Sister Yang Hopes to Shake Hands with Su Bai

There was no real need to psych herself up.

As a former outstanding employee of a 4S dealership, Zhou Jialu had been to many auto shows before—though always as staff. Her main task had been negotiating with potential buyers, wearing down her vocal cords in the process. Exhausting work.

This time, however, she was accompanying Su Bai to browse and buy cars—likely luxury vehicles most people could never afford in their lifetime. Naturally, her mood was entirely different, with nothing to fear.

That said, Su Bai choosing to take her alone to the auto show touched Zhou Jialu deeply. It proved how much he valued her.

With this in mind, she redoubled her efforts massaging Su Bai’s shoulders.

She didn’t neglect the areas below either—back when she took professional training courses, the instructor had brought a human anatomical model to systematically teach full-body massage techniques.

Almost immediately, Su Bai let out a satisfied groan.

"Not bad, senior. Seems like you’ve got a real talent for this."

"That exaggerated? You’re not just humoring me, are you…?"

"Seriously, they say some people have naturally soft hands but surprising strength—born to give massages, with the potential to become master therapists."

"Well, that’s a relief. At least when I’m old and withered, I’ll still have this skill. Knowing exactly what pleases you means I’ll still be somewhat useful, right?"

There was a self-deprecating edge to Zhou Jialu’s words.

Su Bai didn’t call her out, simply continuing to enjoy the treatment with closed eyes.

For a moment, it almost felt like he’d booked a top-tier technician at a high-end spa.

Truthfully, Su Bai had always been curious about what a beautiful masseuse’s SPA treatment would feel like.

After coming into money, he’d even considered trying it out.

…

Fortunately, Zhou Jialu was an exceptional senior with a knack for learning.

She filled the void in Su Bai’s massage therapist experience.

Though her technique was still a bit unpolished, her natural talent more than compensated—Su Bai was nearly lulled to sleep. From head to toe, every fiber of his being radiated the bliss of released tension.

"Sir, you seem to be enjoying our service. Care to extend the session?"

……

……

The day passed uneventfully.

Su Bai followed his usual routine: attending classes, playing basketball, holding hands with Chen Yusheng.

Come evening, he returned to the hillside duplex to spend time with his senior.

Another round of her dedicated aromatherapy SPA ensued.

Frankly, the wholehearted, enthusiastic service of a beauty was dangerously addictive.

No wonder the newly wealthy flocked to exclusive clubs.

This private service from his senior outclassed any club anyway.

Who knew how many men those club girls’ hands had kneaded before?

After some… amicable negotiations, Su Bai restrained himself and let Zhou Jialu retire for the night.

He decided to game a while before sleeping.

Having splurged on a top-tier PC, he’d stocked up on AAA titles beyond just playing online with Chen Yusheng.

Whenever free, he’d boot one up for appreciation.

Mid-game, a WeChat notification popped up.

From an unexpected contact.

[NoBeef: Su Bai, you going to tomorrow’s auto show?]

Su Bai set down his controller, staring at the message in contemplation.

"NoBeef" was Liu Chen'ang.

The class’s newly arrived rich kid—well, rich girl actually.

She’d taken noticeable interest in him, proactively striking up acquaintance.

Maybe she assumed Su Bai was similarly wealthy, hence the rich-kid solidarity?

Su Bai didn’t mind expanding his affluent social circle—take Director Xia, for instance, an excellent connection.

Sometimes, money alone couldn’t solve minor issues; knowing the right people provided twice the result for half the effort solutions.

Of course, that was a generalization—in reality, sufficient wealth naturally attracted connections…

Case in point: Liu Chen'ang.

[CrispyGoose: Yeah, why? Want to go together?]

[NoBeef: Exactly! I’m heading there too.]

[CrispyGoose: I’ll be with a senior though. Let’s leave it to fate—if we bump into each other, great.]

[CrispyGoose: [Goose_Paddling]]

[NoBeef: …Fine.]

[NoBeef: If any cars catch your eye, I can help vet them. I know my stuff!]

As if to emphasize her confidence, Liu Chen'ang immediately followed up with a buff bodybuilder sticker—probably from some Hong Kong comic.

Come to think of it, this girl really favored these hyper-masculine memes.

Su Bai’s uncharitable theory was that she used them to overcompensate for her overwhelmingly effeminate aura.

Earlier that day, he’d overheard classmates speculating whether "Liu" might be a femboy.

Ironically, her approach was completely backward.

Real tough guys exclusively used anime girl stickers.

Like Su Bai.

Heh.

Since she’d extended an olive branch, he obliged:

[CrispyGoose: Sure, I’ll call if needed. Free for lunch together?]

[NoBeef: OK]

[NoBeef: [Beefcake_Binoculars]]

Over in another Ascott serviced residence tower…

Liu Chen'ang clutched her phone, visibly thrilled.

Su Bai’s refreshingly straightforward attitude delighted her!

Most second/third-gen rich kids had bizarre quirks and pretensions.

Combined with her… unique disposition, mockery often followed.

Attempting friendships with less privileged classmates also felt awkward—the lifestyle gap created invisible barriers.

Not her fault, nor theirs. Human connections were tricky that way.

Shared spending habits bred camaraderie.

From her intel on Su Bai, they should click perfectly.

And if she admitted something privately embarrassing…

She longed to feel his handshake again.