As soon as Su Yang entered the bedroom, Lin Xiaomo seemed to transform into a different person, slamming the door shut behind him.
Without hesitation, she shoved him against the wall, one hand braced against it while the other pressed firmly on his shoulder.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, their eyes locked, breathing in each other's scent without a word, simply gazing in silence.
In that instant, long-buried memories surged back to life in Su Yang’s mind.
He still remembered the first time they had gone to a hotel after they started dating—Lin Xiaomo had pushed him against the wall just like this.
Back then, he had been nothing more than a shy, inexperienced boy. Being pinned down so boldly by a girl had left him not just nervous but utterly flustered.
But now, things were different. He smirked, gripping Lin Xiaomo’s arms before swiftly spinning her around and reversing their positions, pressing her against the wall instead.
Lin Xiaomo blinked in surprise, then broke into a smile. "Remember our first time at the hotel?"
"I do."
"I was actually really nervous back then," Lin Xiaomo reminisced. "But you were even worse, so I had to take the lead."
She looked at Su Yang and added, "But I never expected you to be so nervous you froze up completely."
Su Yang chuckled lightly. "That won’t happen now."
"Oh? You’re not secretly taking pills, are you?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Don’t need them."
......
The night passed quickly.
By the time Su Yang woke the next morning, it was already past ten. Lin Xiaomo was still sound asleep beside him.
A faint smile touched his lips as he mentally summoned the system.
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
Just then, Lin Xiaomo stirred awake. The moment she saw Su Yang, she wrapped her arms around him.
"What’s wrong? Need a wake-up boost?"
"Let’s get back together," Lin Xiaomo murmured against his chest.
Su Yang hadn’t expected this. After a pause, he replied, "No, let’s not."
"Why? Are you still holding a grudge over what happened back then? That wasn’t even the reason I broke up with you—"
Su Yang cut her off. "No need to explain. I stopped thinking about that a long time ago."
"Then why? Is it because of the other women around you?"
"That’s not it either."
Lin Xiaomo fell silent. Ever since their reunion, she had sensed a drastic change in Su Yang—not just in his physique or his confidence, but in his entire demeanor.
He seemed more mature, more self-assured, and carried an air of indifference toward everything.
Su Yang glanced at her.
"Right now, I don’t want to be in a relationship with anyone."
"So you’re saying you want to be a player? Wait—no, you already are. Last night, you definitely did something upstairs too, didn’t you?"
Su Yang smirked. "What do you think? A man and a woman alone in a room—you wouldn’t believe nothing happened."
"You—"
"Forget it. Just go," Lin Xiaomo said, releasing him and turning away.
[Ding. Detected Lin Xiaomo’s favorability toward host has risen to 80. Reward: 2 million.]
Su Yang smiled faintly, betraying no emotion. "Alright, I do have other things to take care of today. See you."
With that, he dressed and left without another word.
Only after hearing the front door close did Lin Xiaomo finally rise from the bed and step into the living room.
The emptiness of the space struck her with an inexplicable sadness. The Su Yang from before would never have walked away so easily.
But the current Su Yang was no longer the same Su Yang from back then.
...
Su Yang arrived at the parking lot and drove off without hesitation.
He had a very clear understanding of his current role—a playboy who didn’t initiate, didn’t reject, and didn’t take responsibility.
After last night, he thought he might rekindle some feelings for Lin Xiaomo.
But now, it seemed that wasn’t the case. Lin Xiaomo and Lin Yiyi gave him the same vibe—just casual flings, with no real emotional connection.
Among all the women he knew, apart from Pan Ning and Lu Yun, he didn’t feel that pang of loss at the thought of never seeing the others again.
Just as Su Yang thought of Lu Yun, he happened to pass by the LV store where she worked.
He slowed down, pulled out his phone, and opened WeChat to check. Lu Yun still hadn’t replied to the message he sent her yesterday.
Su Yang wondered, What’s up with her? This isn’t like her. Normally, she replies quickly, but it’s already the next day and still nothing.
With that in mind, he pulled over and parked on the roadside.
He decided to step into the store and check on her.
However, parking a McLaren Senna in the bustling city center was bound to draw attention. Even though high-end cars weren’t uncommon in Haicheng, a multi-million-dollar hypercar like this was still a rare sight.
Nearby, livestreamers who specialized in filming luxury cars quickly turned their cameras toward the McLaren Senna.
This stretch of road was always busy with traffic, and luxury cars were a common sight.
Many car-focused streamers liked to set up here, broadcasting live as passing fans flashed their hazard lights in recognition.
In one male streamer’s live chat, comments were flooding in:
"Holy crap!! A McLaren Senna—only 500 of these hypercars were made worldwide!"
"Yeah, insane! Wonder which rich kid owns this one."
"Bro, you just hit the jackpot for content!"
...
Su Yang paid no attention to any of this. The moment he stepped out of the car, a female streamer holding her phone jogged up to him enthusiastically.
"Hey there, handsome!"
Su Yang looked up and saw a relatively normal-looking woman. He had expected another cringe-worthy pickup attempt.
She had her hair in twin braids, wore a fitted grayish-white T-shirt (modest in size), and a black miniskirt.
Overall, she was decent—sweet-faced but not stunning at first glance, the kind who grew on you the more you looked.
Noticing her phone pointed at him, Su Yang asked, "Hey, why are you filming me?"
"Oh! Right, I’m a car streamer, live right now. When I saw your McLaren Senna, I couldn’t resist coming over to ask if you’d let me film it?"
Su Yang chuckled. "Oh, a car streamer, huh? How many viewers do you have?"
She flashed a sweet smile. "Around two thousand."
"That’s a solid number. Are you, like, a big-name streamer? What’s your Douyin handle?"
The girl grinned. "Not sure if you’ve come across me—I’m Zilin, the Car Enthusiast. Currently at 820K followers."
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