Too Eager to Make Progress

Yang was absolutely thrilled.

Talk about perfect timing—just when you want to sleep, the heavens send you a pillow.

No matter how many rides he took, none could compare to serving these two passengers.

A casual tip from them would be enough for him to enjoy a fancy coriander dinner tonight.

Though he couldn’t hold a candle to the ridiculously handsome guy in the backseat, this was still the easiest way for an ordinary guy like him to rub shoulders with top-tier beauties.

Eager to please, he flashed a flattering smile and said,

"Second Young Miss, next time you and your boyfriend go out, just call me—I’ll be there in a heartbeat. If I’m on shift, I’ll have a coworker cover for me. Don’t worry about my schedule, you can even call me in the middle of the night. It’d be my honor!"

Every word oozed sycophancy.

Opportunities like this were rare—you had to seize them when they came.

If his bosses knew he was the personal driver for the Second and Third Young Misses, they’d probably lighten his workload and assign him exclusively to the two young ladies.

Besides, given that both sisters were involved with the same guy, discretion was key. They’d definitely need a trustworthy driver for their secret rendezvous.

He had to volunteer himself.

Or, to put it simply—he was desperate to climb the ladder!

His little speech, however, left the two in the backseat utterly dumbfounded.

Shu He?

Boyfriend?

Shu He had a boyfriend?

But that was impossible.

Of course, the impossibility lay in the fact that Luo Shuhe would never date anyone other than Gu Luo.

Unless… had Gu Luo and Shu He already…? The thought sent a wave of panic through Luo Shuning’s heart.

She quickly turned to Gu Luo, her emotions a tangled mess, but she kept her voice gentle as she asked,

"Xiao Bao… what’s going on between you and Shu He?"

She didn’t dare spell it out too clearly.

But this driver clearly knew Shu He well, and if he could casually mention her going out with her boyfriend, it must’ve happened more than once.

"Huh?" Gu Luo was completely lost. This was his first time meeting the driver, but he understood what Luo Shuning was hinting at. He immediately waved his hands. "I don’t know anything… and I’m not dating Shu He."

Internally, his mind raced. Was this guy Shu He’s confidant? Had she privately referred to him as her boyfriend? Or had the driver just happened to see them together on a date?

But with so little information, he couldn’t piece it together.

He just prayed this wouldn’t blow up in his face.

Hearing this, the weight in Luo Shuning’s chest instantly lifted. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, squeezed Gu Luo’s hand, and smiled softly. "Mhm, I believe you, Xiao Bao."

Then, she turned back to the now-sweating driver and fired off three pointed questions:

"I’m Luo Shuhe’s older sister. May I ask which company you work for? What’s your relationship with Shu He? And who is her boyfriend?"

Beads of cold sweat dotted Yang’s forehead.

The… the Eldest Young Miss?!

Wait, why was the Eldest Young Miss going to a hotel with the Second Young Miss’s boyfriend?

And calling him "Xiao Bao"—such an intimate nickname—there was no doubt they were a couple.

From the looks of it, the Eldest Young Miss was clearly the main girlfriend… and she seemed unaware of the Second and Third Young Misses’ relationship with this guy.

A… a love square?!

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.

He’d messed up big time.

This wasn’t just stepping into a battlefield—it was stepping straight into hell.

Dude, I know you’re a total catch, but this is next-level ridiculous.

Are you seriously dating all three of the wealthy triplets?!

Damage control. He needed damage control.

Otherwise, forget opportunities—he might lose his job.

"E-Eldest Young Miss, I’m a driver for the Luo Shen Grand Hotel. You can call me Yang," he stammered, his mind in chaos, but years of experience forced him to stay composed.

"My deepest apologies, I mistook you for the Second Young Miss…"

"As for the Second Young Miss’s boyfriend… well, this gentleman was wearing a mask, so I got them mixed up."

"I’m so sorry… truly, so sorry…"

At this point, he couldn’t explain whether the Second Young Miss even had a boyfriend. His only option was to insist that her boyfriend wasn’t the guy sitting here.

Luo Shuning frowned slightly. "So Shu He really does have a boyfriend?"

"…Y-yes, he’s… about the same height as this gentleman, but a bit heavier," Yang blurted, fabricating details to make his lie more convincing.

Adding specific descriptions was a classic trick—a bare statement was too flimsy to be believable.

No way…

Luo Shuning wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or furious.

On one hand, if this was true, it meant Shu He already had a boyfriend and couldn’t compete for Gu Luo.

On the other, it meant Shu He was two-timing—a betrayal of trust and an injustice to Gu Luo.

Hearing the driver’s oddly detailed account, Gu Luo also furrowed his brows imperceptibly and said with a hint of complexity, "I don’t think that’s possible."

Yeah, right. As far as he was concerned, the odds of Luo Shuhe secretly dating someone else were lower than the world ending tomorrow.

Seeing the guy call him out, Yang’s heart skipped a beat—but then it hit him.

Of course! This was all part of his strategy.

No wonder this guy had charmed all three Luo sisters. He was playing reverse psychology—raising doubts to distance himself from suspicion.

Even in the middle of this explosive situation, he remained calm and even feigned a conflicted expression.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

What a player… no, what a legend.

"Ahem…" Yang quickly put on an innocent face and said earnestly, "Eldest Young Miss, I don’t know much. Just that the Second Young Miss’s boyfriend is on the heavier side—nowhere near as handsome as this gentleman here. So… shall I take you to the hotel now?"

"Mm, thank you," Luo Shuning nodded. This was a private family matter, after all—no need to take it out on an employee. Still, to be safe, she added,

"Let’s exchange contact information. I may need to ask you more questions later."

If Luo Shuhe really was secretly seeing someone, she’d make sure Gu Luo got justice.

Even if it worked in her favor by eliminating her sister as a rival.

But—Luo Shuning couldn’t bear the thought of Gu Luo being played.

She could accept losing to her sister fair and square… but never this.

For some reason, Gu Luo found Yang oddly familiar, as if they’d met before.

A suspicion began to form in his mind.

Squeezing Luo Shuning’s hand gently, he smiled and said, "Da Bao, don’t overthink it. Today’s supposed to be a celebration. As for Shu He… she’s a grown woman, and she’s single. Isn’t it normal for her to date?"

Seeing how relaxed and unbothered Gu Luo was, Luo Shuning finally let go of her worries.

Clearly, Gu Luo had no romantic interest in Shu He.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reacted this way.

If Gu Luo didn’t care, neither would she.

Of course, she still needed to ask him about it when they got back that evening.

First, she had to get the full picture.

But before that, she should enjoy this time alone with Gu Luo.

Having made up her mind, Luo Shuning’s gentle smile returned as she nodded softly. “You’re right, let’s not think about it for now. We should celebrate properly first.”

“Yang, you can start driving now.”

“Got it!”

As Yang started the car, he discreetly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Thank goodness he managed to smooth things over.

And damn, dude, you’ve got nerves of steel!

One car, three people—each with their own thoughts.

In the backseat, Gu Luo and Luo Shuning interlaced their fingers.

Luo Shuning leaned against Gu Luo’s shoulder, her swan-like neck slightly tilted as they rested their heads together. Occasionally, they whispered to each other, their gazes drifting to the bustling streets outside the window, the passing lights softening their profiles.

Yang’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his eyes unconsciously flicking to the rearview mirror.

Every time he glanced back, he caught glimpses of their intimate exchanges, and he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly—this was a whole different world.

This guy was a true master, playing the game effortlessly, completely winning over the three Luo sisters.

The craziest part? The second and third sisters were clearly willing to share him, even keeping it a secret from the eldest sister.

Incredible.

Absolutely incredible.

Rich people really knew how to live.

Even sisters had their own schemes.

As the car slowed to a stop at a red light, Yang’s thoughts had already wandered far away.

He was already planning how, after safely dropping them off, he’d immediately report everything that had happened to the second and third sisters—and profusely apologize.

Two was greater than one—simple math.

Even with all the complicated emotions involved, the alliance between the second and third sisters naturally carried more weight than the eldest sister going it alone.

About ten minutes later, the car pulled up smoothly at the entrance of the Luo Shen Grand Hotel.

Yang, ever the perceptive one, unbuckled his seatbelt the moment the car stopped, swiftly stepping out to open the door for them with the utmost respect.

Though he leaned more toward the second and third sisters, he still had to maintain the highest level of courtesy toward the eldest sister in public.

Never miss even the slightest chance to climb higher.

“Thank you,” Luo Shuning and Gu Luo said in unison.

“Miss Luo, Mr. Gu, I’ll take my leave now. Feel free to call if you need anything.” Though Yang was tempted to follow them inside so his coworkers would see his connection to the eldest sister, he knew better than to overstep.

“Mm, about this matter… never mind. You can go.” Luo Shuning had been about to tell him not to mention this to Luo Shuhe, but then she remembered—he was Shuhe’s man. Of course he’d report back.

Yang quickly agreed, got back in the car, and sped off.

He pulled over at a corner down the street, immediately pulling out his phone to start drafting messages to the two young misses.

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