Chapter 79: If We Are to Promote, We Must Make Them Shine—Intimacy

Early the next morning, Cheng Yao glanced at his messages. Zheng Yuechan still hadn't replied; she had said she would consider it. As expected, women often say one thing while their actions betray another.

After washing up, he headed to Jinling Bay.

Zhang Ya wore a pair of glasses, giving off a scholarly bunny-girl vibe—she just lacked black stockings and the costume. One day, he’d make sure she wore it for him.

“Wait, let me tie my shoelaces.”

“I’ll do it,” Cheng Yao said, tying her laces for her, then pulled her suitcase along. “Are you coming back next week?”

“I won’t, but you can come find me. I’ll take you to have wontons—the most famous spot on this street. The filling is generous and it’s really cheap.”

“Perfect, I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

The wonton shop was bustling. They found a seat and grabbed a bottle of juice. Cheng Yao lowered his voice, “I have some spare cash now, thinking of doing something on the side in my free time.”

“It's good to have ideas, but remember to be careful,” Zhang Ya replied, brushing her hair aside. “Once I’m back at school, my schedule will be packed. There's so much to learn. Next month, I need to sign up for the Xinghai Cup, and I need to find a violinist…”

“That many things?”

“Mm.”

Cheng Yao couldn't help but smile. He was pretty laid-back now, no longer concerned about academics; what mattered more to him were social status and identity.

Hand in hand, they wandered the streets. Zhang Ya clung to him, but could be quite domineering at times. Cheng Yao even wished, for a fleeting moment, that time could freeze right here.

After lunch, Zhang Ya returned to the metropolis.

Cheng Yao headed back to university. Tomorrow, he’d finally be able to drive his newly acquired McLaren—just thinking about it made him a little excited; after all, it was his first car.

Just as he reached the school gates, he saw Liu Hanyu and Wang Churuo talking with a stranger. Their expressions were slightly awkward.

“What are you up to?”

“Cheng Yao, perfect timing! Want to go to Haidilao tonight?” Wang Churuo asked with a bright smile.

Cheng Yao nodded lightly; he didn’t have plans with any girls tonight. “Who’s that?”

“The boss of Interactive Entertainment, scouting for pretty girls at the school gate to become entertainment streamers.”

“Is that a thing?”

Cheng Yao was surprised—this was the first he’d heard of it.

Liu Hanyu explained, “Of course. There are quite a few at the neighboring school, you just haven’t come across it.”

“Cheng Yao, Cheng Yao, where did you go for National Day? Hanyu and I went to a comic convention—it was so much fun. Here, let me show you the photos…”

“Looks great. Who did you cosplay as?” Cheng Yao stared at the photos; both Wang Churuo and Liu Hanyu had tails, and he was really curious about where the tails were attached…

He managed to restrain his curiosity and didn’t ask.

Wang Churuo smiled and asked, “Between Hanyu and me, who looks better?”

“Where do you get the confidence?” Cheng Yao couldn’t help but laugh.

“…”

Wang Churuo puffed her cheeks in annoyance; Liu Hanyu watched with an amused, half-smiling expression, thinking Wang Churuo was overestimating herself.

Wang Churuo glanced at Liu Hanyu’s Shenzhou tablet, then at her own, and suddenly grinned confidently. “Hehe, you might be pretty, but too bad you don’t have moon-shaped breasts~~”

“Hmph, hearts~~”

“I’m going to bite your mouth!”

Cheng Yao asked curiously, “What hearts?”

Wang Churuo’s face flushed red; she fumbled for words, only glaring at Liu Hanyu…

What about hearts?

You’re just jealous,

You want them but don’t have them,

Oh right,

You don’t even have any fur…

For some reason, the two girls started bickering, leaving Cheng Yao bewildered.

…

Time flew by. After playing games in the dorm for a while, Zhang Lei and Zhu Huiyang were busy farming experience, so they ordered takeout and stayed in.

Wang Wenbo was off somewhere, enjoying himself, nowhere to be seen in the dorm.

So, Cheng Yao could only wipe away tears and make plans with Liu Hanyu and Wang Churuo, monopolizing the evening with two beauties.

They dipped lamb slices and chatted about National Day.

Cheng Yao looked at Liu Hanyu and said, “I’m thinking about starting a company soon. Interested?”

“What kind of company?”

“Interactive Entertainment…”

Wang Churuo smiled and teased, “Cheng Yao, you’re picking the low-hanging fruit. You’ve gone astray—don’t tell me you’ll be like those bosses, recruiting female streamers just to ogle them?”

“You’re reading too much into it. I’m a decent guy, planning to run a proper business.”

Liu Hanyu was intrigued; Cheng Yao’s silent entrepreneurship seemed to suggest he had money.

“Entrepreneurship?”

“Sort of. I plan to invest a bit and see how it goes. Right now, it’s just a framework…”

“Do you have the funds?”

“I do.”

Cheng Yao smiled without elaborating. Liu Hanyu had over a million followers; it would be a waste not to leverage that. If she agreed, he’d invest whatever it took to make her a star.

Liu Hanyu was by far the most promising candidate; her looks were flawless. If she could overcome her camera shyness, she’d surely be a hit. She was so lively in private, but at the critical moment, she’d freeze up—absurd, really.

Lu Mengyao and Lin Ketong were also promising. Investing in Lu Mengyao would yield tenfold returns.

“Think about it—after graduation, maybe your family isn’t short on money, but wouldn’t you want to do something on your own, earn by your own ability…”

Cheng Yao delivered his motivational pitch without reservation; Wang Churuo and Liu Hanyu both found it somewhat convincing.

Liu Hanyu’s dark, lively eyes darted back and forth. She asked mischievously, “You’re not planning to treat me as your tool, are you?”

“Come on, given our relationship, I wouldn’t take advantage of you. The contract will be clear, and you’ll get a cut.”

“How much are you investing?”

“Initially, a few million, then more if needed.”

Wang Churuo’s eyes widened. “You’re that rich?”

“I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but all I got was suspicion. Fine, I won’t pretend anymore…”

Cheng Yao joked with a straight face, then said seriously, “I really want to try.”

“Then let’s try. I’m pretty free besides my studies.”

“All right, I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”

“Hmm… Should I invest a little myself…”

After discussing with Liu Hanyu, dinner ended, and she went shopping with Wang Churuo. Cheng Yao didn’t stick around; by then Lu Mengyao had reached the airport and was on the subway back to Xianlin.

Cheng Yao waited in a soup bun shop near the subway station.

About forty minutes later, Lu Mengyao finally emerged, dragging her suitcase.

“Boss, another basket of soup buns.”

“Coming right up.”

Lu Mengyao sat down, catching her breath. “I’m exhausted—traveling is really tiring.”

“What would you like to drink?”

“Orange pulp juice.”

Cheng Yao handed her a bottle, and with her curious gaze, their intimacy soared.

Unconsciously, it had already climbed to seventy.

Cheng Yao prepared vinegar and chili for her, saying, “The Cloud Residence at the hillside is ready. Let’s head over tonight.”

“…All right.”

Lu Mengyao knew what Cheng Yao was thinking.

At this age, can men think of anything healthy?

Eating soup buns, she noticed Cheng Yao was more attentive to her, and she felt a bit delighted.

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