System, You Really Are My Dear Father

"Alright then."

"Let me confirm one last time—you’re not joking, right?"

"If you just want to go check it out, you don’t need me to ask my friend. You can go by yourself."

Su Yang spread his hands and grinned. "Do I look like I’m joking?"

Truthfully, as Zhao Mengrou had said, Su Yang could go alone. Asking for her help was mostly to get a discount or some freebies.

But honestly, that wasn’t the main point. The real reason he’d asked Zhao Mengrou was to quickly raise her affection toward him.

Not only would that earn him more rewards, but it would also bring their relationship to the next level.

"Fine." Zhao Mengrou exhaled and pulled out her phone.

"Should I ask her now?"

"Sure, let’s set a time. Though I probably can’t go today—I have to head out soon."

"Let me check first." Zhao Mengrou started typing on WeChat.

While waiting, Su Yang got up to pour himself a glass of water.

Two minutes later, Zhao Mengrou put her phone down and looked at him. "I asked. My friend happens to be off today. If you want to go, tomorrow or the day after works—she’ll be there on the weekend."

"Alright, let’s do tomorrow at noon. I’ll message you then."

Zhao Mengrou stood up with a light smile. "Sounds good. I’ll wait for your message."

She grabbed her small leather bag and was about to leave but hesitated, turning back to remind him, "I’ve already put in a word for you, so don’t stand me up, okay?"

"Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy." Su Yang flashed a grin.

"Good. See you."

With that, Zhao Mengrou strode toward the door without another thought.

"Take care, Sister Zhao!" Su Yang waved playfully from behind.

Hearing this, Zhao Mengrou suddenly spun around with a stern expression. "Stop calling me ‘Sister Zhao’ all the time. Do I really look that old to you?"

"Uh… then what should I call you? Mengrou? Doesn’t that sound a bit too familiar?" Su Yang scratched his head.

"What’s wrong with that? From now on, call me that. No more ‘sister’—it makes me feel ancient."

"Uh… sure, if you’re fine with it."

"I am. Bye." Zhao Mengrou gave him a radiant smile before leaving.

Once she was gone, Su Yang flopped onto the couch, feeling utterly relaxed and content. In all his life, he’d never felt this happy or confident.

The entire conversation with Zhao Mengrou had been effortless and natural—something unimaginable before. In the past, he’d barely managed a greeting when talking to a beauty like her.

It just proved one thing: money gave a man confidence. At least, that was true for most men.

[Ding! Zhao Mengrou’s affection toward the host has increased to 30 (Acquaintance).]

The system’s voice suddenly rang out.

Su Yang flinched. "Damn, you scared me!"

He still wasn’t used to the system’s random announcements, but the sound was music to his ears.

"Already at 30 after just this? Not bad at all." He couldn’t help but smirk.

—Hey system, show me my current stats.

[Host: Su Yang]

[Age: 24]

[Height: 180cm]

[Weight: 73kg]

[Appearance: 88]

[Physique: 65]

[Body: 90]

[Charm: 90]

[Skills: Body Management Master]

[Bound Target: Zhao Mengrou]

[Balance: ¥0]

Su Yang studied the virtual screen in front of him. His appearance, body, and charm stats had all been updated.

His appearance had gone from 84 to 88—not a huge leap, since he was already decent-looking. He’d just never put much effort into grooming due to work, making him seem average.

The real shockers were his body and charm, which had skyrocketed by 20 points each.

Before gaining the Body Management Master skill, both stats were at a mediocre 70. Now, with body and charm at 90 and appearance at 88, he could only imagine the heads he’d turn on the street.

After a brief moment of smug satisfaction, Su Yang headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, then changed into simple, sharp-looking clothes.

He planned to do a little shopping—time to upgrade his wardrobe with things he could never afford before.

LV was a must. Now that he had money, his style had to match.

Not that regular clothes were ugly or poor quality.

An LV T-shirt cost anywhere from 5,000 to 20,000 yuan. Was it really that much better than a 100-yuan one?

Not really. The price was inflated, but people still paid it.

Why?

For status. To subtly flex their wealth and drop an invisible flex.

Plus, for most wealthy people, a few thousand was pocket change—hardly worth a second thought.

The old Su Yang would’ve never understood this. Back then, he was too poor.

He’d even resented the rich, thinking anyone who spent thousands on clothes was an idiot or a show-off.

But now that he could afford it, his perspective had completely shifted.

......

Soon, Su Yang grabbed his Porsche key from the table and stepped out the door.

He couldn’t wait to see his new car.

Just a few steps from his building, he spotted a sleek, silver 992 Turbo S parked about ten meters away.

His eyes lit up as he hit the unlock button on the key fob.

The headlights flashed instantly.

"Holy crap! That’s insanely cool!!"

Su Yang jumped in excitement before sprinting toward the car.

The 911 Turbo S wasn’t as flashy as a Lamborghini or Ferrari—it was more understated, like a well-behaved honor student.

But when it came to performance, it could hold its own against the best.

That was exactly why Su Yang loved it. It let him flex without being obnoxious.

The most lethal flexes were the subtle ones.

And let’s be real—it was still a Porsche. That badge alone would attract plenty of women.

As everyone knew, Porsches came with a built-in "girl magnet" feature.

......

Su Yang yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat, heart racing.

The moment he sat down, the system chimed in again.

[Ding! Detecting the host’s lack of driving experience. An additional Professional Racecar Driver skill has been gifted.]

Su Yang blinked, then laughed.

—System, you’re literally my godfather!

—You think of everything.

It was true. Without this skill, he might not even know how to start the car.

After all, he’d only gotten his license in college and hadn’t driven since.

Let alone a million-dollar sports car.

After acquiring the new skill, Su Yang instantly felt a flood of driving techniques and an intimate familiarity with vehicles surge through his mind—like a professional racer sitting behind the wheel of a family car, handling it with effortless ease.

A smile tugged at his lips as he carefully examined the interior. The dark gray-black upholstery matched his taste perfectly, and every optional feature seemed tailored to his preferences. It was as if the system had scanned him thoroughly from the very beginning.

He couldn’t wait to test the car’s ferocious performance.

The moment he twisted the ignition knob on the left side of the steering wheel—

Vroooom!

The engine roared to life with a wild, unrestrained growl.

Su Yang’s face flushed with excitement, his heart pounding.

"One of my dream cars—claimed!"