Chapter 81: Wang Wenbo Capsizes in the Gutter

When Cheng Yao opened the butterfly doors with his hand… In that moment, Wang Yuting had already lost.

“This…” She hesitated, but was clearly intrigued.

Cheng Yao smiled and said, “It's fine, I'm heading the same way. Get in.”

“Well, alright.” Wang Yuting thought it over—it was just on the way, after all.

So she stepped in, her legs carrying her into the seat. It was her first time in a supercar, and her heart betrayed her with its quickened beat. The gazes from those around her gave her an odd sense of superiority.

When the butterfly doors closed, she took the time to examine the interior. She had to admit, the interior of the McLaren was truly dazzling, capturing her attention. “How much does this car cost?”

“After all the fees, just over four million.”

“So expensive!?” Wang Yuting was stunned. She knew sports cars cost that much, but hearing the actual figure made her swallow hard, unable to help herself.

Honestly, a car like this would probably have nothing to do with her in her lifetime.

The price not only doused Wang Yuting’s confidence, it also extinguished her icy pride as vice president of the student council.

With the conversation running dry, and the window open yet the car feeling warm, Wang Yuting took off her jacket.

Cheng Yao’s lips curled slightly; he felt the car was worth every penny, though he didn’t get any special perks out of it.

He parked the car in a spot outside a residential complex, still some distance from the school, and then walked the rest of the way.

Though there weren’t many students around, the area wasn’t deserted.

Cheng Yao wore his Lotus sunglasses, and Wang Yuting thought he looked quite stylish. She smiled and asked, “Did you used to go to school like this?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder…”

“Senior, is student council work busy?”

Wang Yuting nodded with a smile. “Pretty busy. Want to join? There's still time.”

“No, no, I have my own things to do. I don’t usually have much free time—like today, I skipped half a class…”

“Doesn’t your homeroom teacher say anything?”

Cheng Yao thought of Old Li—not the Old Li from Banshan Cloud Residence, but their homeroom teacher, who was easygoing. “He’s got a good temper and doesn’t fuss about that sort of thing. Besides, I didn’t give him much face in the Top Ten Singer competition. Now my mind isn’t on academics, just coasting through.”

“I understand…” Wang Yuting got it. Someone like Cheng Yao would claim to go abroad for further studies, come back with a golden sheen, and inherit the family business.

Having a family business to inherit—what a luxury.

After parting ways with Wang Yuting at the school, Cheng Yao went back to his classroom alone.

“Boss Cheng, why are you so late?” Upon seeing him, Wang Churuo flashed a fangirl smile. Ever since she learned Cheng Yao was wealthy, she’d taken to teasing him, calling him Young Master Cheng, Boss Cheng—she said it with such ease.

Cheng Yao took off his sunglasses and said, “Went to get my driver’s license. I’m about to get busy, so I’ll tell Teacher Li to let me go free-range.”

“Good luck! Don’t forget me when you get rich—mutual prosperity!”

“Alright.” Cheng Yao couldn’t help but laugh; he liked Wang Churuo’s personality, this little beauty was adorably silly.

Liu Hanyue blinked her big, sparkling eyes. “What about me?”

“You? I’ll find a planner for you.” Cheng Yao was thinking of Zheng Yuechan; with her status and experience, planning for an influencer would be a breeze, wouldn’t take much time, and there might even be successful cases to copy.

If the waters are deep and he can't handle it, she can.

For company operations and management, Cheng Yao planned to use Wang Yiming as a backup—he had five years of management experience, majored in the field in college, and his personality had been honed to a smooth edge in the workplace. For now, he would do.

Then Wang Wenbo and a few others came in after lunch and sat down.

“What’ve you been up to lately, not coming back to the dorm?”

“Busy.”

“And you? You didn’t come back last night,” Cheng Yao said, half joking.

He knew Wang Wenbo well—this guy was a real Casanova, always getting into trouble at bars. “I’m telling you, most girls at the bar aren’t worth it. Don’t think a condom is foolproof—if you do it often enough, you’ll get caught eventually.”

“Tsk tsk, you’re getting sharper, Cheng Yao.”

Wang Wenbo bent his head over his book, and Cheng Yao glanced at him, thinking it was an act. “Did the sun rise in the west today?”

“Get lost, I’m flipping through.”

“Got anything bothering you, Young Master Wang?”

“I’m telling you, I messed with some crazy sophomore, from our school. Wants me to be responsible or else she’ll make trouble for me. Not the first time, acts all innocent like a rabbit…”

Wang Wenbo was too frustrated to complain anymore—there really were all kinds of people, so he planned to lay low for a while.

Cheng Yao tutted, “That’s what you get for always trying to get out of paying. Settle on a price and there wouldn’t be these messes.”

“You’re right.”

Cheng Yao also reminded himself internally—if you can spend money, spend it. Nothing to fear about spending money; what’s scary is getting tangled up emotionally.

Meanwhile, Lin Ketong was once again angling for a promotion!

Cheng Yao firmly resisted this idea, so he planned to meet her a few more times, see if he could win her over, and distract her with company matters, promising her future prospects.

Maybe it was a bit scummy, but Lin Ketong, who stayed in touch even knowing he had a girlfriend, wasn’t innocent herself.

At that moment, Wang Wenbo was glum, hesitating before he said, “Cheng Yao, sorry…”

“?”

Cheng Yao stared at him, sensing something bad.

Wang Wenbo said, “Actually, that girl originally wanted to meet you. I knew you’d never agree, so I said yes myself. After the bar, she didn’t refuse…”

“You used my photo?”

“Absolutely not—I didn’t expect she’d be so easy to arrange…”

Suddenly, Wang Wenbo’s face went pale.

Cheng Yao looked toward the door; a girl was standing there, scanning the room, then asking Fu Yujie at the door. Fu Yujie pointed at Cheng Yao…

Cheng Yao: ?

He watched as the girl, with a decent face, came over, glanced at him and frowned, then settled her gaze on Wang Wenbo.

She stared at Wang Wenbo, pointed at him, and said, “Listen up, everyone—he’s a scumbag, slept with me and won’t take responsibility. Wang Wenbo from your class is a total scumbag, don’t let him fool you…”

Whether familiar or not, everyone in the class turned their eyes to Wang Wenbo.

Bombshell!!!

Cheng Yao couldn’t help laughing, glancing at Wang Wenbo—serves him right.

Wang Wenbo slumped, sneering, “Go on, curse me. But don’t get proud, we’re six of one, half a dozen of the other. Don’t pretend to be innocent. Sure, I got the benefit, but you didn’t refuse. Don’t make it sound like I took advantage and shirked responsibility. Both of us were just easing loneliness at the bar—what’s the point, Senior?”

Just then, Zhou Ziqing walked over, trembling. “Hello, Senior, I’m the class monitor. If you have any issues, you can talk to me, but please don’t disrupt the environment…”

“Mind your own business…”

Smack!

After cursing Wang Wenbo, the senior slapped him hard, the sound crisp and clear. She didn’t spare Zhou Ziqing a glance, just turned and left.

In the hallway, you could still hear her badmouthing him to the second class.

Cheng Yao laughed, “Capsized in the gutter, huh?”

“No big deal, I’ve got thick skin, won’t argue. I’m telling you, she’s been around…” Wang Wenbo was annoyed, but only vented a bit.

If he had a worse temper, maybe he’d have retaliated.

Thanks to Wang Wenbo’s little episode, the noon was lively, and he made a name for himself in the School of Economics.

Cheng Yao—the School of Economics’ top heartthrob,

Wang Wenbo—the School of Economics’ top scoundrel,

A striking contrast!

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