Su Yang and Pan Ning had already returned to the parking lot and were about to get into their car when they heard shouts from behind once again.
"Xiao Pan!! Wait up!"
Su Yang turned at the sound and smiled helplessly. "This guy really is as thick-skinned as you said."
Pan Ning also sighed in exasperation. "What a nuisance. Even at Happy Valley, we can’t escape him."
"Should we hear what else he has to say?"
"Fine."
As they spoke, Chu Qiunan ran over, followed closely by his devoted fan—a girl with long hair.
Panting, he leaned against the RS7 and said, "Xiao... Xiao Pan, why are you in such a hurry? Whew~ I’m heading back to the city too. Let me give you a ride~"
"We have a car," Pan Ning replied flatly.
Only then did Chu Qiunan glance to his left and notice the vehicle. He took a few steps back, scrutinized it, and smirked. "This thing? Don’t tell me it’s yours?" He then looked at Su Yang.
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yep, it’s mine. Got a problem with that?"
"You’re taking my goddess around in an A7?"
"A... Take another look?"
Confused, Chu Qiunan walked around to the rear of the car, then scoffed arrogantly. "Oh ho, not an A7? An RS7? Heh, still not quite up to par."
Su Yang gave him an amused look, thinking to himself, This guy really doesn’t seem too bright.
"So, what do you drive?"
"Me?" Chu Qiunan seemed to have been waiting for this question. He scanned the area before pointing proudly at a red Aston Martin DBS parked diagonally across from them. "A Martin DBS."
Su Yang followed his finger and was about to speak when Chu Qiunan cut in. "For a beauty like Pan Ning, the bare minimum should be an Aston Martin. Isn’t your lousy Audi a bit embarrassing?"
"Lousy Audi?"
"What else? Haven’t you heard what people say online? Audi isn’t a luxury brand~"
Su Yang almost laughed. "Sure, sure. If you say so."
"See? Even you admit it~"
Su Yang: "......"
"Whatever. I don’t have time for this. Xiao Pan, come on, ride with me. My car’s faster. Don’t you like cars? I’ll show you my skills~"
Pan Ning turned and gave Chu Qiunan a look as if he were an idiot, then shook her head and pulled open the RS7’s passenger door, sliding inside.
Panicked, Chu Qiunan rushed forward and grabbed the door before it could close.
"You’re seriously not coming with me?"
Pan Ning sighed and stared ahead, her tone indifferent. "How old are you?"
"Huh?" Chu Qiunan blinked, scratching his head. "Why ask my age all of a sudden? I’m probably a bit older than you—I’m 25~"
"You act like you’re 15. No... 5 is more like it."
With that, Pan Ning shut the door, leaving Chu Qiunan standing there dumbfounded.
"Five? Was that a compliment or an insult?" He turned to Su Yang. "Well?"
Su Yang pointed at himself, amused. "You’re asking me?"
"Duh, who else?"
"What do you think?"
Chu Qiunan narrowed his eyes, genuinely pondering the question.
Su Yang added, "There are two English letters that suit you perfectly."
"What?"
"S... B."
"S—Hey, screw you!! You think you’re hot stuff driving a piece-of-crap Audi?"
Su Yang shrugged. "And yet, Pan Ning still prefers my 'piece-of-crap Audi.' Heh. Mad about it?"
He then walked around to the driver’s side and got in.
"I—" Chu Qiunan gritted his teeth. "Hold on!!"
"Something else?"
"Fine, if that’s how it is, let’s settle this. How about a race?"
"Oh?" Su Yang’s interest was piqued. He smirked. "Go on."
"You’ve got a girl in your car, and I’ve got one in mine. Since you think your car’s so great, let’s see who can reach the city first."
Su Yang replied calmly, "Sure. But what’s the stake?"
"If you lose, you drive yourself home like a good boy."
"And if you lose?"
"Me? Hah! My car’s worth two of yours. You really think I’d lose?"
"Doesn’t matter how many of mine it’s worth. What’s your penalty?"
Chu Qiunan thought for a moment. "Fine. If I lose, I’ll shut up and leave without another word."
"Your terms sound like a kid’s game, but whatever. I’ve got nothing better to do, so let’s play."
"Deal?" Chu Qiunan pressed.
"Get in your car."
"Heh, good. Don’t regret it."
As he turned to leave, Chu Qiunan suddenly called back, "The finish line is Qianxiang Mall!"
Su Yang nodded with a grin. "Hurry up, then."
Without another word, Chu Qiunan grabbed the waiting girl’s hand and strode toward his Aston Martin.
Inside the Audi, Pan Ning sighed. "You’re just as ridiculous. Why humor him?"
Su Yang chuckled. "It’s fun teasing him. He’s dumb in an almost endearing way~"
"Pfft—"
"That’s one way to put it. But his car’s no joke, and I’ve heard he’s been into racing since he was a kid. He’s probably got skills."
Su Yang grinned. "If he sucked, I wouldn’t bother. But yeah, that car’s a beast—5.2L twin-turbo, 725 horsepower, V12 engine."
Pan Ning nodded. "Right. But your 0-100 km/h times are the same—3.4 seconds."
Su Yang smirked. "On paper. Real-world performance depends on the driver. And it’s not just a straight-line drag. Qianxiang Mall’s over ten kilometers away. Traffic, turns—anything could decide the outcome."
"Buckle up. Let’s show him what my 'piece-of-crap Audi' can do."
With that, Su Yang started the car and pulled out smoothly.
Meanwhile, Chu Qiunan and the girl had also settled into his car. Seeing Su Yang move, he immediately followed.
The girl, Xiaoxiao, gripped the door handle nervously. "Nan-ge, you’re really racing him?"
"Of course! He needs to learn what a real car is."
"It feels kinda dangerous..."
Chu Qiunan flashed a confident grin. "Relax, Xiaoxiao. You know what my biggest passion is?"
"What?"
"Racing~"
"Racing?"
"Yep. I started with go-karts at ten. By fourteen, I was a regular at international tracks—not as a competitor, but my skills are pro-level. Safety’s the last thing you need to worry about."
"O-okay... Good luck. Though I kinda hope you lose..." Xiaoxiao mumbled the last part under her breath.
Chu Qiunan tilted his head. "What was that?"
"N-nothing! Go for it!"
"Heh, just hold on tight, beating him will be a piece of cake~"
Soon, Su Yang was the first to drive out of the parking lot, pulling over to the side of the road to wait.
A dozen seconds later, Chu Qiunan’s red Aston Martin followed, honking from behind to signal Su Yang to start.
Beep beep!
Su Yang glanced at the rearview mirror with a smirk, then released the brake and sped off.
After driving a short distance, the two arrived at an intersection, waiting for the traffic light.
Su Yang rolled down his window and called out to Chu Qiunan in the DBS beside him, "We go when the light turns green~"
Chu Qiunan leaned back in his seat, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, and replied with confidence, "You got it~"
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
