It's not like she's going to eat you.

After finishing the conversation, Su Yang turned off his phone and placed it on the table.

At this moment, Liu Bo spoke up, "Right now, only Little Tang is planning to go in the group chat. On our side, let me count..."

Liu Bo counted on his fingers before continuing, "We have seven people here, plus Little Tang, that makes eight in total. That should be enough."

As he said this, Chu Qiunan, who was sitting nearby, pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something. However, after Liu Bo glanced at him, he swallowed his words.

Seeing this, Su Yang chuckled helplessly, "Hey, Brother Chu, just say what you want to say. Quit hesitating—are you a man or not?"

Chu Qiunan scratched his head and finally stammered out, "Uh... I heard you guys talking about going on a road trip, right?"

"No kidding, we’ve been talking about nothing else for the past half hour," Liu Bo cut in before Su Yang could respond, his tone impatient.

Chu Qiunan hesitated for a couple of seconds, rubbing his hands together. "Uh..."

"What the hell do you want to say? Spit it out already!" Liu Bo raised his voice, clearly annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Qiunan finally blurted out what he’d been holding back, "I—I mean, since we’re friends now, could you take me along this time?"

Hearing this, Liu Bo and Su Yang exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha, so you were just trying to tag along this whole time?"

Chu Qiunan nodded awkwardly.

"I don’t mind. One more or one less doesn’t make a difference. But it’s up to Brother Yang whether he wants to bring you," Liu Bo said, motioning for Chu Qiunan to appeal to Su Yang.

Chu Qiunan turned to Su Yang expectantly.

Su Yang shrugged with a smile, "If you really want to, then sure, come along."

Chu Qiunan quickly replied, "I really do! I’ve always wanted to go on a road trip, but my friends are all too lazy to join me. Going alone just feels too lonely."

"So when I heard you guys talking about it, I really wanted in."

"Alright then, you’re in," Su Yang agreed.

"Awesome, thanks! Su—"

"We’re around the same age. If you don’t mind, just call me Old Su or Brother Su."

"Got it, Old Su!"

......

The group sat in the tea lounge, chatting and sipping tea as time flew by. Before they knew it, it was already two o’clock.

By then, Meng Wenzhou and Meng Qianyu had already gone to the manor’s entrance to greet arriving guests.

Visitors began streaming in one after another.

Su Yang and the others leaned back on the sofa, watching the scene unfold.

Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, Maybachs, Range Rovers, Porsches, Ferraris, McLarens, Maseratis, and Aston Martins—luxury cars worth millions rolled through the manor gates in an endless procession.

Just then, a middle-aged man and woman strode briskly into the reception hall from the other side.

The man appeared to be in his fifties, with a slicked-back hairstyle and slightly graying temples. He wore a tailored suit and stood around 180 cm tall. Despite his age, his build was broad and imposing.

He had thick eyebrows, a square jaw, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. His forehead was wide at the front and tapered toward the back, his eyes sharp and lively. He walked with an air of authority, a faint smile playing on his lips, exuding confidence and ease.

This was none other than Meng Jianyun, the father of Meng Wenzhou and Meng Qianyu.

Beside him was his wife—Yao Huiqin, mother of Meng Wenzhou and Meng Qianyu.

Though she was 48 years old, she looked nothing like it. At first glance, she could easily pass for a well-maintained beauty in her late thirties.

She stood tall at around 170 cm, with short, wavy brown hair and delicate features. She wore a custom-made black-and-gold phoenix-patterned cheongsam, draped with a thin brown silk shawl, and walked in five-centimeter heels.

In those heels, she nearly matched Meng Jianyun’s height, radiating an undeniable presence.

Su Yang observed them and thought, The rich really do age well. And that long-cultivated aura of theirs—interesting.

Meng Jianyun and Yao Huiqin didn’t approach Su Yang’s group. Instead, they headed toward the entrance.

Liu Bo turned to Su Yang with a grin, "Brother Yang, see those two? That’s Brother Meng and Qianyu’s parents. First time meeting them, right?"

Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, first time."

"Should we go say hi?"

"What for?"

"To join in the fun?"

"No need. They’re busy greeting guests—let’s not bother them. Isn’t it better to just sit here, drink tea, and chat?"

Liu Bo chuckled. "Fair point. Let’s stay put then."

......

Half an hour later, the manor was packed with more and more guests.

Outside the reception hall, over a dozen people stood chatting amiably, while inside, the crowd bustled about.

Then, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the manor gates.

Pan Ning turned her head slightly, glancing out the window before remarking calmly, "My parents are here."

Hearing this, Su Yang stiffened and immediately followed her gaze. A flicker of nervousness stirred in his chest.

Mainly because of what Pan Ning had told him yesterday—her mother wanted to have a "good chat" with him today.

Su Yang was somewhat familiar with Pan Ning’s father, Pan Chonghai. He found the man decent—down-to-earth and approachable. But he knew nothing about her mother.

What if she’s the difficult or haughty type? He wasn’t afraid, but he naturally disliked such people. Dealing with them would just be a hassle.

Hesitantly, he probed Pan Ning, "Pan... what should I call your mom?"

"Meng Simin."

"Then I’ll call her Auntie Meng, alright?"

"Whatever."

"It’s not whatever—this is important!"

"By the way, what’s she like?"

Pan Ning thought for a moment. "Normal."

"Come on, I mean her personality and stuff."

"Why ask? It’s not like she’ll eat you."

Su Yang scratched his head. "Just trying to mentally prepare myself."

"With people she knows well, she’s pretty wild. With strangers, she’s more reserved."

"Uh... got it."

As he spoke, Su Yang turned back to the Phantom. Unlike the other guests’ cars, it didn’t park in the lot on the left.

Instead, it pulled into an empty spot on the right.

Once the engine cut off, the driver—dressed in a suit—stepped out and opened the rear door.

Pan Chonghai emerged, clad in a dark gray suit, followed by an elegant woman.

She wore a figure-hugging navy-blue silk dress, her short, wavy hair styled similarly to Yao Huiqin’s. She stood around the same height, with the same slender, graceful frame.

In terms of looks, the two women were evenly matched—both beautiful, both appearing far younger than their fifty-odd years.

No wonder they’d given birth to stunning daughters like Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu.

After stepping out, Meng Simin reached over and adjusted Pan Chonghai’s collar lightly.

Then she tilted her head with a smile, linked arms with Pan Chonghai, and the two walked toward the entrance together.