At that moment, a waiter approached slowly with three menus in hand.
Su Yang took them and glanced at the two women sitting across from him.
"Order whatever you like, don’t hold back," he said with a smile.
Lin Yiyi nodded slightly and opened her menu to browse.
However, while she was scanning the options, Tang Yuwei beside her had already noticed the watch on Su Yang’s wrist.
Though not wealthy herself, Tang Yuwei had long aspired to marry into a rich family, so she spent her free time studying luxury brands.
One look at Su Yang’s watch, and she immediately recognized it as one of the most prestigious timepieces in the world—a Vacheron Constantin.
Lin Yiyi, however, remained oblivious to this detail, and Tang Yuwei had no intention of pointing it out.
She stole another glance at Su Yang, her heart fluttering. His demeanor was impeccable—generous, refined, and gentlemanly—exactly the kind of wealthy heir she envisioned for herself.
She began plotting how to gain the upper hand in the coming moments.
Lin Yiyi, on the other hand, was far more naive in these matters. She hadn’t even noticed Su Yang’s watch, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have recognized its significance.
Her focus was entirely on the menu, where dishes costing hundreds or even thousands of yuan left her unsure of what to choose.
"Brother Su, are you really sure we can order anything?" Lin Yiyi looked up at him hesitantly.
Su Yang leaned back in his chair, smiling. "Of course. Order whatever you want—don’t worry about the price."
"Then I’ll go ahead and pick something."
"Go ahead."
This was Lin Yiyi’s first time dining with such a wealthy man. In the past, many guys had pursued her and taken her out to eat, but they usually stuck to mid-range buffets or hotpot places where meals cost a couple hundred yuan per person. A restaurant where a single dish could run into the thousands was entirely new to her.
Noticing her hesitation, Tang Yuwei set her own menu aside and leaned in to look at Lin Yiyi’s, maintaining the facade of their close friendship.
After selecting five or six dishes, Lin Yiyi handed the menu back to Su Yang.
"All done! Brother Su, see if you’d like to add anything else."
Su Yang skimmed through their choices and chuckled. "What kind of selections are these? Mostly desserts—you won’t get full on these. Let me add a few more."
With that, he ordered several dishes with lengthy, elaborate names.
"Would you like some drinks?" Su Yang asked, glancing between the two women.
"Maybe not alcohol," Lin Yiyi said, feigning restraint.
"And you?" Su Yang turned to Tang Yuwei.
"If Yiyi isn’t drinking, I won’t either."
Su Yang grinned. "How about we hit a bar after dinner?"
The two women exchanged glances, both appearing reluctant.
"Just a suggestion—no pressure if you’re not interested."
"Actually… we could go for a bit. It’s still early," Tang Yuwei quickly interjected, noticing Su Yang’s apparent indifference.
Su Yang looked at Lin Yiyi, who pretended to consider it before nodding. "Sure, why not? It’s still early."
"Great! Let’s eat first."
Soon, their casual dinner came to an end.
At the checkout counter, Su Yang pulled out his phone and paid the bill—4,500 yuan in total.
Watching him handle the payment effortlessly, Lin Yiyi instinctively moved a little closer to him.
"Let’s go."
Half an hour later, Su Yang led them to a high-end nightclub he had researched beforehand—not a craft beer bar this time, but a massive, bustling venue.
It was already 9:30 PM, and the club was packed. The music thundered through the space, punctuated by the DJ’s occasional shouts.
On the stage ahead, two women in black stockings and hot pants swayed seductively to the beat.
Multicolored strobe lights swept across the crowd.
Su Yang had deliberately chosen this famous nightspot in Haicheng—a place he’d never been to before, making tonight his first experience.
The bouncer at the entrance brightened at the sight of the trio—one man and two strikingly attractive women.
But having worked in nightlife for years, he’d seen countless good-looking patrons and didn’t react too strongly.
With a welcoming smile, he approached them. "Right this way, folks! Party of three?"
"Yes. Any seats left?" Su Yang scanned the crowded venue, which seemed full.
"We’ve got VIP booths left, but they’re pricier."
"No problem. Show us the way."
The bouncer took in Su Yang’s trendy outfit, his watch, and the two women accompanying him, instantly recognizing him as someone with deep pockets.
With a knowing grin, he guided them through the maze of tables to a spacious booth that could seat six or seven.
"Just a heads-up, sir—there’s a minimum spend for this booth."
Su Yang nodded and took the drinks menu from him.
The prices were steep—most bottles started at 800 or 1,000 yuan, with some reaching tens of thousands.
Flipping through the pages, his eyes landed on a set labeled "Dragon Set," priced at [amount].
His interest piqued. "What’s this?"
"Ah, you’re not familiar with the Dragon Set, sir?"
"Nope. First time at a club like this. Is the drink good?"
The bouncer patiently explained. "The Dragon Set is actually a collection of Armand de Brignac champagne—also known as Ace of Spades. The Grand Dragon includes six bottles of different colors, priced at [amount], while the Mini Dragon has three bottles for [amount]."
Su Yang nodded. "Ah, Ace of Spades—I’ve heard of it but never tried it. Let’s go with the Grand Dragon, then."
The bouncer’s face lit up. "You’re sure about the Grand Dragon, sir?"
"Bring it out."
"Right away! By the way, may I have your name, sir?"
"Su Yang."
"Got it!"
The bouncer hurried off, not bothering to ask about the two women—it was clear Su Yang was the one calling the shots tonight.
"What did you order?" Lin Yiyi asked, raising her voice over the deafening music.
She seized the opportunity to press herself against Su Yang’s arm.
Not to be outdone, Tang Yuwei quickly leaned in as well.
"Something called a Dragon Set. Never had it before—figured we’d try it," Su Yang replied casually.
"Wait—the Dragon Set?!" Both women gasped, covering their mouths in exaggerated shock.
Unlike Su Yang, they were well-acquainted with the Dragon Set.
Having frequented clubs with friends, they’d seen other tables order it many times—though they’d never been the ones footing the nearly 90,000-yuan bill.
"That set costs almost 90,000! Isn’t that too much?"
Su Yang shrugged. "It’s fine. We’re here—might as well experience it."
Before they could process his nonchalance, the club’s lights suddenly focused on their booth, and the music paused briefly.
Their faces appeared on the venue’s massive screens, instantly making them the center of attention.
Su Yang froze for a second, utterly bewildered as he blurted, "What the hell? What's going on?"
"Mr. Su at Table 36 has ordered the Grand Shenlong set!" The waiter from earlier stood on the stage with a microphone, announcing it loudly to the entire venue.
As soon as he finished, music blasted through the speakers, and a crowd erupted in cheers, surging toward Su Yang's table.
Several waitresses in black stockings and short skirts carried glowing signboards while balancing trays of premium liquor and complimentary dishes, all heading straight for Su Yang.
Every other customer in the club turned their attention to his table.
"Holy crap, no wonder this booze is so expensive—it comes with this kind of service!" Su Yang gaped, eyes wide with disbelief.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
