The two strolled leisurely through the fresh produce section of the supermarket.
Su Yang glanced at Zhao Mengrou with a smile and asked, "Why don’t you ask Xiaoman what she wants for dinner—home-cooked dishes or hotpot?"
"Sure," Zhao Mengrou replied, pulling out her phone to send Gu Xiaoman a message.
A moment later, she turned to Su Yang and said, "She says either is fine."
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "You girls always say ‘either is fine’ or ‘whatever.’ Alright, let’s go with home-cooked dishes then. I’ll show off my cooking skills."
"Sounds good."
They picked up plenty of vegetables and meat, and half an hour later, Zhao Mengrou’s phone rang.
"Hey, Xiaoman, are you here?"
"Yeah, I’m at the supermarket entrance. Should I come in?"
"Come on in. Su Yang’s car is in the parking lot, so you might as well join us now so you don’t get lost."
"Got it. Where are you guys?"
"Fresh produce section."
"Okay."
A few minutes later, Su Yang spotted Gu Xiaoman walking toward them.
She was wearing a semi-transparent fitted blouse with a black bralette underneath, paired with a white denim bodycon skirt and black boots. An orange Hermès handbag dangled from her arm.
Su Yang’s eyes lit up. These two sisters are trying to kill me today—each one more stunning than the last.
He grinned and waved at Gu Xiaoman.
"Over here!"
Spotting them, Gu Xiaoman quickened her pace. She looked Su Yang up and down with an amused smile.
"You’ve gotten even more handsome in just a few days."
Su Yang smirked. "What kind of compliment is that? I’m always handsome. Besides, didn’t we just see each other yesterday?"
"Yeah, but I didn’t get a good look at you in the car."
"Well, you look gorgeous today too," Su Yang said sincerely.
Zhao Mengrou stepped in, rolling her eyes. "Can you two stop with the mutual admiration? Are we done shopping? If so, let’s go."
Su Yang checked the cart and nodded. "We’ve got enough. Let’s head out."
After paying at the checkout, the three pushed the cart to the parking lot.
Su Yang pressed the key fob, and the headlights of the Maybach ahead illuminated them like a meteor shower.
Gu Xiaoman’s eyes widened. "Wait, this is your car too?"
"Yep. What do you think? Pretty impressive, huh?"
She hurried over, running a hand over the hood in exaggerated awe. "Damn, this is insane. How many cars do you even own? Is this a Maybach?"
"Yep. S680."
"Wow. I’m seriously jealous. Just marry me already—I don’t want to work anymore," Gu Xiaoman joked, turning to Su Yang.
Su Yang grinned. "Sure, if you’re willing."
"Absolutely! In fact, why don’t you take both me and Mengrou? Consider it a bargain."
At that, Zhao Mengrou’s cheeks flushed slightly, while Su Yang blinked in surprise before laughing. "If we were in ancient times, I’d definitely recruit both of you into my harem."
Zhao Mengrou swatted his arm playfully. "In your dreams."
Still laughing, they loaded the groceries into the trunk and got into the car. This time, Zhao Mengrou didn’t take the front seat, joining Gu Xiaoman in the back instead.
"Okay, no exaggeration—this car is ridiculously comfortable. So much space, and the interior is pure luxury," Gu Xiaoman marveled, looking around.
Su Yang chuckled. "It’s great for comfort, but it’s probably not the easiest for women to drive. The wheelbase is way too long."
"True. I’d prefer something smaller if I were driving myself."
"Though it does have rear-wheel steering, so you’d get used to it eventually."
Gu Xiaoman snorted. "Yeah, right. A working-class girl like me could never afford this. Just riding in it is a privilege."
Su Yang smiled but didn’t respond, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
About twenty minutes later, they arrived at the underground garage of Seaview Manor.
As they stepped out, Gu Xiaoman’s gaze lingered on the four luxury cars parked in Su Yang’s spots. She shook her head in disbelief.
"Your life is literally my dream."
Su Yang shrugged. "This is nothing compared to actual billionaires."
"To me, you are a billionaire."
"Hardly. I’ve barely crossed the threshold."
She sighed dramatically. "Alright, let’s go. If I stare any longer, I might actually propose."
Su Yang laughed. "Do you like the car or the person driving it?"
"Obviously you—the car’s just a bonus. If we got married, I’d just happen to drive it sometimes. No harm in that, right?" she teased.
Su Yang could only stare, speechless.
Zhao Mengrou tugged Gu Xiaoman away in mock disgust. "Enough already. Let’s go upstairs—you two talk too much."
......
Two minutes later, they reached Su Yang’s front door.
Click.
He unlocked it, and they stepped inside.
"Make yourselves at home," he said, handing them slippers. "Grab whatever you want from the fridge—no need to be polite."
Gu Xiaoman headed straight for the built-in double-door fridge by the kitchen. "Oh, don’t worry. I won’t be polite."
She pulled out two imported bottles of water and plopped onto the sofa.
Su Yang checked the time—just past three. Too early to start cooking.
He walked behind the kitchen island. "Want coffee?"
"Sure!"
"Americano or latte?"
"Americano."
"Iced?"
"Duh. Hot Americano is basically bitter medicine."
Su Yang smirked but didn’t argue. As long as they wanted it cold, he was fine.
A few minutes later, he brought three cups to the coffee table.
He glanced at the two women. "Hey, scoot apart a little."
Zhao Mengrou looked up, confused. "Why?"
"Because the middle seat is mine," he said, squeezing between them before they could react.
"Ugh, you’re so annoying. There’s plenty of space—why cram in with us?" Zhao Mengrou grumbled, shifting aside.
Su Yang grinned. "I like the center stage."
Gu Xiaoman rolled her eyes. "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."
"Just try the coffee," he said, nudging the cups toward them.
They lounged on the sofa, sipping coffee and chatting.
Despite their complaints, neither Gu Xiaoman nor Zhao Mengrou moved too far from Su Yang. At one point, the conversation turned risqué, and the three burst into laughter, their shoulders brushing occasionally—leaving the two women blushing.
By five o’clock, Su Yang stood up.
"Time to cook. You two relax—I’ll handle dinner."
"Need any help?" Zhao Mengrou asked.
"Can you two even cook?"
"Uh… we can eat."
Su Yang sighed in amusement. "Yeah, I’ll do it myself."
An hour later, his voice rang out from the kitchen.
"Ladies! Dinner’s ready—come and get it!"
"Coming, coming!"
The two responded and got up to help carry the dishes from the kitchen.
Soon, the dining table was filled with an array of delicious food.
Garlic spare ribs, fish-flavored shredded pork, braised pork with potatoes, steamed fish head with chopped chili, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, century egg salad, and a seafood soup.
Looking at the seven dishes and one soup, Gu Xiaoman swallowed hard. "You’re such a hidden gem. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never believe you made all this."
Su Yang grinned. "Not only can I cook, but it tastes amazing too. Sit down—what would you like to drink?"
"I wasn’t planning to drink today, but for a feast like this, I’ll make an exception."
"Thanks for the honor, sis. What’ll it be? We’ve got red, white, or beer."
"Red wine, then."
"Got it. I’ll grab a bottle."
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