught a glimpse and thought to himself, 'Huh? Was that the elegant woman from earlier?'
As he wondered, the person who had walked past doubled back and glanced into the private room.
"Oh crap, it really is her!"
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