When pushed to the brink of suppression, people often turn to extremes.
Take Liu Chen'ang, for example.
At her core, she’s a girly girl—bubbly, straightforward, but with a touch of delicate charm most of the time.
Yet, she’s been forced by external pressures to play the role of a man.
The emotions of her true, feminine self have long been stifled, left unfulfilled.
Then, suddenly, she finds someone before her—a trustworthy presence where she can finally unleash her real self.
And from the very first meeting, she’s felt drawn to him.
This instantly unravels years of pent-up feelings for Liu Chen'ang.
“I-if I cry out in pain… you won’t laugh at me, right?”
Liu Chen'ang asked cautiously,
completely unaware of how utterly adorable she looked in that moment.
“Of course I wouldn’t laugh.”
“Then I’ll…”
…
Wait, did Su Bai’s words just have a… suggestive undertone?
Su Bai realized it too—he’d unintentionally said something that could be taken as shamelessly forward.
But as the saying goes:
The same line, coming from an average guy, would be sleazy.
From a tall, rich, and handsome man? It’s just an honest, straightforward advance.
So Su Bai didn’t back down. Instead, he kept massaging Liu Chen'ang’s sprained ankle.
…
“How does it feel?”
“Good…”
“Let me carry you to the car first.”
“Mhm.”
Right now, Liu Chen'ang was as docile as a little bunny.
Only after settling into the sports car, curled up in Su Bai’s arms, did she suddenly lift her face and meet his gaze.
That’s when it hit her.
She was ready to embrace her fate.
…
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Liu Chen'ang (Yangyang)’s favorability +5. Current favorability: 90.]
[Reward: +1 lottery chance.]
At that moment, on the deserted mountain racing track,
the sports car sat alone under the vast, open sky. But inside, the atmosphere was anything but empty.
“Su Bai, I really like you. Only around you can I show my truest self.”
…
Huh—so this is the legendary… chest binder?
Setting aside how it’s portrayed in fiction and anime,
in real life, it’s mostly used by female athletes in certain sports to restrain their movements and avoid interference during competition.
Who knew Liu Chen'ang used one too?
…
“I used to hate my identity, terrified that someone would discover the truth. But… Su Bai, you like it, don’t you?”
“Of course!”
…
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Liu Chen'ang (Yangyang)’s affection +3. Current affection: 93.]
The favorability is skyrocketing.
Su Bai held Yangyang’s hand. Ah, too bad there’s no ice-cold cola in the car.
Oh well.
Yangyang’s charm more than makes up for the lack of soda.
“Su Bai.”
“Hm?”
“My real name is Liu Chenyang. Can you… call me Yangyang? In private, I mean.”
“Sure.”
By male standards, Yangyang isn’t particularly tall.
Usually wearing height-boosting shoes, she appears around 170 cm—just the average for guys her age.
But as a girl, she’s quite well-proportioned, standing at a natural 168 cm.
Fresh from her life-altering moment, Yangyang curled up against Su Bai’s chest, her cheek pressed to his heartbeat.
Between pauses, she shared snippets of her past.
Su Bai soon learned the twisted logic behind her double life.
In short? Family elders being extra.
They consulted a fortune-teller who claimed that Liu Chenyang had to live as a boy to overcome her frail health.
“There’s another reason they never said to my face, but I know it’s the real motive… That fortune-teller said, as the third-born in my generation, I had to ‘be a boy’ to safeguard the family’s feng shui—to keep wealth flowing in.”
“Now that’s some premium feng shui,” Su Bai deadpanned.
The reasoning sounded absurd.
But in ultra-wealthy business families? Oh, they eat this stuff up.
Talk about having too much money and too little sense.
Most families wouldn’t even have the means or energy for such theatrics.
Su Bai gently patted Yangyang’s head. “From now on, you can be as much of a woman as you want around me.”
“Really?” Liu Chen'ang’s eyes welled up. “Wuwu… Su Bai, you’re the best…”
“Ah, what can I say? I’m just generous like that.”
Liu Chen'ang’s plight did tug at Su Bai’s heartstrings.
Mainly because she was clearly a soft, delicate girl—her parents were just being ridiculous, putting her through this.
Yangyang suddenly noticed she’d dirtied Su Bai’s new car.
“Sorry…”
“No big deal. I’ll get it cleaned later. Not a problem.”
After helping Yangyang freshen up, Su Bai prepared to drive her back to the auto show—her own car, a Lotus Emeya, was still parked there.
A pure-electric grand tourer.
Apparently, in Liu Chen'ang’s circle, many rich guys looked down on EVs, claiming they lacked “soul” without engine roars.
Su Bai had no such biases—he appreciated all equally.
He was pragmatic like that.
To him, industrial beauty spanned everything from die-casting machines to children’s spinning tops.
The whole EV vs. combustion debate? He couldn’t care less. No refined tastes or lofty ideologies here.
Humans, fragile as we are, already face enough natural constraints—why add pointless mental ones?
After parting ways with Yangyang, dusk began to settle.
Su Bai drove his hypercar, the Koenigsegg Jesko, back toward the city.
All eyes were on him the entire way.
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