"168,800?" Su Yang repeated.
"Yeah, ugh, talking about this just annoys me. We argued a few times over the bride price."
"Why?"
"Couldn’t agree, you know? Her family insisted on 188,800 at first. After a lot of back-and-forth, we settled on 168,800, but even then, I was still short by tens of thousands."
"So how’d you handle it in the end?"
Song Anquan sighed. "My dad covered the rest for me. Otherwise, I probably would’ve had to borrow from you."
Su Yang exhaled and thought for a moment. "So how’s the money being handled? Will her family return it to you after the wedding?"
"Return it? Hah, doubt it. Here in Tianhai, it’s usually just a formality—most families give it back. But with her family? I don’t think so."
Hearing this, Su Yang didn’t press further. He patted Song Anquan’s shoulder. "Let’s see how it goes. Focus on the wedding first."
"Yeah, no choice."
"But what’s your fiancée’s take on this?" Su Yang asked.
"She’s on my side. She tried convincing her parents to return the money, but they’ve been dodging giving her a straight answer. So, yeah, it’s probably not happening."
"How’s her family’s financial situation?"
Song Anquan thought for a second. "Not bad. Definitely better off than mine."
"That doesn’t make sense then. Does she have an older brother or something?"
"Nah, just a younger sister, around ten or so. No brothers, just some cousins."
Su Yang frowned slightly. "Weird. Why make such a fuss over the bride price? Whatever, forget it for now. Let’s get ready to head out."
"Alright~"
After their conversation, Su Yang walked toward the door, lost in thought. "Whether they return it or not, I’ll give him a big red envelope tomorrow. Hmm… how much? 660,000. I’ll transfer it straight to his bank account."
Just then, Jiang Mengyun approached with a smile. "What’s got you spacing out?"
"Huh? Nothing. Go ahead and get in the car. We’re leaving soon."
"Okay~"
They reached the car, and Jiang Mengyun slid into the back seat.
"Not sitting shotgun?" Su Yang asked.
"I’m not the star today. Why would I take the front seat? Just grateful to hitch a ride in this car."
Su Yang chuckled. "Fine, make yourself comfortable."
......
At 11:50, everyone gathered outside the courtyard.
After another round of reminders from Song Haihua, the group piled into their cars.
Song Anquan jogged around, handing each driver a small gift bag. When he reached Su Yang’s car, he gave one to Su Yang and another to Jiang Mengyun.
Inside each bag was a pack of premium cigarettes and an 888-yuan red envelope—meant to cover tolls and gas.
It was customary for the groom to give red envelopes to those joining the bridal party, though the drivers got more since they had the tougher job, especially for a long-distance round trip.
While the amount meant little to Su Yang and Jiang Mengyun, it was the gesture that mattered.
Su Yang took both bags with a grin. "Done handing them out? Let’s go."
"Yep! Oh, Chen Qi wants to ride with you too."
Su Yang laughed. "Tell her to come over then. Hurry up."
"Got it."
Soon, the entire bridal party was in their cars, and Su Yang led the convoy out.
He leaned out the window and called to the cars behind him, "I’ll take it slow up front. Keep up!"
"Got it!"
Behind the Rolls-Royce Cullinan was a white Audi Q5L—Chen Qi’s father Chen Zhaoguo’s car.
Next was Jiang Mengyun’s Porsche Macan, driven by Song Da.
The rest of the convoy consisted of assorted cars from relatives and friends, plus a dedicated photography vehicle, bringing the total to eleven cars.
With hazard lights on, Su Yang led the way as the others followed.
Once they left the well-lit area around Song Anquan’s home, the road plunged into darkness.
The eleven-car procession, with headlights and hazards glowing, snaked through the pitch-black countryside like a luminous dragon winding through the night.
Before long, they reached the highway.
As the lead car, Su Yang kept his speed moderate—around 70-80 km/h—so the others wouldn’t lose sight of him.
Once they hit the expressway, he’d let the photographers get a few shots before speeding ahead. There was no point trying to maintain formation over hundreds of kilometers. They’d regroup after the toll booth.
Ten minutes later, all eleven cars entered the Yangcheng North toll station.
After the photography car got its footage, Su Yang turned to Song Anquan. "Tell everyone in the group chat they don’t need to stick together on the highway. Drive at their own pace, and we’ll meet up outside the Hangzhou toll gate."
"On it!"
Once the messages were sent and confirmed, Su Yang floored the accelerator. The Cullinan surged forward, pinning Song Anquan, Jiang Mengyun, and Chen Qi into their seats.
"Whoa!! That acceleration! Dude, this is insane!"
"Glad you like it, but this thing’s got nothing on a sports car. I’ll take you for a spin in one next time."
"You own a sports car too?"
"Yep."
"Which ones?"
"911, McLaren, stuff like that."
Su Yang held back from listing them all to avoid overwhelming Song Anquan.
"Damn, man! You’re killing it. I’m tagging along with you from now on."
"Sure, we’ll talk more after the wedding."
"Sounds good."
Meanwhile, the drivers in the cars behind watched the Cullinan vanish in seconds, muttering in frustration.
"Damn, luxury cars are no joke. Gone in a blink."
"Pfft, that guy’s just showing off. What’s the big deal? It’s not even his car."
"Exactly. Some kid in his twenties probably doesn’t even own a 100,000-yuan car himself."
"Right? I could drive that fast too if I had that ride. Am I right? Hahaha."
......
Su Yang couldn’t hear them, not that it would’ve mattered.
His mindset had changed drastically from before. In the past, he might’ve argued or clapped back.
Now? Let them talk. His bank account held hundreds of millions, growing by millions daily.
There was no point engaging with people who weren’t even in the same world.
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…
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
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.”
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.
