Chapter 96: Whether he is handsome is obvious at a glance from his eyes and face!

A ten-thousand reward for Chief Nalan! Chen Ruiyong watched as Chen Xingyan departed, his lips curling into a cold sneer.

Heh, go ahead and show off.

That boy is clearly trouble. With your status, let’s see how you two manage later on.

Chen Ruiyong suspected that Cheng Yao was simply lusting after Chen Xingyan.

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Chen Xingyan quickened her pace to catch up with Cheng Yao, pressing the elevator button. “Wait, where are you going?”

“It’s half past seven. I’ll grab something to eat and head back.”

“Want to go for a drink?”

“Best not to drink too much, it’s unhealthy. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll head off.”

Unconsciously, the distance between him and Chen Xingyan had shrunk considerably. At least during their lessons, a certain intimacy had inevitably developed—a fact that made many dislike their girlfriends learning techniques that required physical contact with men.

Truth be told, no one would like it. Cheng Yao himself couldn’t stand the thought of his woman’s hand being touched by another.

Chen Xingyan paused, laughed softly, and nodded, her heart warmed. Having an apprentice was indeed wonderful. “By the way, I hope I’m not interrupting your music studies?”

“I just play for fun, as a hobby. But I really want to learn self-defense, and get some exercise along the way.”

“Hmm…”

Your physical fitness hardly needs any more training.

Chen Xingyan grumbled inwardly. She couldn’t fathom how Cheng Yao worked out to such effect; his abs were genuinely impressive.

Cheng Yao’s abs surpassed any she’d seen before—their contours flawless, aesthetically perfect.

Perhaps she could ask him for deeper insights into sports and fitness.

But, as a teacher seeking advice from her student, Chen Xingyan felt it wasn’t right. So she suppressed the urge, maintaining her dignified image as a mentor.

Stepping out of the elevator, they found numerous young men and women clustered around a G-Class and a McLaren, snapping photos. Cheng Yao donned a mask and said, “Bye.”

“Mm, goodbye. Come at six tomorrow, finish by seven-thirty.”

“Okay.”

Cheng Yao pressed his key fob; the headlights flashed, prompting the crowd to clear a path.

The moment Cheng Yao opened the car door, those nearby were stunned.

Like a butterfly—

Utterly beautiful!

Vroom, vroom, vroom~~

With a tap of the accelerator, the McLaren sped off from the building.

A young woman dressed in “Chicken K” stared at the taillights. “He’s so handsome.”

“How can you tell? You can’t even see his face…” the boy next to her frowned, feeling rather deflated.

“You don’t get it—you can tell from his jawline, his eyes, his nose!”

Struck by her words, the boy fell silent. The McLaren really was stunning.

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If not for Lin Ketong, Cheng Yao might have gone drinking with Chen Xingyan.

Because he lived at Half-Mountain Cloud Residence, Lu Mengyao had come over today to tutor Cheng Orange in piano, moving their lessons from weekends to weekdays for safety’s sake.

On weekends, she feared being caught in a scandal.

Rumor had it, Mr. Li from Building Eleven was caught cheating and was still stuck at the police station.

Mr. Li’s actions left her with a series of indelible shadows.

“Teacher Lu, your playing isn’t as good as Sister Zhang Ya’s,” Cheng Orange said.

Lu Mengyao feigned curiosity, “Is that the one we met at the beef noodle place last time?”

“Yes.”

“She’s a conservatory student; I’m just coasting at Golden Arts. Of course it’s different. But teaching you the basics is no problem.”

“Mm…”

Cheng Orange nodded gently, smiling as she asked, “Teacher Lu, what’s your relationship with my brother? Don’t worry, I’m tight-lipped.”

“My relationship with your brother?”

Lu Mengyao chuckled, “What could we possibly have? Coincidence, really. Didn’t he tell you? There’s a girl in my dorm dating a boy from his dorm. I heard he was looking for a teacher for you, so I volunteered. University living expenses aren’t enough, you know.”

“Really?”

“Really…”

Cheng Orange felt that Lu Mengyao’s smile wasn’t quite right. Could she have misunderstood?

Lu Mengyao looked at Cheng Orange and realized that Cheng Yao’s little sister had the makings of a tea master.

At such a young age, she was remarkably gifted.

But unfortunately, having met her, there was no room for her tricks.

“All right, stop thinking about nonsense. Just focus. Without starting with basics in childhood, you’re not on the same starting line as others. Now it’s a bit late, so just treat it as a hobby—unless you’re extremely talented…”

“Mm, a hobby is fine too.”

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At the apartment entrance, Lin Ketong stood waiting in a black camisole dress, a white purse slung over her shoulder, strikingly attractive.

Fair-skinned and beautiful—she epitomized the phrase.

It must be said, Lin Ketong’s skin looked as if she’d applied BB cream; it was particularly flawless.

Cheng Yao adored it, so he always played the devoted admirer.

Lin Ketong opened the car door and got in. “The money’s come through.”

“Good.”

“Honestly, can I know the plan? Otherwise, I feel uneasy. Just a rough outline is fine.”

Cheng Yao replied, “First, build some popularity on the platform, hone your acting and talent, then I’ll introduce you to an agent. It’s simple—spend money to boost you.”

“Becoming a star takes a lot of money.”

“No problem. Even if you star in trashy films as a pretty face, you’d still be a celebrity, wouldn’t you?”

“…”

Lin Ketong found his logic hard to refute.

Cheng Yao smiled. There were ‘vases’ earning hundreds of millions; with Lin Ketong’s captivating smile, she’d easily qualify. She didn’t need acting skills—her smile alone would make viewers remember her.

He was certain of it.

Given his fastidious standards for women, his confidence in Lin Ketong was absolute—he knew she’d become famous.

When the time came, he’d lavish money on her, turning her into a golden goose.

He could even become a director himself, buy scripts for trashy films—that was the simplest, most efficient, and safest way.

She also feared Lin Ketong might lose her head and betray him.

With Zheng Yuechan around, things should go much more smoothly—a double benefit.

“By the way, you don’t have a car yet, do you?”

“Mm…”

“What kind do you like?”

Lin Ketong thought for a moment. “I’ve always wanted a Mercedes AMG GT, the one with the big emblem.”

“Good taste. I like that one too. I’ll take you to buy it tomorrow.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all.”

Cheng Yao smiled. “You’ll never lack material things. Even if you want a villa, I’ll buy it for you. So you need to be obedient.”

“All because my smile fits your fantasy?”

“Yes, it’s that simple. I’m a straightforward person—when I like something, I like it. Your smile truly captivates me, and I’m happy to spend…”

Lin Ketong instinctively smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile.

Because, what woman doesn’t like to be praised?

Unfortunately, such sweet words were spoken in a car, and by a notorious playboy.

Lin Ketong sighed. Nothing in life is perfect.

Cheng Yao was handsome, wealthy, but a notorious flirt.

Yet, a handsome man willing to spend money, act cute, and play the devoted admirer is surely better than an ugly, penniless, ill-tempered scoundrel!

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