Chapter 114: Wei Long Brand Spicy Strips—Bold and Fiery

At the entrance, an icy blue Mercedes AMG cruised in, the sleek coupe drawing everyone’s attention. Cheng Yao wore a mask, making him unrecognizable. Yet when they saw Lin Ke Tong behind the wheel and Cheng Yao getting into the car, imaginations ran wild.

“How will you explain it this time?”

“The doctor said my stomach isn’t good. Eating hard food can hurt it…”

“Where can you find such soft rice? Give me ten servings!”

Once inside, Lin Ke Tong asked curiously, “You come here to work out?”

“I finished my workout early. A friend opened a lounge here, so I came to join the fun—and to wait for you. We’re heading to Shangri-La.”

“Mm…” Lin Ke Tong knew there was no escaping, so she didn’t resist anymore; at this point, resistance seemed pointless.

“Cheng Yao…”

“What is it?” Cheng Yao looked up at her.

Lin Ke Tong carefully phrased her question. “About Lu Meng Yao—do you treat her as well as you treat me?”

“Of course not…”

“Alright~” Lin Ke Tong offered a faint smile.

Seeing her victorious smile, Cheng Yao swallowed his words. In fact, he treated Lu Meng Yao even better than Lin Ke Tong—much better, truly. With Lu Meng Yao, he was utterly compliant, and she was the same; any posture, any effort to please him… it was simply unmatched by Lin Ke Tong. But with Lin Ke Tong right there, Cheng Yao would never admit it. The most effective way to win over a woman is always a display of wealth; with money, it’s like adding wings to a tiger.

Shangri-La—the old five-star hotel.

Lin Ke Tong carried her newly bought Louis Vuitton bag, apparently a platinum edition. They said such entry-level bags cost sixty or seventy thousand.

“You could have invited me to buy the bag with you. I’d pay, and I wouldn’t mind if you picked something pricier.”

“It’s fine, only a bag.” Lin Ke Tong considered Cheng Yao’s finances; after all, he’d just bought an eight-million yuan apartment, so saving a little seemed wise. Over these past few days, Cheng Yao had spent more than ten million on her! Even she was startled—he must be the heir to some major conglomerate. Since they met, by her calculations, he’d spent at least fifteen million. His family must be sitting on a gold mine.

Cheng Yao handed over his ID card in silence.

After checking in at the front desk, they took the elevator. Lin Ke Tong held his arm, her perfume delicate.

Inside the room, Lin Ke Tong was already prepared for his advances.

But Cheng Yao just lay down on the bed, doing who knows what.

She found it odd, unable to read him.

“I’ll take a shower.”

“Alright.” Cheng Yao glanced at her, then started gaming with two girls from Guangzhou.

Halfway through the game, Lin Ke Tong emerged in a bathrobe, as if hinting it was time for their daily tasks.

Seeing him lounging there and the look he gave her, Lin Ke Tong trembled, gritting her teeth—how much further would he humiliate her?

Bearing the insult, Lin Ke Tong stepped forward, teeth clenched…

“?”

Cheng Yao was gaming, then realized his pants were gone.

“Hiss…” Lin Ke Tong lowered her head, like a Patek Philippe saleswoman bowing to fasten a watch for him—except her service was even more attentive.

Cheng Yao thought Lin Ke Tong would be an explosive success as a Patek Philippe salesperson.

“Moshi moshi, what are you doing? That sound is so strange,” teased Zhen Li in the game.

Seeing Lin Ke Tong’s stubborn gaze, Cheng Yao was utterly confused, letting her have her way while his eyes stayed on the game, but his mind and soul were long gone.

He was surprised—Lin Ke Tong was so proactive?

“I… I’m eating spicy strips…”

“Spicy strips? I love those too. Wei—”

“Weilong.”

“Yes!”

Cheng Yao felt he was enduring pressures beyond his years…

Why must he experience such intense things? The damage to his soul was indelible—he’d never forget!

Under his expectant gaze…

Lin Ke Tong climbed atop him, nearly wishing to dominate him entirely.

That momentum…

Eventually, Cheng Yao chose to go AFK.

The two girls in the game cursed him, then stranded his character in the toxic zone.

Favorability +5

Finally, favorability broke ninety.

[Congratulations, you’ve acquired the ‘Aesthetic’ skill.]

Skill: Aesthetic

Effect: You have innate talent in aesthetic inspiration and possess fashionable taste…

Not a bad skill.

[Your intimacy with the nurtured girlfriend ‘Lin Ke Tong’ has reached ninety. You’ve gained a ‘Best Friend Card’ (Silver) x1.]

Item: Best Friend Card (Silver)

Effect: There is no pure friendship between men and women. Make her your female best friend! Can be designated for use; target’s favorability increases by 10 points.

Cheng Yao’s eyes lit up—this was a treasure!

[Today’s spending: 8 million. Tenfold rebate received. Total: 80 million.]

Host: Cheng Yao

Attractiveness: 85

Skills: Guitar, Super Hearing, Heavenly Voice, Piano, Film King, Racing God, Photography, Dance

Wealth: 222,176,000

Girlfriends: Zhang Ya (bound), Lu Meng Yao (bound), Lin Ke Tong (bound)

Items: Blocking Capsule x1, Cupid’s Red Thread x1, Best Friend Card (Silver) x1

Assets had surpassed 200 million—compared to a livestreamer’s haul, it was mere drizzle.

So Cheng Yao felt nothing—he needed to keep working hard.

In truth, if not for the genetic capsule granting him courage, he feared one day he’d die under Lu Meng Yao or Lin Ke Tong.

If someone asked in the future, “Boss Cheng, tell us your origin story…”

Cheng Yao wouldn’t know how to answer. Should he say he built his fortune atop their bellies?

How enviable!

Cheng Yao joked to himself, then embraced fragrant Lin Ke Tong and drifted into sleep.

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The next day, Lin Ke Tong drove him back to Finance University.

Cheng Yao took his McLaren for a detour to Half Mountain Cloud Residence and asked Old Li for leave.

Old Li, knowing his situation, just grumbled, “You still need to ask me for leave?” with a touch of resentment.

Cheng Yao changed clothes, styled his hair—looking sharp and handsome, sunglasses making him even cooler.

He checked the time—it was about right to set off.

Honestly, Cheng Yao felt driving a McLaren was a bit showy, but at these parent meetings, some wealthy classmates loved this sort of thing.

In today’s society, showing off is instinct; not showing off is uncomfortable.

Cheng Yao liked showing off, so he cruised in his beloved car.

He planned to meet Tang Shaobin later in the afternoon to build connections.

If there was time, he’d attend his major courses; if not, he’d skip and borrow Liu Hanyue’s notes.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~~

When Cheng Yao arrived at the entrance, he looked around, a bit stunned—Mercedes, BMW, Audi everywhere. Compared to ordinary cars, the atmosphere was vastly different.

Of course, his own car was the most extravagant.

Feeling awkward, Cheng Yao parked a bit deeper inside, but it was still conspicuous—especially with those butterfly doors…

Just then, a Porsche Cayenne pulled up.

A chubby middle-aged man in a T-shirt stepped out, a leather bag tucked under his arm, not exactly looking honest.

Cheng Yao thought, “In this heat, isn’t he worried the bag will pick up body odor?”

The man glanced at him, then his car, breaking into a smile. “Hello, hello, you’re Cheng Cheng’s brother!?”

He recognized him instantly—Jiang Yuexi had talked about Cheng Yao’s family, mentioning the McLaren…

So he knew Cheng Cheng’s family must be well-off.

He’d never noticed it when Cheng Cheng visited his home—she was so low-key, well brought-up. That’s how children from wealthy families are, educated well.

“You are…”

“I’m Jiang Dezhu. My daughter’s been under your care. Smoke, young man?” Jiang Dezhu offered a cigarette.

Cheng Yao shook his head politely. “No, thanks. They get along well.”

“School is about making friends, Cheng…”

“Just call me Cheng Yao.”

“Cheng Yao, my daughter keeps saying how handsome you are—I didn’t believe it, but now I do.”

They chatted as they walked, the man—around forty—quite sociable.

It was Cheng Yao’s first time here, also Cheng Cheng’s first high school parent meeting. Jiang Dezhu knew the ropes, so Cheng Yao followed, listening to him show off.

He’d always suspected Jiang Yuexi’s family was well-off; now it was confirmed.

Her father drove a Porsche Cayenne, ran businesses in KTVs, bathhouses, and lounges…

Cheng Yao had even bathed at their family’s bathhouse.

There was even a “dragon” there—though Cheng Yao hadn’t received that service, he’d heard rumors.

He couldn’t help but look at Jiang Dezhu with a hint of curiosity.

“My daughter told me your parents aren’t home, so you came over…”

“Boss Jiang, your business is doing well.” Cheng Yao neither confirmed nor denied, keeping it vague and changing the subject.

Jiang Dezhu smiled, “Small business, small business.”

They entered the classroom, already filled with people. On the blackboard: “For the sake of the children, let’s work together,” written in chalk.

The female teacher took special notice of Cheng Yao—he was so young, and his temperament was distinct from everyone else, his looks almost excessive.

A parent so young and handsome!?

The teacher had a flash of insight—she knew who he was, but asked anyway, “Hello, may I ask—”

“I’m Cheng Cheng’s guardian.”

“Ah, hello. Cheng Cheng sits in the second row, please—”

“Thank you.” Cheng Yao noticed the teacher’s odd gaze, and the surrounding eyes were peculiar too.

Everyone knew him—he’d been muted in the parent group chat for weeks!

Bottled water sat on the desk. Cheng Yao felt nothing, sitting quietly and listening.

Honestly, he felt out of place here.

I should be in college—why am I at a high school parent meeting!

The format was simple: interaction, report cards, recent updates.

Teacher Lin looked at Cheng Yao and smiled. “Recently, Cheng Cheng’s performance has improved a lot…”

Cheng Yao smiled but said nothing. Life had improved—of course her performance would too.

The meeting lasted a class period, covering topics like women’s safety and an HIV lecture. Apparently, there would be more lectures in the future…

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