Chapter 141: Chen Xingyan’s Embarrassment, Overwhelming Power

Wang Churuo frowned, tugged at Liu Hanyue, and said, "Let's ignore him. Come on, let's go eat by ourselves."

"I already told you not to pay him any mind..."

Liu Hanyue just wanted some peace and quiet now. She didn't want to be involved with Cheng Yao anymore, or else she would be too agitated to sleep. She couldn't figure out what his intentions were; he flirted but refused to take responsibility. What a scumbag!

She certainly didn't need Cheng Yao to survive.

Wang Churuo blamed herself, "If I had known, I wouldn't have helped you guys. Now things are so awkward."

"It's not your fault."

Liu Hanyue felt sullen. She had been blinded by her own expectations.

...

When Cheng Yao arrived at the parking lot, a crowd had already gathered. Since it was close to the school's commercial street, it was full of upperclassmen. He found this scene normal; if he were in their shoes, he would likely have come to join the commotion as well.

"Cheng Yao... why are you only just getting here? We couldn't find you earlier."

"I went to the restroom. What's all this..."

Zhu Huiyang, gnawing on a deep-fried dough stick, pointed at the LaFerrari in the parking space.

"It's blowing up on the forum. No clue which show-off drove this in, but they're definitely here to flex. Man, it’s so cool. If I could drive a LaFerrari to school, would there be any girl I couldn't win over?"

"Exactly. The Porsche next to it looks pathetic compared to this..."

"Are you just eating a dough stick for dinner?"

Zhu Huiyang protected his snack, "It's my only ration."

"How about I lend you another five hundred?"

"Forget it, don't tempt me. Dough sticks and instant noodles are enough to keep me full."

Wang Wenbo, holding a drink, chimed in, "Why are you guys standing here? This car has nothing to do with us. Cheng Yao, these frameless butterfly doors are way cooler than your McLaren."

"Yeah, I bet the person driving this car is incredibly handsome. Cars are like their owners; if you’re ugly or lack charisma, it just wouldn't fit..."

Cheng Yao stood in the crowd with his arms crossed, speaking with conviction.

Wang Wenbo gave him a look of disdain, "Stop talking nonsense, you sound like a fortune teller. Why don't you claim you're the owner? You make it sound like you know for sure."

"Wanna bet?"

"What are we betting?"

"If I win, you get me Wu Xinxin's contact information and act as my wingman..."

"Just that?" Cheng Yao thought for a moment and said, "Getting the contact info is no problem, but forget the wingman part. If you need help to date someone, you might as well give up and stay a 'sea king.' The girls at the bar are waiting for your embrace."

"Fine, just the contact info then. I'm trying to retire from the game."

Cheng Yao teased, "A 'sea king' retiring? Are you kidding me? If I win, you treat me to dinner for a week."

"Small matter."

"Alright, then I declare: I win."

Cheng Yao pulled the Ferrari key from his pocket and gave it a jingle. Wang Wenbo’s expression froze, and Zhu Huiyang choked on his dough stick—it suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.

"Damn it!"

Wang Wenbo wanted to slap himself. He should have realized it sooner; he’d felt something was off. This guy had been playing him all along.

Zhang Lei was stunned, "Is this for real? Holy crap, my roommate drives a LaFerrari? Can we take a picture..."

"Tomorrow. I'll let you take all the photos you want then. I'm leaving, I've got things to do."

Cheng Yao put on his sunglasses, walked past the crowd as they watched, opened the car door, and drove off toward the school gate. After he left, the school forum exploded once again.

The "heartthrob" of the School of Economics turned out to be an invisible super-rich second-generation heir, driving a nearly 40-million-yuan luxury car to school...

Ladies, what are you waiting for?

The prince on the red horse was right here all along?

Accompanying photos of a handsome Cheng Yao, he was now officially famous throughout the entire University of Finance and Economics—not just in the School of Economics, but every department. Many were curious about what his family did to be so wealthy. A 40-million-yuan luxury car!

Some students were still borrowing money to get by, asking their parents for living expenses, or relying on online predatory loans to maintain a facade of a lifestyle that others envied... but look at him, he was already driving a LaFerrari to class. That was something the average student wouldn't even dare to imagine. It felt too surreal, too far out of reach.

Some students were curious about who Cheng Yao was, which department he was in, and some girls even actively sought his contact information.

...

After leaving the school, Cheng Yao drove straight to Xinjiekou. He arrived at the Yurong Building, where Chen Xingyan was sitting on her Mercedes G-Wagon. Seeing the LaFerrari, she hopped down. She stood by and watched, and passing pedestrians also stopped to take a look.

Parking the car, Cheng Yao opened the door and smiled as he handed her the keys. He had a good relationship with Chen Xingyan; if it had been Qin Haoran or the others, he might not have been so willing.

"Want to give it a try?"

"This car... it’s absolutely incredible."

Chen Xingyan didn't stand on ceremony. She took the keys and sat in, examining the interior. Ferrari interiors were mostly similar, though the LaFerrari had a few more buttons, but it was just like the others: simple, clean, low-key, and luxurious.

"Get in, what are you staring at? Let me experience it..."

"Fine. Drive slowly; this car has a lot of horsepower."

"Got it. Didn't you say you're good at taking photos? Help me film a video..."

Cheng Yao took her phone, which had a built-in beauty filter, and sat in the passenger seat to film Chen Xingyan. Starting a luxury car was much the same as others. Chen Xingyan, having handled many, started it with ease and released the brake.

The LaFerrari pulled onto the street slowly, and at the intersection, other cars instinctively slowed down to let them pass...

"This car... it has such a great feel. Should I get a Ferrari too?"

"A LaFerrari?"

Chen Xingyan rolled her eyes and teased, "You giving me the money? A regular Ferrari 458 would be nice. I could even buy a used one; they're quite a bit cheaper, and new cars don't feel very cost-effective."

"Don't buy a used one if it's a regular model; the wear and tear is too heavy. Mine is technically used, but the original owner bought it as an investment and only drove it 800 kilometers..."

"Then you got a bargain."

"Can't say that. A few years ago, the price went up to 50 million. He didn't sell it then, and it'll probably drop from here."

Chen Xingyan focused on driving, while Cheng Yao continued to take photos and chat with her.

"Xingyan, you are incredibly photogenic. You look especially beautiful in these shots. If you did a photo shoot, you’d be a goddess for sure..."

"Hmph, such greasy words. Did you have scallion oil noodles and pancakes for dinner today?" Chen Xingyan glanced at Cheng Yao, not taking it too seriously.

Cheng Yao spread his hands, "I've never even had those. I'm being sincere. Don't you know how beautiful you are?"

"You've got a silver tongue. Use it more often." Chen Xingyan’s lips curled upward; she liked hearing that.

Chen Xingyan took the car for a spin and returned to the starting point. At the entrance of the building, a group of young men and women skateboarding had gathered. As soon as the car parked, the boys stopped skating, thinking their boards were too lame. They stared at the LaFerrari with glowing eyes; the girls next to them weren't even interesting anymore. The girls weren't looking at the handsome guys either, because someone even more handsome had stepped out of the car.

Especially a beautiful young girl in a jersey, who looked like she might still be in high school—it was hard to tell if she was even eighteen yet. Among the group, she was the prettiest.

With Chen Xingyan there, Cheng Yao didn't even glance at anyone else. Just as he was about to head upstairs, a man with a camera, who looked like a reporter, walked up.

"Hello, miss. Sorry to bother you?"

Chen Xingyan looked at him, "What is it?"

"Could I ask for an interview? Is this car yours?"

"It's his."

The reporter looked at Cheng Yao, who said, "2014 hardtop, 35 million. Anything else you want to ask?"

"...No, thank you."

The reporter was a bit dazed, caught off guard. He took a close-up shot of Cheng Yao’s back and then photographed the car from every angle. He had his material for tomorrow: a young wealthy heir driving a LaFerrari, the only one in Jinling.

Cheng Yao followed Chen Xingyan into the elevator, arrived at the martial arts gym, changed his clothes, and began