A pleasant night passed in the blink of an eye, and by eight o'clock the next morning, the two awoke from their slumber. Tang Ziyun found her neck still resting on Su Yang's arm, causing her cheeks to flush and her heart to race. She quickly turned away, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
Su Yang chuckled softly. "Up so early?"
"Mhm," Tang Ziyun replied in a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
Su Yang dressed and got out of bed. "I’m going to take a shower first."
"Okay~"
After Su Yang turned on the faucet in the bathroom, a few minutes later, Tang Ziyun’s voice came from outside the door.
"Su Yang, I’ll go shower next door."
"Alright~ Meet you in the lobby later."
Half an hour later, Su Yang finished dressing, grabbed the key card by the door, and stepped out.
When he reached the lobby, a few people were already seated around the tea table, sipping tea—Su Qingci, whom they’d met the night before, along with Han Xiaoyu, Xia Keke, and Tang Ziyun, who had arrived at some point unnoticed.
Spotting Su Yang, Tang Ziyun pretended to be composed, lowering her head to take a sip of tea.
"You’re all up early," Su Yang remarked with a smile as he walked in.
"Good morning! They serve breakfast next door," Su Qingci said sweetly.
Su Yang nodded. "Have you all eaten already?"
"Mhm, we’re done~"
"Got it. I’ll grab something then," he said before turning to leave.
He entered the adjacent restaurant, which wasn’t particularly large. At this hour, it wasn’t crowded—only about ten people were seated, enjoying their meals.
The restaurant was divided into two sections: Chinese and Western cuisine. Su Yang headed to the Chinese section, where traditional breakfast options were laid out—steamed buns, shumai, dumplings, various porridges, noodles, eggs, and a small buffet of nutritious dishes.
He casually picked up a few meat buns, two marinated eggs, and a bowl of mung bean porridge before settling at a table to eat.
Two minutes into his meal, an elegant figure walked into the restaurant.
Looking up, he saw it was Pan Ning.
"Morning. Sleep well last night?" Su Yang greeted, waving her over.
"Not bad," Pan Ning replied before heading to the Western section.
Soon, she returned with a sandwich and a glass of milk, taking a seat beside Su Yang.
"What kind of room did you stay in last night?" Su Yang asked.
"Something called ‘Rain Alley.’"
"How was it?"
"Decent. Barely passable," Pan Ning said, sipping her milk before taking a bite of her sandwich.
"You have no idea—the room I stayed in last night was like some rundown temple."
"You didn’t like it?"
"Who would? It was downright creepy. No clue how much it cost per night."
Just as Su Yang was speaking, Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo walked into the restaurant, followed closely by Lu Yun.
After exchanging greetings with the three, Su Yang waved Liu Bo over. "Hey, fatty, come here."
"What’s up, Yang?" Liu Bo, still groggy, shuffled over with a confused look.
"How much did the room you booked for me last night cost?"
Liu Bo thought for a moment. "Around eighteen or nineteen hundred, I think. Not bad, right?"
Su Yang nearly choked on his porridge at the price.
"How much?!"
"Eighteen or nineteen hundred. What, wasn’t it good? If you’re not happy, I’ll go complain—"
Su Yang reconsidered. ‘Actually… it was pretty nice.’
"Never mind, just curious. Not a big deal."
"Alright. Hey, Meng, what are you getting?" Liu Bo called out as he hurried over to Meng Wenzhou.
Meanwhile, Lu Yun arrived with a basket of dumplings and a bowl of porridge, sitting across from Su Yang and Pan Ning.
"Morning~"
"Morning. Sleep well?"
"Pretty good."
"That’s great. Need to be well-rested for the rafting today."
Soon, the group finished breakfast and returned to the lobby.
Once inside, Meng Wenzhou introduced Su Qingci to Pan Ning, Liu Bo, and Lu Yun, who hadn’t met her the night before.
"This is Su Qingci, a college student and a travel enthusiast we met last night. She’s joining us for rafting today."
"Hi there~" Su Qingci greeted with a smile.
Pan Ning and Lu Yun exchanged glances before walking over, complimenting her. "Qingci—such a lovely name, and you’re so pretty!"
"You two are way more beautiful than me! It’s been ages since I’ve met such stunning women."
Lu Yun blushed. "You’re still in college?"
"Yes, not graduated yet~"
The three girls chatted as they sat down together.
Meanwhile, Liu Bo sidled up to Su Yang and whispered, "Yang, you just met this beauty last night?"
"Yep, she showed up not long after you left."
"Damn, I should’ve stayed. Now I’ve missed my chance again."
"Shouldn’t have left so early. Sometimes, patience pays off," Su Yang said with a grin.
"I was exhausted last night. What a shame. So, when are we heading out?"
"It’s nine now. Let’s relax a bit longer—no rush."
The group lingered over tea until around ten, when Su Yang checked his watch and announced, "Alright, everyone, it’s ten. Time to get moving~"
"Sure, let’s go."
They checked out at the front desk—after rafting, they’d be heading straight back to Haicheng.
After a ten-minute walk through the ancient town, the nine of them arrived at the parking lot outside Shima Town’s main gate.
Su Qingci approached Su Yang with a sweet smile. "Brother Su, how many cars did you bring?"
"Two—mine and Old Meng’s," Su Yang said, pointing at Meng Wenzhou.
Su Qingci nodded. "Oh, okay. Can I ride with you later?"
"My car?" Su Yang glanced back at Pan Ning, Lu Yun, and Tang Ziyun.
He wouldn’t have minded, but his Maybach S680 was a four-seater—with him included, that meant only three others could ride along.
Scratching his head, he chuckled apologetically. "Sorry, my car only fits four. Let me check with Old Meng."
Su Yang walked over to Meng Wenzhou.
"Hey, how many seats does your ‘big tiger’ have?"
"Four. Why?"
"Damn! What do we do? Where’s Qingci supposed to sit?"
Meng Wenzhou smacked his forehead. "Shit, didn’t think of that!"
"Exactly. Eight of us split into two cars—four each. Now we’ve got an extra person. Where does she go?"
"Maybe… squeeze in?"
"Guess we have to. She can ride with me—my back seats are wider."
"Mine aren’t exactly narrow either. She can ride with me," Meng Wenzhou said, glancing back at Su Qingci.
"Your rear seats aren’t as spacious as mine. I’ll just have her squeeze in with Lu Yun or Xiao Tang—they’re both slim."
"Come on, my seats aren’t smaller than yours. Want to check for yourself?"
The two walked over to the Range Rover.
Meng Wenzhou pulled open the rear door triumphantly. "See? Small?"
"On its own, no. But compared to mine? Yeah, a bit."
Su Qingci, who had followed them, tilted her head. "What are you two talking about?"
She looked at the white Range Rover and gasped in surprise, covering her mouth. "This car is so cool!"
Meng Wenzhou leaned against the rear door with a cocky grin. "Not bad, right?"
"More than not bad—it’s absolutely badass."
"Of course. But there’s just one problem," Su Yang chimed in.
"What’s the issue?"
"Old Meng’s car is also a four-seater. The back row can only fit two people."
"Ah? Then... maybe I should just take a taxi?" Su Qingci said awkwardly.
Su Yang shook his head. "No need for that hassle. My car’s back seat is wider. You and the other two girls can squeeze in. It’s only about ten kilometers—won’t take long."
"Um... alright. But I still feel like I’m inconveniencing you. I thought your cars were all five-seaters."
"No trouble at all. None of you girls are big—just a little squeeze and it’ll be fine," Meng Wenzhou added.
"Won’t it be against the rules?" Su Qingci glanced at them with concern.
Meng Wenzhou chuckled. "Relax. The road from here to Blue River is all countryside lanes. Half an hour, tops."
"Alright then."
"So, which car do you want to ride in?" Meng Wenzhou asked Su Qingci, his tone hopeful.
After a moment’s thought, Su Qingci walked over to Su Yang. "I already told Brother Su earlier—I’ll ride with him."
"Oh... fine." Meng Wenzhou shot Su Yang a discreet glare.
Su Yang smirked, then led Su Qingci toward the Maybach parked nearby.

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