You Have the Most Temperament

A few people acknowledged, and Su Yang turned to head towards the bathroom.

"I'm just washing my hands. You can move the stuff yourself."

Song Anquan chuckled, "Got it. I'll handle it. Go wash up so we can eat."

At that moment, Jiang Mengyun also followed toward the bathroom, calling out from behind, "By the way, what was your name again?"

Su Yang glanced back at her with a smile. "Su Yang."

"Su Yang~ Like the 'yang' in 'sheep'?"

Su Yang rolled his eyes at her. "No, like the 'yang' in 'sun'!"

"Oh, right. I'm Jiang Mengyun."

Su Yang grinned. "Nice to meet you. Guess we're officially acquainted now?"

Jiang Mengyun nodded. "You've taken liberties with me twice already. Wouldn't you say we are?"

Su Yang paused, then laughed awkwardly. "What do you mean 'taken liberties'? I was just teaching you how to chop wood!"

"From where I stand, you were definitely taking liberties. But whatever—I'll let it slide since you're kinda good-looking."

Su Yang flashed a grin. "Well, thank you for that."

With that, he stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands. "All done. Your turn."

"Thanks." Jiang Mengyun waited for him to come out before entering to wash her hands.

As she scrubbed, she asked, "Hey, when I arrived earlier, I saw a Rolls-Royce Cullinan parked outside. If I had to guess, it’s yours, right?"

Su Yang leaned against the doorframe, amused. "What gave it away?"

"Wasn’t hard to figure. You’re the only one here with that kind of presence. Plus, that watch on your wrist kinda gave you away. So, unless there’s someone else hiding around here, you’re definitely the owner of that Mansory Cullinan."

Su Yang smirked. "Forget the rest—I’ll take the 'presence' compliment. Heh. You’ve been scowling this whole time, but you’ve got a way with words."

Jiang Mengyun rolled her eyes again. "Who’s scowling?"

Su Yang laughed. "You, right now?"

"Ugh—this is just my face."

Su Yang winked. "Just teasing. Yeah, the car’s mine."

"Didn’t expect someone your age to be so loaded. You some kind of rich kid?"

"Nope. All this is from my own hard work (and a bit of luck). Call me a self-made man."

"Really? Impressive."

Jiang Mengyun stepped out of the bathroom and looked at him. "Got a tissue?"

"Here."

Su Yang pulled a pack of napkins from his bag, opened it, and handed her one.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Just then, Song Anquan’s voice called from inside, "Food’s ready!"

"Coming!" Su Yang replied, then glanced at Jiang Mengyun. "Let’s eat."

......

Soon, everyone had a simple breakfast indoors.

By noon, another eight or nine people had arrived, and the once-spacious living room suddenly felt cramped.

Chen Qi and a few other girls who’d come later gathered on the sofa, blowing up balloons and arranging decorations—posters, hangings, and other knickknacks.

Meanwhile, Song Haihua, Zhao Pengcheng, and six other men rode a tricycle to the village entrance to haul back a fattened pig, while a few middle-aged women prepped ingredients in the backyard.

The mix of voices and squealing pigs created a lively chaos, turning the first floor into a hive of activity.

Su Yang stood by the door and waved at Song Anquan, who was busy serving tea. "Anquan, come here a sec."

"What’s up, man?"

"Should we head into the city now to get the wedding car decorated? If we wait, we’ll be stuck here till afternoon."

Song Anquan nodded. "Good call. Let’s go. Not like I’m much help with pig-slaughtering anyway."

"Cool, let’s roll."

"Gimme a minute—gotta change first." Song Anquan dashed upstairs.

Hearing their conversation, Jiang Mengyun stood up and looked at Su Yang. "I’ll go with you."

"Sure, not like you’re doing much here either," Su Yang teased.

Jiang Mengyun shot him a look. "I’m not great with this kind of stuff."

"Honestly? Neither am I."

"Pfft. Thought you were good at everything."

Su Yang grinned. "In some areas, I absolutely am."

Two minutes later, Song Anquan came back down in fresh clothes. "Alright, let’s go. The sooner, the better."

"Yep."

Noticing Jiang Mengyun tagging along, Song Anquan blinked. "Wait, you’re coming too?"

"Yeah. Not much for me to do here."

"Cool, let’s move."

As the three headed for the door, Song Anquan suddenly stopped and smacked his forehead. "Hold up—weren’t we supposed to bring my cousin along?"

Su Yang turned. "Oh right, almost forgot. Go get her."

"On it."

Song Anquan hurried back to the sofa and called out, "Qiqi, stop with the balloons. Come with us to decorate the wedding car."

Chen Qi looked up, puzzled. "Wedding car?"

"Yeah. Stretch your legs—you’ve been sitting all morning."

After a brief pause, Chen Qi said, "You guys go ahead. I’ll help these sisters with the decorations."

"Seriously? We’re leaving now."

Hearing that, Chen Qi called back, "Who’s 'we'?"

"Me and Su Yang. Gotta take his car, remember?"

"Oh. Well… alright, I’ll come."

"Great! Hurry up—we’ll wait outside."

Song Anquan, oblivious, cheerfully walked off. Chen Qi set down the balloon and followed.

Just then, Chen Zhaoguo came in from the backyard for water and saw Chen Qi leaving. "Qiqi, where you off to?"

Chen Qi turned. "Anquan asked me to go with them to decorate the wedding car."

"Wedding car? Oh, sure. Go on—get some air and chat with them. Don’t just mope around."

"Okay~"

Chen Qi nodded and hurried out, joining the group. Su Yang smiled at her. "Glad you’re coming. Let’s go."

They quickly reached the parked cars at the gate.

Su Yang glanced at Jiang Mengyun. "You drove here?"

"Yeah. That Macan over there."

Following her finger, Su Yang nodded. "GTS. Nice."

"Can’t compare to yours."

"Why compare? Wanna take your car or ride with me?"

"Obviously yours. Gotta experience a ten-million-yuan Cullinan."

Song Anquan’s eyes bulged. "Wait—ten million? I thought it was eight?"

Jiang Mengyun smirked. "His is a Mansory custom. Three mil pricier than the standard Black Badge."

"Holy—" Song Anquan swallowed his words mid-sentence.

Ignoring him, Jiang Mengyun strode to the Cullinan’s rear and slipped inside through the coach doors.

Su Yang waved at the still-frozen Song Anquan and Chen Qi. "You two spacing out? Get in."

"Ah—right, coming!"

The two quickly walked up to the car, and Song Anquan took another careful look at the vehicle before grinning. "Holy smokes, I didn’t notice earlier—this really is something else. First time I’ve ever ridden in a car this nice."

He moved toward the back seat, ready to climb in.

Su Yang grabbed his arm. "What are you doing? Sit in the front."

"Oh, right—got it."

"Chen Qi, you and Sister Jiang Mengyun take the back."

"Okay~"

Once the two were settled inside, Su Yang slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

A few passersby, mostly younger folks, couldn’t help but shoot envious glances their way.

Su Yang smirked, pressed the accelerator, and drove off toward the outskirts of the village.

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