Su Yang stood up and tossed his cigarette into an ashtray on the table in the small garden. Then, he went inside the house and casually prepared two steaks and a large piece of salmon to eat.
After finishing his meal, he made himself a cup of coffee.
An hour later, at ten-thirty.
Pan Ning's phone call came in.
Su Yang answered, "Hello~"
"I'm at your door."
"That fast? Your speed is pretty good! I'll be right out."
Even though he could open the courtyard gate from inside the house, he still wanted to personally go out to greet Pan Ning.
He vaulted off the sofa and quickly ran outside the courtyard gate. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Pan Ning standing by a flowerbed, looking down at her phone.
Her outfit today had a great vibe, looking a bit like the recently popular Trunks style.
She wore a blue-and-white Givenchy cropped jacket over a black tube top.
Her flat, fair stomach was exposed, and for her lower half, she wore a pair of dark gray skinny jeans paired with black leather boots.
This outfit, combined with her short hair, made her look incredibly cool and dashing.
Su Yang stared blankly for a moment. Two seconds later, he walked up and waved, "Pan Pan~"
Hearing his call, Pan Ning looked up and walked over. "Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate, just threw something together."
"Then let's go. Weren't you going to buy some things?"
"What's the rush? It's not even eleven yet. By the way, your outfit today is really nice~"
As she got closer, Su Yang looked Pan Ning up and down.
Pan Ning rolled her eyes at him. "Stop staring. Go inside and make me a cup of coffee. I happen to be thirsty."
"Alright, please come in, beauty~" Su Yang stepped aside and extended a hand with a smile.
Pan Ning walked briskly into the villa.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw the eye-catching Bugatti Tourbillon.
"You actually bought it?"
Su Yang smiled, following behind her. "Hehe, what do you think? Beautiful, right~"
Looking very interested, Pan Ning walked up to the car and reached out to touch it. "It really is nice."
"Compared to the F80 next to it, which one do you think looks better? Or rather, which one suits your taste more?"
Pan Ning compared the two and eventually looked toward the F80. "This one."
"Oh ho, I thought you would choose the Bugatti~"
"These two cars each have their own style, but in comparison, I still prefer the Ferrari a bit more."
"Alright then, let's go inside first."
Chatting, the two entered the living room. Su Yang went behind the coffee machine to make coffee, while Pan Ning didn't bother watching and walked straight to the sofa to sit down.
As Su Yang operated the machine, he thought about how to bring Pan Ning down to the garage later.
'Should I just make up a random excuse saying I got another car, and then ask her to go admire it with me?'
'Yeah, I'll do that. Keeping it natural is the only way she won't suspect it's the McLaren.'
Having made up his mind, he quickly finished making two iced Americanos and went over to sit beside Pan Ning.
"Here~"
Pan Ning took the coffee and took a sip. "We'll leave as soon as we finish drinking~"
"Okay."
"Oh, right, I bought another new car~"
"What car?" Pan Ning turned her head and asked.
"A Koenigsegg Jesko."
"Can you even drive them all? Buying so many."
"Even if I can't drive them all, just looking at them makes me happy~" Su Yang grinned.
"I don't get it. Even though I like cars too, I feel like around three is enough. How many cars do you have in total now?"
Su Yang looked up, thought for a moment, and said, "Eight or nine?"
"Even if you drove one a day, you wouldn't be able to give them all attention in a week."
"Hehe, I just love these things~ Want to go take a look?"
"It arrived?" Pan Ning asked in surprise.
"Yeah, it arrived. I wouldn't mention it if it hadn't."
"Your car-buying efficiency is terrifyingly high, and they're all limited edition models too."
"Of course. Let's go take a look."
"Where?"
"In the garage, downstairs."
"Alright then~" The two of them stood up and headed toward the basement garage.
After going down the stairs to the basement and passing through the home theater, they entered the garage.
Seeing a sports car covered by a black car cover, Pan Ning frowned slightly.
She took a sip from the straw of her coffee cup and stopped in her tracks.
Seeing this, Su Yang asked, "What's wrong?"
"The shape of this car doesn't look like a Jesko."
Hearing this, Su Yang bit his lip and thought to himself: 'Did she figure it out?'
"It is a Jesko. If you don't believe me, go pull the cover off and see."
Pan Ning turned to look at Su Yang. "If I'm not guessing wrong, this car is a McLaren, isn't it~"
Su Yang instantly shuddered. He forced a defense: "No, didn't I park the McLaren Senna in the courtyard?"
"I never said it was the Senna. You were trying to give me a surprise, weren't you? You didn't expect me to see through it at a glance. This is obviously a W1."
"Ah, damn it! Boring, no fun at all, zero surprise." Su Yang howled at the ceiling, then helplessly walked over to the car and yanked the cover off, revealing a yellow and black McLaren W1.
Pan Ning shook her head, smiled, and followed him. "Idiot, when have you ever used a car cover for your own cars? Plus, parking it alone in the garage. You don't even know how to set up a surprise, idiot."
Being called an idiot twice in a row by Pan Ning made Su Yang feel a bit depressed.
He pointed at the car. "Here, the gift I promised you~ You'll be driving this car later."
Pan Ning looked at the brand-new W1, tilted her head, and smiled. "Actually, when I saw your Bugatti Tourbillon, I guessed that this car must have arrived too."
Su Yang looked at the ceiling and sighed. "You're too smart, it makes me look really dumb."
"You're not dumb, you're an idiot." Pan Ning walked up to Su Yang, looked up at him, and added, "But I just happen to like this idiot."
Hearing this, Su Yang lowered his head and met Pan Ning's eyes. "If I get old and develop Alzheimer's in the future, would you despise me?"
"I'll like you no matter what you become."
Su Yang leaned down and kissed Pan Ning. "Alright, with those words, I'm satisfied. I'm clinging to you for the rest of my life."
"Idiot~"
After being lovey-dovey for a moment, Su Yang pulled the car door open and said, "Get in and try it."
"Okay." Pan Ning sat inside, started the car, and then switched the driving mode.
Vroom!!
Instantly, a furious roar exploded within the garage.
Pan Ning couldn't help but nod. The natural fondness revealed in her eyes was something unseen when she looked at the previous two cars.
"It seems you really like this car."
Pan Ning tilted her head and said, "Out of all the cars I've ever seen, this is my absolute favorite, bar none."
"As long as you like it. That makes giving it to you a happy thing for me too~"
"You're really giving it to me?" Pan Ning intentionally asked with a smile.
"It's under your name. Why don't you check the documents in the bag on the passenger seat?"
Pan Ning turned her head and glanced over, indeed seeing a white bag on the passenger seat.
"I won't look. Yours and mine are the same."
She said, pulling the car door shut. "I'll drive it into the courtyard first."
"Okay." Su Yang opened the garage doors, and Pan Ning drove the car up.
A few minutes later, the two of them drove the McLaren W1 toward the SOP Mall.
Along the way, it attracted many pedestrians who gathered around to take photos.
However, Pan Ning's driving wasn't like Su Yang's; she didn't occasionally look at the pedestrians' reactions.
She was already used to it. Soon, she drove to the underground parking garage of the shopping mall.
The two of them got out of the car and took the elevator down to the supermarket on the first basement level. Inside, Su Yang bought two boxes of Taiping Houkui tea and two boxes of Da Hong Pao tea. Originally, he had wanted to pick up a case of Moutai liquor as well.
However, the supermarket only had the standard Moutai and the zodiac editions, so he decided against it. It just so happened that he had a case of 30-year vintage Moutai at home that he bought a while ago. He would bring that case of liquor along with these four boxes of tea tomorrow as a gift for his future father-in-law.
After buying the tea, Su Yang also bought a case of expensive red wine before finally leaving the supermarket.
After putting the items in the car, the two of them went to the first floor of the mall to shop for jewelry.
Su Yang bought a little something from several top-tier jewelry stores like Harry Winston, Van Cleef & Arpels, and Bvlgari, spending a total of 1.288 million yuan.
Since they were already there, he naturally had to buy something for Pan Ning as well.
Although Pan Ning wasn't particularly interested in these things, Su Yang still picked out seven or eight items for her, such as necklaces, rings, and earrings, spending over 800,000 yuan more.
Once all the shopping was done, the two drove back to the villa.
At 1:00 PM, having finished lunch, the two of them curled up on the sofa and played on their phones.
At 2:30 PM, Meng Wenzhou called.
"Hello, Old Meng," Su Yang answered.
"Are you at home?"
"Yes, I am."
"Great. I just drove to the hotel, and now Fatty and I are coming over to find you."
"Alright. Isn't Qianyu with you guys?"
"Oh right, she's here too."
"Okay, come on over then."
"Where's Pan Pan?" Meng Wenzhou asked.
"She's here with me."
"I knew it. See you in a bit, we're taking a cab over now."
"OK~"
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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