Chapter 76: How Am I Any Different from the Traitor Cao!?
What a beautiful dream it was. Yet, dreams are full and bright, while reality is often harsh. After all, a home where you open the window to see the blue sea and sky is anything but cheap. Next, they followed the agent to view the house on the right; the view simply couldn’t compare to the one on the left.
Finally, around seven twenty, the decision was made. Cheng Yao signed the contract and paid the money, leaving the rest to Lu Mengyao to handle. Lu Mengyao pursed her lips and gazed at Cheng Yao, as if she could see a flower blooming from him, her eyes soft and full of affection.
Because the house was registered in her name!
Cheng Yao knew that if he weren’t catching a flight home at noon, Lu Mengyao would surely be unable to get out of bed the next morning.
“It’s all yours now. I’m almost done here.”
“Alright, goodbye.”
Lu Mengyao waved her delicate hand, watching him get into the car. If he weren’t such a scoundrel, he’d be a real treasure—a man who embodied all her fantasies. Even now, it proved she still held a place in his heart.
Lu Mengyao was secretly delighted, as if she were a mouse that had just stolen some butter.
By the time they returned to Sanya Bay, it was just past eight.
Host: Cheng Yao
Attractiveness: 85
Skills: Guitar, extraordinary hearing, celestial voice, piano, film emperor, racing legend
Wealth: 37,208,600
Girlfriends: Zhang Ya (bound), Lu Mengyao (bound)
Items: None
An eight-million ocean-view apartment, and with the tenfold rebate, his assets would soon exceed a hundred million. Cheng Yao planned to register a company once he returned, paving the way for his next steps.
Whether he succeeded or not, he needed something to do.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Cheng Yao was startled—a call from Zheng Yuechan.
The red thread of fate was working its magic.
Was this the pillow delivered right when he needed it?
He answered, “Hello?”
“Hello, are you in Jinling now?” The voice was dignified, her tone carrying the same grace. Zheng Yuechan laughed, “One of my artists took an endorsement in Jinling, and I just happen to be here. Do you have time to meet up?”
“Not at the moment, but I’ll be back in Jinling this afternoon, probably around three or four. If it's convenient, could you wait for me?”
“Alright, let’s talk then. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
After hanging up, Cheng Yao pondered. Since she came to him, he had to try to poach her.
“Bro, going out is really exhausting!” Cheng Cheng pushed her suitcase over.
“Are you showing off?”
“No way.” Cheng Cheng complained. It was fun, sure, but exhausting—she wasn’t wrong.
Zhang Ya closed the door, “These days have been tiring, but we’ll get a good rest once we’re back.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go.”
Cheng Yao helped with the luggage. Rong Xuelin and the others had already headed to the airport—they were going straight to the Magic City, so there was no need to pass through Jinling.
They arrived at the airport at nine twenty. After getting their tickets and passing security, they finally relaxed.
Zhang Ya glanced at the time, “We have more than an hour. Let’s eat something, I’m hungry.”
“I’ll have some noodles.”
“I’m fine with anything.”
While eating and chatting, Cheng Yao looked at Cheng Cheng, “When we get back to Jinling, you head home on your own.”
“Alright, just take care of Sis-in-law.”
Zhang Ya smiled, “Let’s have dinner at Xinjiekou before heading home. We can buy some clothes for Little Dot—haven’t bought anything here.”
“I bought lipstick.”
“No, I have plans tonight.”
“With whom?” Zhang Ya looked up curiously, instantly becoming the three-no-girl.
Cheng Yao sipped his soup, “I told you before, an entertainment company in Magic City reached out to me. One of their artists got an endorsement in Jinling and wants to talk; anyway, you decide.”
Cheng Yao handed his phone to Zhang Ya. She looked at it and set it on the table, “Fine, I’ll go to Magic City tomorrow afternoon.”
“I’ll see you off then.”
“Okay.”
With that, her smile returned.
Cheng Yao suddenly felt pressure. He could sense Zhang Ya’s possessiveness—something he himself often felt.
After lunch, they wandered the airport before boarding.
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Around two thirty in the afternoon, the flight landed at Lukou Airport.
Leaving the terminal, they boarded the subway. Zhang Ya pulled Cheng Cheng aside, “Take your luggage home. I’ll take Little Dot shopping. You should get ready—it’s your first meeting, so dress up a bit.”
“Alright, I’ll head home first.”
“Bye.”
After parting ways with Zhang Ya and Cheng Cheng, Cheng Yao took the subway back to Xianlin.
Upon returning to Half Mountain Cloud Residence, Cheng Yao put Cheng Cheng’s suitcase in her room, tidied up his own, showered and styled his hair, and chose a set of newly bought clothes that looked decent.
Simple, clean.
He glanced at his wrist—it seemed a little too bare, but there was no time to fix that now.
Leaving Xianlin, he took the subway to Xinjiekou.
After texting Zheng Yuechan, Cheng Yao’s heart raced oddly—it felt almost like an online romance…
Cheng Yao was amused and exasperated. Her photos and videos were so alluring; her figure was unreal, nothing like Zhou Ziqing’s little legs. She had everything—legs, figure, looks…
But did she have a husband?
How am I any different from that infamous rogue!
Cheng Yao hurriedly banished such dangerous thoughts—better not indulge them.
He took the elevator up to the twelfth floor.
He hadn’t known there was a café for afternoon tea upstairs. A smiling waiter greeted him, “Hello…”
“No need, I’m meeting someone.”
“Of course, right this way…”
Cheng Yao nodded politely, scanning the room until his gaze fell on a graceful figure by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Name: Zheng Yuechan
Attractiveness: 88
Figure: 100
Special: 94
Cheng Yao was stunned—he’d never seen triple-digit stats before.
Noticing him, Zheng Yuechan stood, greeting him with a polite smile, “Hello.”
“Hello, Ms. Zheng.”
“Please, have a seat.”
Zheng Yuechan sized him up, her smile unwavering. He was even more handsome in person than in his videos—his looks were more than up to par. “Ten Best Singers competition, first place, right?”
“Yes.”
Cheng Yao ordered a lemon juice, glancing at Zheng Yuechan. Her figure defied description.
Her height must be around one hundred seventy-five centimeters.
Her bust surely measured ninety-two point eight…
Her waist, perhaps between fifty and sixty…
Sitting, maybe ninety-four point five…
Her weight, likely fifty kilograms.
Cheng Yao knew analyzing someone’s figure was improper, but he couldn’t help himself.
She was dressed in professional attire, with a hint of uniform allure.
Slim fingers stirred her coffee, exuding elegance and poise.
Zhang Ya was graceful in her own way, but hers was a delicate beauty.
Zheng Yuechan, on the other hand, had shed all youthful shyness—she was mature and dignified, her figure on a whole different level.
“I asked you last time—have you thought it over?”
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