Su Yang turned to Pan Ning at this moment: "Aren't you going out to greet them?"
"They’ve been here before. No need for formalities."
Su Yang swallowed his words and didn’t press further.
Soon, Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin arrived at the entrance. Meng Jianyun and Yao Huiqin immediately stepped forward, and the four exchanged cheerful words, though their conversation remained unclear.
After a brief exchange, Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin entered the reception hall.
Su Yang took a deep breath and glanced toward the door.
Upon entering, the two first shook hands with three middle-aged individuals who approached them, exchanged a few words, and then turned their attention toward the tea lounge area.
After greeting the others, Pan Chonghai led Meng Simin toward Su Yang and the group.
Chu Qiunan, who had been sitting and playing on his phone, immediately stood up with a smile upon seeing them. "Uncle Pan, Auntie Meng, you’re here!"
"Mhm, Qiunan, how long have you been here?" Pan Chonghai asked with a chuckle.
"A while now."
"Oh? Where are your parents?"
"Haven’t seen them. They disappeared somewhere after coming in."
"Alright, let’s go sit."
"Sure thing."
Seeing them approach, Su Yang couldn’t remain seated—it would seem impolite. He stood up and stepped forward, nodding at Pan Chonghai with a smile. "Uncle Pan, good to see you again."
"Su… Su Yang!" Pan Chonghai pointed at him after a moment’s thought, grinning.
"That’s me."
"Heh, you rascal. I knew you’d be here."
"Of course. Pan Ning, Wenzhou, and I are close."
As they spoke, Meng Simin subtly observed Su Yang.
She had heard about him from Pan Chonghai before, and though this was their first meeting, her initial impression of him was favorable—at least on a surface level.
To her, Su Yang seemed like a composed young man, and another notable point was that he was exceptionally handsome.
Truth be told, it wasn’t just men—most women were the same. People often joked that men, regardless of age, always had an eye for young, pretty girls.
But women were no different. They, too, appreciated young, well-built handsome men—they were just more reserved about it, better at keeping their reactions in check.
Of course, this only applied to normal, well-adjusted individuals.
Though Meng Simin was around the same age as Su Yang’s mother, age wasn’t a defining factor. Everyone had their own personality and perspective.
Her mindset was youthful, and in her eyes, a man’s good looks were a definite plus. After all, her daughter was beautiful—it was only fitting she’d end up with someone equally attractive.
So Su Yang had already scored points with her.
Moreover, he wasn’t as timid or nervous as she had imagined before meeting him.
Instead, he carried himself with confidence and grace in their presence.
The more she saw, the more she liked him. Wealth wasn’t her primary concern—though having money and capability was a bonus.
If Pan Ning had brought home some awkward, tongue-tied guy who couldn’t string a sentence together in front of them, she would’ve outright refused.
After exchanging a few words with Pan Chonghai, Su Yang turned to Meng Simin with a polite nod. "Auntie Meng, I’m Su Yang. Pleased to meet you."
"Su Yang—yes, I’ve heard about you. Hello." Meng Simin took a step forward and extended her hand.
Su Yang reciprocated, lightly clasping her fingers with a smile.
Meanwhile, Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and the others also stood to greet Pan Chonghai and Meng Simin.
Liu Bo, having met them before, greeted them warmly.
Zhang Ziming and Ji Bo, unfamiliar with the couple, politely addressed them as "Uncle and Auntie."
Once the greetings were over, Pan Chonghai glanced at Pan Ning, who remained seated on the sofa, absorbed in her phone.
"Ahem—" He deliberately coughed into his hand.
Hearing this, Pan Ning finally looked up at them and said flatly, "Sit."
"Tch, this daughter of mine—I’ve lost all control over her," Pan Chonghai joked to Meng Simin.
Meng Simin rolled her eyes. "Our daughter just has character."
She then walked over and sat beside Pan Ning, leaning in to whisper, "Where have you been running off to lately?"
Pan Ning didn’t even look up. "Su Yang’s place."
Meng Simin: "..."
The moment those words left Pan Ning’s mouth, the entire room froze—especially Su Yang.
An unprecedented wave of awkwardness washed over him.
He lowered his head slightly, scratching his cheek as he internally groaned, ‘Good grief, why did you have to say it like that?!’
"Ahem, couldn’t you have been a little more subtle?" Meng Simin muttered, her face flushing slightly.
"What’s the big deal? I don’t lie. I say it like it is."
"Alright, alright, let’s drop it." Meng Simin waved at Pan Chonghai and the others. "Why are you all standing around? Come sit."
"Right, right." Pan Chonghai nodded, shooting a glance at Su Yang before taking a seat.
The others pretended not to have heard anything and returned to their spots.
With his seat now occupied by the older couple, Su Yang had no choice but to sit beside Liu Bo.
After a moment, Meng Simin turned to Su Yang and asked casually, "Xiao Su, how old are you this year?"
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-four—that’s a good age. What’s your zodiac?"
"Dragon."
"Oh? A Dragon—that’s an excellent sign!"
"Mhm… and your height?"
"One-eighty."
Meng Simin nodded. "Not bad. What’s your star sign?"
"Scorpio."
"Scorpio? That works."
At this point, Pan Chonghai coughed and deliberately interjected, "Xiao Su, have you been keeping up with your martial arts training?"
"I practice when I have time."
"Good, good. Your skills are impressive—don’t slack off. When you’re free—" Before he could finish, Meng Simin shot him a glare, and he promptly shut his mouth.
Meng Simin then continued her questioning. "Xiao Su, how old are your parents?"
"My dad’s 48, my mom’s 47."
"Oh? I’m 47 too—same as your mom. You should introduce us sometime."
"Sure, no problem," Su Yang replied with a smile.
Meng Simin chuckled before resuming her neutral expression. "Where are you from?"
"Yangcheng originally, but I live in Haicheng now."
"Yangcheng’s nice. I stayed there for a while before. So what do you do in Haicheng?"
"Mom, are you conducting a census here?" Pan Ning finally cut in, unable to take it anymore.
"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just chatting with your friends."
"By grilling Su Yang alone?"
"One at a time, no rush."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Beside her, Pan Chonghai struggled to suppress a laugh before turning back with a straight face. "Simin, didn’t I tell you? The hottest Western restaurant in Haicheng right now—Moonlight Bistro—is Xiao Su’s."
"Oh! Right, right. My memory’s slipping. I thought he worked at a company."
"By the way, Su Yang, besides the restaurant, do you have any other... um, businesses?"
Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yes, Auntie. I also hold some shares in Haicheng Starling Media."
Hearing this, Meng Simin nodded in approval. "That’s quite good. I’ve heard of Starling Media—it’s currently the largest media company in Haicheng, isn’t it?"
Su Yang chuckled. "I suppose so. I haven’t paid much attention to that."
"Mmm, not bad at all. Did you achieve all this without relying on your family?"
Su Yang nodded again. "It’s all from my own hard work (and enjoyment)~"
"Well, you’re quite the impressive young man, building so much of your own success at such a young age. Keep it up!"
As the two spoke, Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and Ji Bo, who were standing nearby, didn’t dare make a sound, barely holding back their laughter as they listened quietly.
Seeing Meng Simin’s satisfied expression, Chu Qiunan could only look on, torn between resignation and heartbreak.
It seemed he was completely out of the running now.
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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.
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】
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."
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!
