Watching Su Yang disappear at the end of the road, Gu Xiaoman felt an indescribable emotion stirring inside her.
She muttered to herself, "What exactly does this guy do? A Porsche, an Aston Martin, and now a McLaren Senna? He’s getting more and more mysterious."
With a sigh, she then smiled and walked away.
......
Su Yang, of course, had no idea what Gu Xiaoman was thinking. Right now, he was exhilarated, soaking in the joy the Senna brought him.
The road outside Shenhai Manor was fairly wide—six lanes in total, with relatively light traffic.
A gentle press of the accelerator easily pushed the speed past 150 km/h, but since this area was still within the city limits, he didn’t dare go too wild.
If he wanted to experience true top speed, he’d have to head to Haicheng International Circuit. Even on the highway, he wouldn’t recklessly push past 300 km/h.
After all, China didn’t have any unrestricted speed highways yet.
If he accidentally got caught doing over 300 km/h, losing a few points on his license would be the least of his worries.
On the road now, he overtook every car in sight, while other drivers instinctively kept their distance from the supercar.
A single scratch on this thing would cost more in repairs than most people could afford.
Su Yang reveled in the driving experience this supercar offered—completely different from the 911 Turbo S.
The Turbo S was fast too, with an official 0-100 km/h time even 0.1 seconds quicker than the Senna, but the two cars felt worlds apart behind the wheel.
The Porsche handled brilliantly, but this thing was practically a street-legal race car, far more demanding to control.
After a couple of laps around the neighborhood, Su Yang returned to the parking garage.
Once the car was parked, he stood in front of his three vehicles, admiring them with a satisfied grin.
After staring for a full two minutes, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo—the Aston Martin DBS 707 on the left, the McLaren Senna in the middle, and the 911 Turbo S on the right.
Shaking his head with a chuckle, he murmured, "Tsk tsk, I wouldn’t even have dared to dream this big before. And now, all three of these are mine."
"Not enough. It’s still not enough. I need to buy every car I love. The system might give me some, but there’s a different thrill in buying them myself."
—System?
[Here.]
—If I buy a car in real life, will you send me a duplicate?
[No. The system will also no longer provide vehicle rewards.]
—Fine. Just give me money then.
With that thought, Su Yang stepped into the elevator lobby.
Back home, he tossed his bag onto the sofa and plopped down.
"Should I post this on Moments?"
"If I share this photo, people will probably call me a show-off or say I rented them. But screw it—why should I care now? I’ll do what I want. Post it!"
He picked up his phone, opened the photo, adjusted the colors slightly, and uploaded it to WeChat Moments.
After racking his brain for a caption—even resorting to a lengthy Douyin search—he finally settled on something fitting:
"Dreams fulfilled. Onward."
He wasn’t the poetic type who could effortlessly craft elegant phrases, so this would have to do.
After blocking all relatives, including his parents, he hit send. A second later, the post went live.
For now, he couldn’t let his parents see this. His mom might not know cars, but his dad had driven professionally for years and knew a thing or two.
Posting these three cars would be too shocking—no way a single restaurant could afford them.
Speaking of restaurants, Su Yang suddenly remembered the Haicheng-based Western restaurant the system had rewarded him with back in Lucheng.
"Wait, what was it called again?"
—System, what was the name of that restaurant you gave me?
[Haicheng Yue Shiguang Western Restaurant.]
—Haicheng Yue Shiguang Western Restaurant.
Su Yang repeated it. He’d never heard of it before.
—Where exactly is it? How do I take over?
[Located at No. 103, Kangzhuang Road, Yonghe District, Haicheng. No formal handover is needed—you are already the owner.]
—But do the people there even know I’m the boss?
[Visit the restaurant at your convenience. The relevant parties will be informed.]
—That badass? Alright, I’ll go tomorrow.
—Oh, and give me that new Audemars Piguet.
[Retrieved.]
Su Yang glanced around before spotting the watch in his bag.
Picking it up, he examined it closely. To him, it didn’t look much different from the Vacheron Constantin on his wrist.
"This thing costs 3.8 million?"
"Guess it’s true—poor folks play with cars, the rich play with watches."
Kicking off his slippers, he sprawled on the sofa and scrolled through his phone.
Opening WeChat again, he immediately noticed a red "9" over the Moments icon.
"Damn, nine comments in two minutes?"
"Let’s see who’s talking."
He tapped into Moments and checked the notifications.
The first comment was from Lin Yiyi:
"Su-gege! You’re back in Haicheng? Wow, are these all your cars? 【Puppy eyes emoji】"
Su Yang blinked and laughed. "What the hell?"
He skimmed the other comments. The second was from Pan Ning:
"!!! When did you get a Senna??!?"
Grinning, he muttered, "Heh, guess she’s home. Wait—didn’t I tell her to message me when she got back? She had time to check Moments but not text me?"
He replied:
"Bought it early last year. Just arrived recently—couldn’t bear to drive it until now."
"Also, why no message when you got home?"
After sending that, he continued reading.
Zhao Mengrou: "Back already? Quit flexing your cars and tell us when you’re treating us to dinner!"
Chuckling, he replied: "Tomorrow. I’ll cook."
Next was Meng Wenzhou:
"Lao Su, you sneaky bastard—hiding a Senna?! Bring it out sometime and let’s race my Bugatti Chiron 【Smirk】"
Su Yang’s expression shifted as he laughed. "Oh, you bastard. You’ve got a Chiron and you’re commenting on my post?"
Still, he replied: "Deal. Anytime."
Zhang Ziming also chimed in:
"Yangyang!! When did you buy a Senna?? Legendary car—I couldn’t even get one!!"
Su Yang gave him the same "just arrived" response.
Further down was Yaya’s comment:
"Wow! So cool! Are all three yours?"
"Yep. Come to Haicheng sometime—I’ll take you for a spin."
The last comment was from a former male colleague, his ex-supervisor and design director at his old job.
His comment was blunt:
"Trying too hard."
Su Yang shook his head with a smirk. "And there’s always that one idiot."
He fired back: "None of your damn business!"
The last comment was from someone named Song Little Dog: "Yang, haven't seen you post on social media in ages—what’s up with you? Where’d you steal these photos from?"
This "Song Little Dog" was Su Yang’s childhood friend and the closest among his small circle of friends. However, after they started college, the two didn’t keep in touch as often. Mainly because Song Little Dog didn’t study in Haicheng but went to Hangzhou for university and stayed there for work after graduation.
Though they rarely saw each other, their bond ran deep, having grown up together. Every Lunar New Year, Song Little Dog would return to Yangcheng, and the two would meet up for drinks, catching up on life and work.
Of course, "Little Dog" wasn’t his real name—it was just Su Yang’s nickname for him. His actual name was Song Anquan, and judging by the name alone, one could tell he was a straightforward, good-natured guy.
Su Yang sighed as he read the comment. "Ah, this guy… wonder how he’s been lately."
With that, he tapped to reply: "Got it from Weibo. How about you? Found a girlfriend yet?"
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