[Ding! Detected host engaging in aggressive driving with high spirits. Reward: 200,000 yuan in cash.]
—Got it.
Su Yang’s attention was entirely focused on the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini.
As the two cars drove side by side, he glanced over. With the windows up and speeds exceeding 200 km/h, Su Yang could only vaguely make out that the other driver seemed to be a girl.
After overtaking, Su Yang considered slowing down to let the Lamborghini catch up, but the moment he eased off the gas, the Lambo instantly surged past him from the right lane.
“Hey! Feeling competitive, huh? Looks like we’ve got a match. Alright then, wherever you go today, I’m following!”
Su Yang floored the accelerator and chased after her.
The two cars weaved through the highway, trading leads.
Truthfully, Su Yang could have easily stayed ahead after overtaking, but he kept slowing down deliberately just to confirm the other driver’s gender—letting the Lambo pass him again and again.
After three or four exchanges, he finally confirmed it.
A woman.
More accurately, a young woman.
“Not bad. A girl driving a Urus this aggressively? Must be a cool beauty.”
Half an hour later, the navigation alerted Su Yang that he was about to exit the highway.
Watching the Lamborghini ahead, he sighed, “Too bad I’ve got to get off. If it weren’t for dinner with my parents today, I’d keep going till one of us wins.”
With that, he stomped on the gas, overtaking the Lambo one last time—this time without slowing down.
The distance between them grew rapidly.
Su Yang smirked at the rearview mirror. “See ya, gorgeous.”
No sooner had he spoken than the mirror flashed again—headlights from the Lambo.
“Seriously? Give it up. You’re not catching me.”
Two kilometers later, Su Yang slowed down and entered the exit ramp.
But just as he did, the Lamborghini reappeared in his mirror.
“Huh? What’s the deal? You’re following me off the highway? That determined to beat me?”
The two cars passed through the Yangcheng toll gate one after the other. Before Su Yang could speed up, the Lambo suddenly shot past him and pulled over on the roadside ahead.
Su Yang slowed down and parked beside her.
The moment he stopped, the Lamborghini’s door swung open, and out stepped a striking woman.
She wore sunglasses, her fair skin contrasting with her slightly wavy shoulder-length hair. A black Dior cropped tee hugged her torso, paired with tight denim shorts and gray-white Nike Dunks. Her legs were so long they seemed to defy logic.
Su Yang’s eyes lit up.
“Damn, that figure is something else. Too bad the shades are hiding her face.”
—System, do your thing!
[Pan Ning, Age: 24]
[Height: 170 cm]
[Weight: 54 kg]
[Appearance: 93]
[Figure: 93]
[Relationships: 0]
[Bind?]
—Bind!
—24 and never dated? Interesting.
—But let’s see if she’s really a 93.
As Su Yang mused, Pan Ning strode to his car and motioned for him to roll down the window.
Su Yang decided to step out instead—he needed fresh air after the drive.
Pan Ning removed her sunglasses and shook out her hair, finally giving Su Yang a clear view of her face. Light makeup accentuated her oval face, delicate features, arched brows, almond eyes, a straight nose, and full lips that exuded sensuality.
Su Yang’s pulse quickened. Hell yeah, my type.
“Something I can help you with?” he asked politely.
Pan Ning didn’t answer immediately. Swinging her sunglasses idly, she circled his car before stopping in front of him.
“New 707?”
“Yeah, spot on. You know your cars,” Su Yang replied with a grin.
Her tone was cool. “Not many people overtake me on the highway. But you’re the first to do it and then brake-check me repeatedly.”
“I lost today, but I’m not happy about it. Next time, I’ll bring a different car.”
“Wait, next time?”
“Obviously. You beat me and toyed with me. I’m pretty sure you were messing with me.”
“Whoa, not my intention. I just wanted to see who was driving the Urus.”
Before she could retort, Su Yang added, “But you followed me off the highway just for that?”
Pan Ning smirked. “It’s a big deal to me. And I wasn’t following you—I was already headed to Yangcheng.”
“Oh? You live here?”
“No. I’m from Haicheng. Here on business.”
Su Yang nodded, feigning disinterest. “Alright then, I’ll get going.”
“Hold on.” Pan Ning pulled out her phone and stepped closer, assertive. “Give me your WeChat. We’ll race again another day.”
Su Yang smiled inwardly. Feisty. I like her.
Out loud, he said, “Sure, but what car are you bringing next time?”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as it smokes your Aston.”
Su Yang raised a brow. “Fine. But I won’t be driving the Aston either.”
“Whatever.” She shrugged.
“How about a wager?” Su Yang proposed.
“Go on.”
“Next time, we’ll do a 0-400m drag race. If I lose, I’ll treat you to dinner. If you lose, you’re buying.”
“Deal. But I won’t lose.”
“Confidence is good. Hope you back it up. Let’s swap WeChat.”
After adding each other, Pan Ning eyed him. “Name?”
“Su Yang.”
“Su Yang. Got it. I’m Pan Ning. See you next time.” With that, she turned and walked off.
Watching her leave, Su Yang felt a rare flutter in his chest. Unlike Zhao Mengrou or Gu Xiaoman—women he’d been with before—Pan Ning’s blend of aloofness and charm struck a chord.
“What an interesting girl. Driving a Lambo at her age? Definitely loaded.”
“Never met anyone like her—cool, beautiful, and a challenge. I’m making her mine.”
With that thought, he got back in his car and headed home.
Su Yang’s family lived in a suburban area on the outskirts of Yangcheng. He’d grown up there, and as he drove, he mused, Once Mom and Dad adjust, I’ll buy them a nicer place in the city. Though convincing them to move to Haicheng might be impossible.
Soon, he pulled up to his apartment complex, Qinghe Community.
The Aston Martin’s arrival instantly drew stares from the locals—luxury cars were a rare sight here.
“Whoa, what kind of car is that? Looks sick.”
“That winged badge… is that a Bentley?”
“A Bentley? Damn. Must be some rich guy visiting family.”
Su Yang didn’t even notice the group of youngsters as he parked his car in the slightly crowded residential complex and stepped out.
Gazing at the place he hadn’t returned to in over a year, he thought to himself, "It’s been more than a year since I last came home, and now I’m back feeling like I’ve made something of myself."
Just as he was lost in thought, a slightly plump middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties approached him.
"Yangyang!"
Hearing the voice, Su Yang quickly turned his head and saw that it was his mother, Chen Liping.
A wide grin spread across his face as he called out, "Mom!"
He rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug.
Though Chen Liping pretended to be annoyed, her joy was unmistakable. "Finally decided to come home, huh? Alright, alright, you’re a grown man now—no need for hugs."
Su Yang chuckled and stepped back. "It’s been over a year since I last saw you. I missed you, Mom."
"Always with the sweet talk," she retorted.
"Heh, by the way, why are you out here?"
"Your dad called and said you were coming home for dinner today, so I went out to buy some groceries."
Su Yang glanced at the bags of food in her hands and quickly snatched them away.
"Here, let me carry them."
"Oh, isn’t this Xiao Yang? Back for a visit?" A woman around Chen Liping’s age walked up from behind her.
Recognizing her, Su Yang smiled. "Aunt Zhang, long time no see."
"It really has been a while. Last time I saw you, you were still a bit chubby, but now you’ve slimmed down. Huh? Sister Ping, is this Xiao Yang’s car?"
Only then did Chen Liping notice the black SUV behind Su Yang.
She shook her head with a laugh. "This car looks expensive—there’s no way it’s Yangyang’s."
Su Yang chimed in, "Mom, this is my car. But it’s not that expensive, just around three or four hundred thousand."
"What? Three... three or four hundred thousand? Where did you get that kind of money?" Chen Liping was stunned.
In their household, they had never had that much money—their savings had never exceeded a few thousand at most.
Su Yang thought to himself, "Huh? What’s going on? Didn’t Dad tell Mom yet?"
He explained again, "I already mentioned it to Dad over the phone. Last year, I started a business with some friends, and these past few months have been really good. That’s why I bought a nice car. I’ll explain everything in detail once we get home."
Despite his words, Chen Liping remained shocked. She didn’t recognize the car’s brand, but it definitely looked luxurious.
Aunt Zhang stepped closer with a smile. "I told you I just saw Xiao Yang getting out of this car, and you said it wasn’t his. Wow, Xiao Yang, you’ve really made it! Buying such a fancy car—you two are going to have a comfortable life from now on!"
Chen Liping’s cheeks flushed slightly, but inwardly, she was overjoyed. For the first time in decades, she felt a sense of pride in front of her friends.
She laughed it off. "Oh, comfort or not, we’re old now. As long as we can live peacefully in our later years and our children stay healthy, that’s all that matters."
"Exactly, that’s the most important thing."
"I’ll head back now. Ah, how wonderful." Aunt Zhang walked away slowly, her eyes filled with a hint of envy.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
