After leaving the LV store, Su Yang took Lu Yun to a spicy Chongqing-style hotpot restaurant in the nearby commercial district.
Su Yang himself was quite fond of hotpot—it was economical, satisfying, and delicious.
Even though he had money now, he wasn’t interested in indulging in extravagant feasts every day.
Those fancy dishes were enjoyable once in a while, but eating them daily didn’t suit his taste, nor did he see the point.
No matter how rich you were, you should still eat what you liked. He thought it was downright stupid to frequent high-end restaurants just to show off.
It was peak dining hours, and the restaurant was nearly full. Busy waiters hurried back and forth with trays, creating a lively atmosphere.
Su Yang and Lu Yun waited in line for twenty minutes before finally getting a table and placing their order.
They ordered a feast: fatty beef rolls, duck blood, tripe, chicken gizzards, chicken feet, and more.
"Did we order too much?" Lu Yun glanced at the spread and immediately corrected herself.
"I’m not being stingy—I just don’t want to waste food if we can’t finish it."
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Don’t worry, we’re all about not wasting food. I have a big appetite—I’ll definitely finish it."
"As long as you can eat it all, order as much as you want," Lu Yun replied.
Soon, the red oil in the pot began to bubble, and Su Yang started adding ingredients.
"Do you usually eat Chongqing hotpot?" he asked.
"Yeah, I like it too," Lu Yun said.
"Good. I’d feel bad if you were just forcing yourself to eat it for my sake."
"I really do like it," Lu Yun said with a cute smile.
As they chatted and ate, Lu Yun’s face turned red from the spice. Su Yang had already ordered the mildest level of spiciness, knowing she couldn’t handle too much heat.
Watching her pant and stick out her tongue, Su Yang teased, "Is it really that spicy? This is just mild."
"I don’t know why I can’t handle it today. Normally, I’m fine with spicy food."
"Maybe it’s been too long since you last had it. Let me grab you a drink."
Su Yang stood up and headed toward the beverage fridge near the entrance.
But after just a few steps, he froze—someone he never expected to see was walking into the restaurant.
Their eyes met, but Su Yang pretended not to notice and continued toward the fridge.
The newcomer, however, brightened up and called out, "Su Yang? Is that you?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. ‘Damn it, I pretended not to see you. Couldn’t you just walk away instead of greeting me?’
It was Lin Xiaomo, his ex-girlfriend from college—the one who had once mocked him for being "not good enough." She was the only girl he had ever officially dated.
Beside her stood a tall, muscular man, about 6'1" (185 cm), slightly taller than Su Yang.
The man had a strong build, looked around 25, with a slicked-back undercut, a square jaw, and a bit of stubble. His face was oddly pale, as if he wore makeup.
He wore a rolled-up black T-shirt, knee-length casual shorts, and white sneakers.
His overall vibe was polished but slightly effeminate.
Lin Xiaomo, on the other hand, was dressed provocatively—a tight gray dress that hugged her curves, a white handbag, and small white sandals.
She was undeniably attractive: long hair, a delicate face, big eyes, and glossy lips. Her chest strained against the tight fabric of her dress.
Su Yang turned his back to grab a drink, but Lin Xiaomo walked up and tapped his shoulder.
"Still pretending not to know me? I’d recognize you even if you turned to ashes."
Su Yang sighed and turned around. "What do you want?"
"Can’t I just say hi? We did have a history, you know." She smirked, completely unfazed, her eyes scanning him up and down.
"When did you get so fit? And you’ve gotten handsomer too—did you get plastic surgery?"
"None of your business."
"Who’s this?" the man behind Lin Xiaomo asked, stepping forward.
"Oh, my ex-boyfriend," she said bluntly.
"Ex? The ‘not good enough’ guy?" The man crossed his arms and smirked mockingly.
"Yeah, that’s him. But he’s gotten way hotter since college."
"Doesn’t matter how hot he is. If he’s bad in bed, that’s just how it is. Can’t change genetics unless he gets surgery."
Su Yang glanced at the man, then back at Lin Xiaomo. "This your new boyfriend?"
"Still under evaluation. Not official yet."
The man didn’t react, so Su Yang grinned. "You sure he’s not gay?"
"What the hell? You’re the gay one!"
"You give off major ‘three-second man’ vibes. You’re calling me bad in bed? I bet you don’t last any longer."
Lin Xiaomo burst out laughing.
"What’s so funny? Did I hit the mark? You must’ve tested him already."
"Not yet. But if he really only lasts three seconds, I might as well get back with you."
"Dream on. I don’t have time for this. Bye." Su Yang grabbed his drink and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Lin Xiaomo called after him.
"What now?"
"Add me on WeChat. You deleted me before, so we don’t have each other’s contacts anymore."
"No way. I’m over you. Bye." Su Yang walked off without another word.
"What a pretentious ass," the man muttered.
"So… is it really three seconds?"
"Of course not! You’re really gonna believe that crap?"
Lin Xiaomo covered her mouth, giggling. "Just kidding. Let’s go—I’m starving."
......
Lin Xiaomo and the man were seated by a waiter—coincidentally, right next to Su Yang and Lu Yun’s table.
Su Yang was beyond annoyed. ‘Are you kidding me? Why the hell are they sitting here?’
Lin Xiaomo noticed Su Yang and the pretty girl across from him. ‘Oh, so he’s on a date with a cutie.’
"Hello again! What a coincidence, huh?" she said, grinning at Su Yang.
Su Yang rolled his eyes. Lu Yun, confused, asked, "Su Yang, who is this?"
"Oh, uh… my ex-girlfriend."
Lu Yun gave an awkward smile. "Oh… okay."
"Is this your girlfriend?" Lin Xiaomo asked after ordering, leaning over.
"No, just a classmate."
"Just a classmate? She’s really pretty. What a shame."
"What’s the shame?" Su Yang snapped.
"That she met you—ruining her future happiness."
"Can you just shut up?" Su Yang glared at Lin Xiaomo’s smug face.
He wanted nothing more than to prove his current "capabilities," but he couldn’t say that with Lu Yun sitting right there.
Still, he had no interest in Lin Xiaomo anymore—even if she was skilled in certain areas.
But now, many of his thoughts had undergone a tremendous shift—he wasn’t as keen on competing or proving himself as before.
However, if Lin Xiaomo still insisted on pushing him relentlessly on this topic, he wouldn’t mind making sure she couldn’t get out of bed.
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!
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】
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
