The pleasant and enjoyable night passed quickly.
When Su Yang opened his eyes again, it was already 10:30 in the morning the next day.
[Ding! Detected that the host is thoroughly relaxed and enjoying himself. Reward: 3 million.]
Hearing the system's notification, Su Yang stretched lazily and sat up, glancing at the empty space beside him. Xia Li had already gotten up and left for work an hour ago, but she left him a WeChat message.
"I'm off to work. Ordered takeout for you—it's on the coffee table in the living room. Remember to eat when you wake up~"
"Got it. Thanks," Su Yang typed in reply.
Xia Li responded almost instantly: "No need to thank me! Just treat me to a meal sometime [winking finger]."
"No problem. I’ll take you out for a feast, or I can cook for you myself."
"Oh? You can cook?"
"Yep, and everyone who’s tried my food says it’s great. You should come over and try it sometime."
"Deal! I’ll definitely take you up on that."
...
They exchanged a few more casual messages, but neither brought up what had happened the night before.
Perhaps this was the unspoken "understanding" between adults.
Su Yang chuckled to himself and turned off his phone, then got dressed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
About ten minutes later, he walked into the living room and spotted a yellow takeout bag on the coffee table.
He sat down on the sofa and opened it—inside was a container of seafood porridge, a sandwich, a carton of milk, and a fruit platter.
"Pretty thoughtful~ Though, I gotta say, Xia Li’s got some charm—that cool, mature vibe is nice," Su Yang murmured with a smile as he started eating.
While enjoying his breakfast, he idly scrolled through his phone. Once he finished, he opened WeChat and checked the profile of Xia Zhiyu, whom he’d just added the night before.
He skimmed through her Moments—mostly just snapshots with simple captions, none of which were selfies.
Exiting Moments, he returned to their chat and thought for a moment before typing: "Xiao Yu, are you up yet?"
Xia Zhiyu replied almost immediately.
"I’m already awake~"
"Great. Send me your location—I’ll come pick you up now. If you haven’t eaten yet, grab something first."
"Okay~ Thank you, Su Yang! But maybe just send me your address instead? I can take a cab so you don’t have to go out of your way."
"Don’t worry about it. If you’re far, I’ll just drive over. We’re friends now—no need to be so polite."
Two seconds later, Xia Zhiyu replied: "Alright then. You’re really too kind, Su Yang."
Smiling, Su Yang waited as she sent her location—Shunhai Garden, in Jiangyue District, the same northern area of Haicheng where Su Yang’s countryside cottage was located.
Shunhai Garden wasn’t as far as Lianwu Lake, but it wasn’t exactly close either—about 18 kilometers from Senhai Manor.
Looking at the address, Su Yang muttered, "Xiao Yu’s commuting 30 kilometers round-trip every day..."
He typed back: "Got it. I’ll leave in about ten minutes. Without traffic, it should take me half an hour. I’ll message you when I’m close."
"Sounds good~"
Closing the chat, Su Yang gathered the empty takeout containers into the bag. Glancing around the apartment, he mused, "I should hire someone to clean this place soon. I’ll probably be staying at the villa most of the time from now on."
"Gotta pack a few more things to take with me. Oh right—almost forgot my watches."
He began gathering some essentials. Last time he’d rushed back with Pan Ning, he’d only grabbed clothes, leaving everything else behind.
This time, he wasn’t taking any clothes—he’d leave some here since he’d still drop by occasionally. If he needed anything else, he could always buy it.
After packing his watches, he slung a black bag over his shoulder and walked to the cabinet by the front door.
"Oh, and I should gradually move some cars over too. Which one should I take today?"
Eyeing the seven car keys in the key box, Su Yang rubbed his chin. "You’ll do."
He grabbed the Ferrari key and stepped out.
Soon, he reached the underground garage and couldn’t help grinning as he approached the sleek F80. "This car is a work of art. Damn, it’s gorgeous."
[Ding! Detected that the host is admiring his beloved car with great enjoyment. Reward: 1 million.]
Chuckling, Su Yang pulled open the F80’s butterfly door and slid inside.
Supercars might look insanely cool and badass, but they weren’t exactly comfortable to drive.
Su Yang hadn’t known this before, but after driving the Turbos and the Senna, he’d realized it. Compared to the Maybach S680 or the Rolls-Royce Cullinan, those two felt downright punishing—especially the Senna.
For short city drives, supercars were fine, but anything longer became uncomfortable. Still, this didn’t bother Su Yang much.
With his physique stats in the 90s and the Golden God Body skill, the discomfort was negligible.
Starting the engine, Su Yang pressed the accelerator and eased out of the parking spot.
This generation of Ferrari’s flagship might not have a V12, but its exhaust note was far from quiet—even louder than the Senna’s.
The moment the car rolled out of the neighborhood, pedestrians turned their heads at the roaring engine.
Many whipped out their phones to snap pictures. Most probably didn’t recognize the model, but Ferrari’s signature red, the low-slung stance, and the prancing horse emblem guaranteed a 100% head-turning rate.
Aside from kids and the elderly, nearly everyone else would stare.
Supercars weren’t practical, but there was a reason the wealthy kept buying them—they delivered unmatched emotional satisfaction. The roar of the engine, the envious glances—it all felt incredible.
Su Yang rolled down the window, revealing his handsome face. If he was going to show off, he might as well go all in.
Merging into the center lane, he found the road nearly empty. Flooring the pedal, the F80 launched forward like a rocket.
"Whoa! That’s the stuff! A 0-60 in two seconds? The 488 Pista and SF90 can’t even compete."
[Ding! Detected that the host is exhilarated by spirited driving. Reward: 800,000.]
Smiling, Su Yang followed the GPS toward Xia Zhiyu’s Shunhai Garden.
He overtook every car in sight. Once on the ring road, he soon spotted a Nissan GT-R.
He’d hoped for a little race, but the moment they matched speeds, Su Yang left it in the dust.
No gasoline-powered car on the road stood a chance. Even electric cars with sub-three-second acceleration had to take a backseat.
"Absolute beast! The hybrid system makes all the difference."
Eighteen kilometers later, Su Yang arrived in just ten minutes.
Soon, he arrived at the entrance of Shunhai Garden Residential Complex as indicated by the navigation. Glancing around, he immediately frowned at the surroundings.
The area looked incredibly desolate. The buildings in the complex were all old red-brick structures, appearing shabby and rundown—worse than many other aging neighborhoods.
There were hardly any businesses around the complex either. Along the entire stretch of road, aside from the occasional passing car, barely any pedestrians could be seen.
Most of the street-side shops were closed, with only a few hardware stores, construction supply shops, and massage parlors still open.
After surveying the area, Su Yang muttered to himself, "The place Xia Zhiyu lives in is way too rough. There isn’t even a convenience store nearby. She’s got to move—it’s fine during the day, but coming back at night feels unsafe."
"This place is even worse than my old rental. Sure, my place wasn’t great either, but at least it was lively, and you could buy anything you needed. This spot? It’s practically the middle of nowhere."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
