The two walked downstairs and arrived at the entrance.
Su Yang glanced at the parking spot and noticed Pan Chonghai's car wasn't there. He asked curiously, "Uncle Pan, did you walk here?"
"Oh, I asked my driver to fetch something for me. He should be here soon."
"Ah, got it." Su Yang nodded.
At that moment, Pan Chonghai walked over to the parking spot and eyed Su Yang's Aston Martin. "Is this your car?"
"Yeah."
Pan Chonghai nodded approvingly. "Not bad. You’ve got taste."
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Uncle Pan, if you’re waiting, I can give you a ride."
"No need." Pan Chonghai waved his hand. "My driver will be here any minute. Besides, don’t you still need to fetch something for my daughter?"
"Right, just grabbing... a few books for her."
"Then you should get going. No need to wait here with me."
"It’s fine, just a couple more minutes."
"You kid. By the way, how old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
As they spoke, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom approached from a distance.
Pan Chonghai pointed ahead. "There’s my ride. I’ll be off now."
"Alright, take care, Uncle Pan."
Pan Chonghai waved and walked toward the car.
Only after watching him get into the backseat of the Phantom and drive away did Su Yang finally exhale in relief.
"Phew... Damn, what are the odds? Wonder if the old man holds a grudge. That punch I threw wasn’t exactly light."
"Ah, whatever. No point overthinking it." Su Yang shook his head and turned back toward the villa.
He walked upstairs to the innermost bedroom on the second floor and pushed the door open.
As soon as he stepped inside, a faint milky fragrance greeted him—Pan Ning’s signature scent.
The bedroom was spacious, with a walk-in closet of over twenty square meters to the right of the entrance.
Further in, a large bed came into view, casually adorned with two small white teddy bears.
Su Yang chuckled. "Who’d have thought the ice queen would have teddy bears on her bed?"
Not lingering, he headed straight for the closet.
A quick scan revealed rows upon rows of dresses and outfits. One glass cabinet displayed a collection of designer handbags.
Su Yang grabbed three T-shirts, three pairs of shorts, one pair of pants, and a set of pajamas. After rummaging around, he finally found the lingerie tucked away in a small drawer.
Since these were private items, he didn’t bother inspecting them closely, simply stuffing five black sets into the bag.
"That should be enough. Oh, right, better grab some socks too."
Two minutes later, Su Yang walked out of the bedroom carrying a large bag.
Buzz buzz buzz.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
He pulled it out and answered.
"Hey, need anything else?"
"So I heard you punched my dad?" Pan Ning’s calm voice came through the line.
Su Yang froze, then quickly explained, "Uh, that was a misunderstanding. I thought Uncle Pan was a burglar. The way he was dressed—all in black, face covered—it was way too suspicious..."
"Hmph. Did you get the clothes?"
"Just finished packing. About to head back now."
"We’ll talk when you get here."
"Sure, sure. On my way."
Half an hour later, Su Yang returned home.
He locked the door behind him, swapped his shoes, and walked into the living room.
There, Pan Ning was curled up in a corner of the sofa, wrapped in a blanket she’d dug up from somewhere, watching TV.
From a distance, her face looked small, slightly pale from the fever, but the pallor somehow accentuated her usual aloof elegance, making her even more striking than usual.
"You’re back," Pan Ning said flatly, eyes still on the screen.
"Yeah." Su Yang walked over and sat beside her.
"Here, check if these are okay."
Pan Ning took the bag and began unpacking the items one by one.
The first few pieces of clothing drew no reaction, but when she pulled out the five sets of lingerie, her expression shifted instantly.
"You... why did you grab these?!"
"What’s wrong? Did I mess up?"
Su Yang took one of the bras from her hand and unfolded it.
His eyes widened.
All five sets were identical—brand new, tags still attached. Folded as they were, he hadn’t noticed earlier.
More importantly, they were lacy and decidedly risqué, especially the panties—well, some details were better left unsaid...
"Uh, they were stacked together. I didn’t see."
"Wait, hold up—you actually own stuff like this? And five sets?" Su Yang smirked, giving Pan Ning a teasing look.
Blushing slightly, Pan Ning snatched the lingerie back and stuffed it into the bag.
"None of your business!"
"Come on, fess up. When did you buy these?"
Pan Ning rolled her eyes. "That’s irrelevant. Just know you’re the only one who gets to see them."
"Holy—" Su Yang nearly cursed but caught himself, replacing it with a grin as he leaned closer.
"What are you doing? Oh, by the way, my dad mentioned you punched him pretty hard?"
"Uh..." Su Yang stiffened mid-motion.
"I thought he was a thief! So yeah, I hit him harder than I should’ve."
"Hmph! If my dad ends up with any injuries, you’re dead."
"Come on, we made up afterward. He seemed fine."
"Better be."
"Honestly, your dad’s pretty cool. After I punched—er, after I hit him, he even complimented me."
Pan Ning shot him a glare. "So you two hit it off?"
"Totally. What’s that saying? ‘No discord, no concord.’ Sure, I punched him, but he nearly bashed my head in with a stick."
"Unbelievable. Couldn’t you two have just talked it out sooner?"
"Circumstances didn’t allow it! Your dad bolted the second he saw me and threw a bag at me. Was I supposed to take that lying down? Obviously, I didn’t know who he was at the time."
Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning’s expression, relieved to see no anger, and continued, "You told me you lived alone, so I never expected your dad to show up when you weren’t home. Plus, he was dressed head to toe in black—hat, mask, the works. How was I supposed to know? And when he ran, what else could I think but ‘thief’?"
"At least nothing worse happened."
"Anyway, I just got off the phone with him. He said he wants you to bring me over for dinner sometime."
"Wait, what?!" Su Yang’s face was a picture of confusion.
"Yeah. Got a problem with that?"
"Uh, no, not at all. Just didn’t expect Uncle Pan to be so... hospitable. Heh."
"He thinks we’re together," Pan Ning said coolly, side-eyeing him.
Su Yang gulped. "Yeah, earlier he asked if we were dating."
"And what did you say?" Pan Ning turned to him, her big, beautiful eyes brimming with anticipation.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
