That guy is just pretending

"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.