Old Gao slapped his forehead: "Oh right, you must have other business to attend to."
"By the way, where's that guy Chen Guowei?" Su Yang asked, changing the subject.
"Boss Chen? He didn’t come today."
"Alright."
After exchanging a few casual words, Lu Yun came over, now changed into her own clothes.
She looked youthful today, with her hair tied up in a simple bun and wearing a light blue fitted plaid dress that showed off her fair calves. Her feet were clad in black-and-white canvas shoes, and she carried a beige canvas tote bag. Paired with her nearly flawless figure, Su Yang couldn’t help but stare.
Indeed, a beautiful woman looks good no matter what she wears.
"All set~" Lu Yun said cheerfully, skipping over to Su Yang with her hands behind her back.
"Great, let’s go then."
He stood up and glanced at Old Gao. "We’re off—no need to see us out."
"But I must!" Old Gao insisted with a smile, following them to the restaurant entrance.
"Go back to work," Su Yang waved, walking with Lu Yun toward the parking lot.
"Come back soon, Boss Su!!" Old Gao shouted enviously from the doorway as he watched Su Yang drive off smoothly in the S680.
Truth be told, Old Gao really wanted to get closer to Su Yang, but the latter rarely visited the restaurant. And when he did, he never stayed for more than an hour, leaving Old Gao no chance to make an impression.
......
In the car, Su Yang glanced at Lu Yun and grinned. "What do you feel like eating?"
Lu Yun pulled down the vanity mirror on the passenger side, checked her reflection, and smiled sweetly. "Anything’s fine as long as it’s with you."
Su Yang was taken aback. ‘Huh? What’s up with her today? Since when is she so smooth?’
"How about some crayfish? There’s this Haicheng-style crayfish place I used to go to—super delicious. Haven’t been there in ages, and I suddenly miss the taste."
"Sure, whatever you say."
Su Yang smirked and nodded. "Alright, let’s go!"
As rush hour approached, the three- or four-kilometer trip took them over forty minutes in traffic.
By nearly six o’clock, Su Yang finally drove into an old street called Harmony Road.
The area was lined with buildings from the '80s and '90s, bursting with lively energy at night.
Pedestrians crowded the sidewalks, and makeshift stalls with red canopies lined the left side of the road.
The appearance of the Maybach S680 caused quite a stir.
While not as flashy as Lamborghinis or Ferraris, it still turned plenty of heads.
Though technically part of the city, this wasn’t the upscale commercial district, so a car like the Maybach was a rare sight.
Most residents here were long-time Haicheng locals or young adults just starting out in society.
If you wanted relatively affordable rent in the city, these old walk-up apartments in the historic district were pretty much the only option.
Just as Su Yang was worrying about parking, a white sedan pulled out of a spot ahead on his right.
Quick as a flash, he maneuvered the car in front of the empty space, shifted into reverse, cranked the wheel, straightened out—a flawless parallel park in one smooth motion.
"Wow, that was amazing! You backed into such a tight spot in one go!" Lu Yun clapped in admiration.
Su Yang chuckled. "No big deal. By the way, have you been driving your new car much lately?"
"Off and on."
"How’s it handling? The A4’s pretty smooth, right?"
Lu Yun nodded. "Mhm, of course—it’s an Audi, after all~ But for me, it still feels a bit big sometimes. Turning and reversing can be tricky."
"That’s why you gotta drive it more. Cars are meant to be driven—you’ll get used to it with time," Su Yang said with a grin.
"Mhm~"
They got out of the car, and Su Yang noticed that since getting the Audi, Lu Yun had grown a bit more confident.
Not that she lacked confidence before, but she used to be more reserved, carrying herself like someone fresh out of college.
Now, she had a slightly more mature air. A person’s aura doesn’t just come from books and life experience—sometimes, material things help elevate it too.
That’s why people say driving a nice car boosts your confidence.
Not that an A4L is some ultra-luxury vehicle, but let’s not forget—she’s only twenty-three.
How many young people in real life can afford a 3 Series, A4, or C-Class?
Sure, Su Yang had chipped in for the car, but that didn’t change much.
With her current salary, Lu Yun could pay him back in no time.
But when that day came, Su Yang wouldn’t take the money anyway. The whole "loan" thing was just an excuse to make her accept it without hesitation.
Walking side by side, Lu Yun asked, "So where’s this place?"
"Just up ahead—take a left at that intersection into a residential area," Su Yang said, pointing forward.
"You even know about hidden spots like this?"
"Heh, of course. The best food’s always tucked away in little alleys."
Lu Yun nodded obediently. "I just didn’t expect someone as well-off as you to eat in places like this."
Su Yang laughed. "Who says rich people don’t eat in back alleys? Besides, I’m not that rich. Even Wang Congcong buys fried rice from street vendors."
"Just teasing~"
As they chatted, they wandered deeper into the alley.
After a short walk, they reached an old residential building.
An open space in front was already half-filled with people waiting in line.
"Damn, this many people?" Su Yang blurted out.
"It’s that popular?" Lu Yun sounded equally surprised.
"Yeah, it’s always busy, but last time I came around eight or nine, and it was packed. It’s not even six yet!"
"Should we still eat here?"
"Absolutely! I’ve been craving this for ages."
"Then let’s grab a ticket."
"Sure." Su Yang walked up to the counter and took a number.
A-table, No. 78—11 groups ahead of them.
"Seriously? How long’s this gonna take?" He turned to a busy server. "Miss, how long’s the wait?"
"About an hour."
"Alright, thanks." He walked back to Lu Yun.
"How long?"
"Roughly an hour. You hungry? If you are, we can skip it and go somewhere else."
"I can wait. If you’re craving it, let’s stay. I’m curious about this place too."
"Cool, we’ll hang around then."
They found two plastic chairs and sat down.
"But didn’t we plan to go clothes shopping later? Won’t it be too late after eating?" Lu Yun suddenly remembered.
"Oh crap!" Su Yang smacked his thigh. "Totally forgot about that. Let me check."
He pulled out his phone to look it up.
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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.
