Alright, fine

Oh, what a pleasant surprise! Just singing a song actually maxed out her affection for him.

Soon, the beautiful song came to an end, and Zhong Qing, who was dancing in front, stopped as well.

The entire living room fell silent for two seconds. After those two seconds, everyone suddenly snapped back to reality and began clapping and cheering. The living room instantly erupted in a wave of enthusiastic applause.

Clap, clap, clap!!

"Perfect!! Absolutely perfect!!" Tang Ziyun clapped her hands while shaking her head in amazement.

"The singing was beautiful, the dancing was graceful, and the coordination was just flawless!"

"Old Su, I didn't expect you to be so awesome at singing foreign language songs! It sounded exactly like the original singer, maybe even better!" Meng Wenzhou stood up and praised Su Yang.

"Yeah, especially at the very beginning, I thought the original vocal track was still on."

"So amazing. And Xiao Qing danced beautifully too, so pleasing to the eye. This hidden program tonight was simply incredible."

Zhong Qing looked at everyone, smiled, and thanked them before returning to sit beside Su Yang.

"Not bad at all. It's my first time seeing you dance live. Impressive!" Su Yang nodded in praise.

Zhong Qing picked up her water from the table, took a sip, and said with a beaming smile, "It's mainly because you sang so well; otherwise, I wouldn't have felt the rhythm while dancing."

"It's mainly because you danced so well; otherwise, my singing would have lacked that special something."

Listening to their mutual flattery, Shen Yixue rolled her eyes. "I say, you two, that's about enough. Can you stop buttering each other up? You were both great, alright?"

"Haha, we're just joking around." Su Yang chuckled and turned back to Zhong Qing. "This reward of yours is pretty good!"

"As long as you like it. Then how about you sing another one? I still want to listen."

"Sure." Su Yang agreed, getting up and walking over to the karaoke machine to select another extremely difficult English song.

When he finished singing, everyone's jaws dropped once again. After that song, most people were reluctant to sing anymore; whoever went after him would just be embarrassing themselves.

Fortunately, Tang Ziyun was there. Her singing skills were also top-notch. The music didn't stop, and everyone continued to party.

Happy times are always short-lived. Before they knew it, it was already 3:00 AM.

Although everyone was still quite hyped, considering that tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival and everyone surely had plans, Su Yang stood up and said, "Handsome guys and beautiful ladies, it's three o'clock. We should probably get some rest."

"Sounds good, it's indeed quite late. We have things to do tomorrow, it's time to sleep."

"Alright then, let me think. There are five rooms upstairs. You girls go sleep in the rooms, but you might have to squeeze in a bit."

"Squeezing in doesn't matter, but if we sleep in the rooms, where will you guys sleep?" Tang Ziyun looked at Su Yang and asked.

Su Yang pointed to the sofas. "We can just make pallets on the living room floor, and three can sleep on the sofas. You don't need to worry about that. Hurry up, go wash up and sleep."

"But you're the host. We feel a bit bad letting you sleep on the sofa," Xu Zilin said.

"Oh, come on, what's there to feel bad about? With our relationship, there's no need for that. You girls hurry upstairs and rest. Qianyu, Yixue, take the beauties upstairs. There are five beds, figure out how you want to arrange yourselves."

"Okay, leave it to me." Shen Yixue stood up and looked at the girls. "Let's go, let's go. It's getting late, let's go upstairs and rest."

"Let's clean these things up a bit before going up," Li Muhan said, pointing to the messy table.

"Don't worry about it, you guys. Just go upstairs and rest."

"Yeah, beauties, don't you worry about a thing. Just leave it to us!" Liu Bo laughed, tilting his head back.

Shen Yixue pulled Li Muhan away. "Oh, just leave it be, let them handle it. Let's go!"

After they left, Su Yang walked over to Pan Ning and said, "Pan Pan, you can sleep in our room with Qianyu and Yixue later."

Pan Ning nodded. "Mhm, okay. Then come upstairs with me to carry down some mattresses and blankets. You guys will still need something to cover up with tonight."

"Alright." Su Yang agreed, turning his head to look at Song Anquan and Liu Bo. "Anquan, Fatty, and Xiao Ji, you three tidy up the living room first. I'll go upstairs to get the blankets."

"Go ahead, we'll help clean up too," Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming said.

"Got it."

After saying that, Su Yang turned around and went upstairs with Pan Ning.

He went to the master bedroom, found a few unused mattresses and blankets, and brought them back down to the first-floor living room.

By this time, the guys had already swiftly cleaned the living room and even mopped the floor. Liu Bo had moved the coffee table against the wall.

Seeing this, Su Yang smiled. "You guys are really fast. Not bad, not bad. Later, three can sleep on the floor and three on the sofas."

"No problem. But honestly, I haven't slept on the floor in years. I want to sleep on the floor tonight," Liu Bo laughed.

"Alright, no one's fighting you for it," Meng Wenzhou said with a laugh, sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

"You guys go wash up, I'll lay out the mattresses," Su Yang called out to them.

"OK." They agreed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After finishing up, Liu Bo, Song Anquan, and Ji Bo requested to sleep on the floor pallets, while Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and Zhang Ziming slept on the sofas.

They turned off the lights and chatted for another half an hour before gradually falling asleep.

......

The next morning at 9:00 AM, everyone woke up one after another.

Because today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone had to go home. After eating a simple breakfast, Meng Wenzhou and the others drove off around 10:30 AM.

In the end, only Su Yang, Pan Ning, Meng Qianyu, and Shen Yixue, the four veterans, were left.

The place, which had been incredibly lively yesterday, suddenly fell quiet. The four of them sat on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting until 12:00 PM, when the three girls also prepared to head out.

Pan Ning looked at Su Yang and said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we have to go home for dinner too. If you don't have anything going on, come back and eat with me."

"I'll pass. I just called my parents, and they're probably already on their way to Haicheng. I'll be going home for dinner later too."

"Alright then, let's leave together."

"Sure thing, I'll see you off. But what about the motorcycle? Should we just leave it here for now?"

"No need, you silly. I'll ride the motorcycle and take Qianyu. You ride your own, and then have Yixue drive your car to the villa. Anyway, her house isn't that far from your place."

"Oh, right, haha. How did I not think of that?" Su Yang patted his head and laughed.

"Dummy."

"Oh right, there's one more thing. Black Dragon." Su Yang suddenly remembered the little dog they had picked up the night before last.

Shen Yixue smiled. "I'll take him."

"Are you going to take him back and raise him?"

"Mhm, I just love cute cats and dogs."

"Alright then, I'll leave him to you. Go get the dog and we'll head out. It's getting late," Su Yang said, looking at Shen Yixue.

"Okay, wait for me a sec," Shen Yixue said, running upstairs.

A few minutes later, she came down holding the puppy. The group grabbed their belongings and walked out to the courtyard. Pan Ning pulled Meng Qianyu onto the motorcycle, waved goodbye to Su Yang and Shen Yixue, and rode off first.

Su Yang handed the Cullinan car keys to Shen Yixue, and then he hopped onto his own Ducati V4S. An SUV and a motorcycle drove out of the Tomato House, one after the other.

Over thirty minutes later, the two returned to Villa 06 in Jingyu Terrace together.

Just as they parked the vehicles, Su Yang's phone rang.

"Yixue, wait a moment, I need to take this call."

"OK, go ahead," Shen Yixue agreed, holding her little dog on a leash, though her eyes remained fixed on the supercars parked in the courtyard.

Su Yang answered the phone with a smile, "Hey, Mom."

"Hey, Yangyang, your dad and I have just passed the Haicheng toll station."

"Great, just drive over following the address I gave you."

"Okay. By the way, is Pan Pan there? Is she spending the Mid-Autumn Festival with you today?"

"No, she went home. After all, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, so she definitely went back to spend it with her own family."

"Alright then. I was thinking if she was there, I'd ask what she wanted to eat so we could buy it on our way."

"No need, no need, just come over first."

"Alright, see you soon."

Hanging up the phone, Su Yang turned to Shen Yixue and smiled, "My parents."

"Oh, I see."

"Do you want to come in and sit for a bit? I think this is your first time here, right?"

Shen Yixue tilted her head to look at the villa in front of her and smiled, nodding. "Yeah, it is my first time. Are all these your cars?" she asked, pointing at the supercars parked not far away.

Su Yang nodded. "Of course. Why else would they be parked in my yard?"

"Wow, that's awesome. Is this a Bugatti Tourbillon?"

"Yes, it is."

"And this one is the latest Ferrari F80?"

"Right," Su Yang smiled.

"Holy cow! I knew you were rich, but I didn't expect you to be this rich!"

Su Yang scratched his cheek and said, "They're just cars. Anyway, are you in a hurry to get home right now?"

"Not really, I don't have anything going on at home anyway."

"Then come inside and hang out for a bit."

"Sure." Shen Yixue didn't stand on ceremony and followed Su Yang into the villa.

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