Other Cars Are Allowed, But Not This One

After exiting the store, the trio headed toward the hotel parking lot across the street.

Meng Qianyu clung to Su Yang's arm like a lovestruck bird, giggling as she asked, "Su Yang, what are we eating later?"

Su Yang smiled. "What would you like?"

"I'm fine with anything, as long as you're the one cooking."

Hearing this, Pan Ning rolled her eyes.

Su Yang chuckled. "Qianyu, why is food all you think about these days?"

"Because your cooking is just that good! I wasn’t even that into food before, but ever since I tasted your dishes, I’ve been obsessed. Every mealtime, I just crave more~"

"Sometimes I wonder if you’re secretly drugging the food~"

Su Yang pressed his thumb against his middle finger, exhaled on it, and flicked Meng Qianyu’s smooth, fair forehead.

"Ow! Su Yang, why’d you flick me?"

"If I drugged the food, everyone who’s eaten my cooking would’ve dropped dead by now."

"Heh, I was just joking~"

Soon, the three of them arrived at the underground parking lot across the street, chatting and laughing along the way.

Su Yang led them to his car, opened the back door, and lowered his voice playfully. "Your chariot awaits, my princesses~"

Pan Ning shot him a glare, walked around to the passenger side, and got in without a word.

Meng Qianyu, however, beamed and slid into the back seat.

"Fine, don’t sit with me then. No need to glare~"

Su Yang shook his head with a laugh and quickly got into the driver’s seat.

He started the car and swiftly pulled out of the parking lot onto the road.

A few minutes later, as traffic led them toward an intersection, Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning. Before he could speak, she nodded, signaling him to take the left lane.

With a smirk, he seized the opportunity to merge into the left-turn lane.

Meng Qianyu blinked in confusion. "Huh? Su Yang, shouldn’t we go straight to your place? Why are you turning left?"

Su Yang grinned. "We’re stopping by my other home first."

"You have another home?"

"Yeah, didn’t I mention it before?"

Meng Qianyu tilted her head, thinking. "I don’t think so. I’d remember something like that."

"Anyway, we’re heading there first. Later, you and your sister can each drive one of my cars back to the villa."

"What do you mean?"

Su Yang patiently explained, "I just moved into the new place a few days ago, and most of my cars are still at the old one. I’ll be staying at the new place most of the time now."

"So..."

Before he could finish, Meng Qianyu cut in, "So you want us to help you move two cars to the villa, right?"

"Bingo~"

"No problem! I’m an excellent driver~"

"Really? Do you even own a car?" Su Yang glanced at her through the rearview mirror, amused.

Meng Qianyu nodded. "Who doesn’t have a couple of cars these days? Of course I do. But honestly, I rarely drive—I prefer bumming rides off others. Hehe~"

"Lazy much."

Hearing this, Pan Ning turned her head and said flatly, "What do you mean, 'much'?"

"Uh… nothing. Just a figure of speech."

"Sounded like a pointed remark to me."

"Not at all! I didn’t mean it that way."

Pan Ning gave him a sidelong glance before turning back to the window without another word.

After crawling through rush-hour traffic for nearly an hour, they finally arrived at Senhai Manor.

Su Yang slumped against the seat, drained from the gridlock, his right hand on the wheel and his left arm resting on the window ledge.

"Ugh, this traffic’s gonna be the death of me."

It was already 7:10 PM when he pulled into the underground garage of Senhai Manor and parked near his assigned spots.

He currently owned six parking spaces—four purchased when he bought the property and two gifted by the system.

But with seven cars, one always had to be parked in a temporary spot.

Still, after moving three today, there’d be plenty of space.

He parked in an empty spot near his designated ones, turned off the engine, and stepped out.

The two girls followed suit.

The moment Meng Qianyu got out, she scanned the area and called out, "Su Yang, where are your cars? I remember you had a 911 and an Aston Martin, right?"

Su Yang grinned. "Traded the Martin."

"Oh."

"Over here." He led them to his parking spaces.

As soon as they approached, Pan Ning’s eyes locked onto the striking red Ferrari F80. She frowned slightly, then walked closer to inspect it.

"Please don’t tell me this is yours too."

Su Yang spread his hands. "Whose else would it be?"

"This car has a limited release of three in the entire country. And if I’m not mistaken, yours is the first one in China right now."

Su Yang nodded. "Yep."

Pan Ning stared at the car for a few seconds before declaring, "If it’s yours, then I’m commandeering it."

"Comman—commandeering??"

"What? Don’t want to?"

"Not that. I’m just surprised you’d say that. If you like it, take it. I’ll even give it to you. What’s mine is yours, right? Hehe~"

Pan Ning smirked and rolled her eyes at him.

"Just kidding. But I do really like this car."

"Then drive it. I’ve got two keys—I’ll give you one later."

Listening to their exchange, Meng Qianyu sidled up to Su Yang with a grin. "Su Yang, what if it were me? Would you give it to me?"

"You??"

Su Yang turned to her and deliberately shook his head. "Nope."

"Why not?!" Meng Qianyu stomped her foot, pouting.

Su Yang blinked mischievously. "You can drive any of the others. Just not this one."

"You—ugh, fine! Su Yang, have you and my sister already gotten together?"

"Guess? Heh."

Meng Qianyu was sharp—even though Su Yang and Pan Ning hadn’t made anything public, she’d long since picked up on it. Yet, for some reason, she didn’t want to acknowledge it.

Seeing her reaction, Pan Ning stepped in. "Stop teasing her."

"Alright, alright. Just kidding, Qianyu. Of course I’d let you drive it. Go ahead."

"But you only have two keys. One for you, one for my sister..."

"You can have mine if you want, okay?"

"Now that’s more like it~"

Su Yang shook his head. "Let’s go upstairs first."

Soon, the three took the elevator to the 8th floor. Su Yang unlocked the door and gestured grandly. "After you, ladies."

[Ding—Host’s mood detected as joyful, thoroughly enjoying the moment. Reward: 2 million.]

Once inside, Meng Qianyu dashed around like an untamed colt, peeking into every bedroom, the kitchen, even the bathroom—hardly the behavior of a refined heiress.

"What are you running around for?"

"Brother Su Yang, your apartment is really beautiful too. It feels so cozy, much more comfortable than the villa~"

"Really?"

"Absolutely, I love it here~"

"Then you can stay here."

"The three of us could live here together, but not just me alone."

Su Yang smiled and didn’t press further. He walked to the fridge, opened it, and handed two bottles of water to the others.

"Here, have some water, grab the car keys, and let’s go. We still need to cook when we get there."

"Okay~"

Su Yang headed to the entrance and glanced at the seven car keys in the box, thinking to himself, ‘Which three should we take?’

"What’s on your mind?" Pan Ning walked over and asked.

"I’m trying to decide which three cars to drive."

"Well, I’m definitely taking your F80 later. It’s been a while since a car made me this eager to drive."

"Fine, the F80 is one. Then we’ll need a car that can carry people—let’s take the Cullinan."

Just then, Meng Qianyu rushed over and looked at the keys. "Then I want the 911."

"Alright, these three it is. Let’s go."

The three grabbed their keys and stepped out.

Soon, under the night sky on the streets of downtown Haicheng, the F80 led the way, followed by the Cullinan in the middle, with the 911 Turbo S trailing behind.

The appearance of the three cars instantly caused a stir.

The Cullinan and the Turbo S were impressive, but it was the F80 that made passersby and other drivers whip out their phones to snap photos.

The car’s rarity was simply unmatched. Whether it was aesthetically pleasing or not was subjective—tastes vary. But the main reason it drew endless photos was simple: it was the only one of its kind in all of China.

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