The Invincible Youth of an Eighteen-Year-Old Girl!

"What have you been eating lately to gain two pounds?" An Wuyang asked curiously.

Xia Yuqing replied sheepishly, "I just, uh, ate a little bit."

"I have a special constitution—if I eat even a bit more, I gain weight!" Her tone carried a hint of playfulness.

"An classmate, how about we go eat fish?" Xia Yuqing suggested.

"I know a steamed fish restaurant that's really good, and their prices are cheap too," she added.

An Wuyang asked, "Which one?"

"Zhulin Pier Steamed Fish Restaurant," Xia Yuqing answered. "It's right at Zhulin Pier, only about ten minutes from my place."

"Alright," An Wuyang agreed.

"I'll send you the location later, and we'll meet directly at Zhulin Pier," Xia Yuqing proposed.

An Wuyang dismissed that. "No need, I'll pick you up. I'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Huh?" Xia Yuqing was a bit startled. "Really?"

"..." An Wuyang was a little exasperated.

It was just picking her up—what was there to question?

What was up with this Xia Yuqing?

"Actually, you don't need to pick me up. It's convenient for me to go on my own, no need to trouble An classmate with a trip," Xia Yuqing quickly added.

An Wuyang felt like facepalming. The way Xia Yuqing talked made her sound way too much like a White Lotus, didn't it?

But An Wuyang knew very well that Xia Yuqing wasn't any kind of White Lotus.

From a psychological perspective, her response seemed more like a people-pleasing personality formed from a lack of affection growing up. So when faced with kindness, she instinctively refused.

That was also why she liked to ask if things were real—she was afraid others were just saying it.

"I'm already on the road. I'll be there in ten minutes at most," An Wuyang reiterated.

Xia Yuqing sounded a bit flustered. "That fast?"

"I still need to get ready. Ten minutes... oh no," she panicked. She was still bare-faced—how could ten minutes be enough?

"You don't need to get ready. We're just eating together," An Wuyang said.

"Is that really okay?" Xia Yuqing asked hesitantly.

"Why wouldn't it be?" An Wuyang countered.

"My mom says if a girl doesn't put on makeup to meet someone, it's disrespectful to that person," Xia Yuqing explained her mother's theory.

An Wuyang teased, "Then you've disrespected a lot of people!"

"I haven't?" Xia Yuqing was confused.

"Did you wear makeup to school?" An Wuyang asked.

"School doesn't allow it," Xia Yuqing replied.

What a convenient excuse!

"..." An Wuyang was speechless again.

"Alright, alright, I said no makeup needed. Just quickly freshen up a bit," An Wuyang reminded her.

"Fine, I'll go wash up and change clothes first, then come out," Xia Yuqing said, seemingly convinced by An Wuyang.

In less than ten minutes, the brand-new Bixihui New Generation BMW M3 with its big nostrils pulled up at the entrance of Zhuyu Garden.

Zhuyu Garden was a resettlement housing complex. When the Bixihui BMW M3 stopped at the entrance, it drew a lot of stares.

After all, the New Generation BMW M3 had two iconic big nostrils, giving it a fierce, battle-ready look, and the premium Bixihui color made the car seem anything but ordinary.

An Wuyang had barely parked for two minutes when Xia Yuqing, in a floral dress, came running out. She dashed straight to the roadside, looking around left and right, clearly searching for An Wuyang and not realizing he might have driven over.

In her mind, An Wuyang was just like her—a high school senior.

Even if she knew his family had money, the latest gossip was that they'd gone bankrupt, right?

An Wuyang sat in the car, watching Xia Yuqing's slightly clueless demeanor. He shook his head slightly, then got out and walked toward her.

"Xia Yuqing!" An Wuyang called out loudly.

Xia Yuqing, standing at the bus stop, turned at the sound and immediately jogged over, asking quickly, "Where were you just now? How come I didn't see you?"

An Wuyang didn't answer. "Follow me."

"Oh!" Xia Yuqing followed, then noticed An Wuyang heading toward a gray sedan.

An Wuyang walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and said, "Get in."

"Huh?" Xia Yuqing hesitated. "Do you have a driver's license?"

"..." An Wuyang stared at her speechlessly.

What kind of question was that?

How could he not have a license?

Driving without a license is illegal!

"I have one!" An Wuyang replied.

"Oh, okay." Xia Yuqing obediently settled into the passenger seat.

An Wuyang walked around the rear of the car to the driver's side, then paused, only now realizing he wasn't in the Subject Three exam anymore.

He pulled open the door and sat down in the driver's seat, then noticed Xia Yuqing huddled in the passenger seat like a little quail, as if afraid of bumping into anything.

"Seatbelt," An Wuyang reminded.

Xia Yuqing quickly reached for the seatbelt, but she pulled a bit too hard and too fast, triggering the lock mechanism. The belt jammed, and no matter how she tugged, it wouldn't budge.

"An classmate, the seatbelt won't move," Xia Yuqing said, a little embarrassed.

An Wuyang noticed that Xia Yuqing was always quick to blush and look shy. What was she so shy about?

Could it be because of him?

Did she like him, and that's why she was shy?

That was the only explanation for why she got so flustered around him, always looking embarrassed.

An Wuyang leaned over and took the seatbelt from her.

As he leaned in, Xia Yuqing's face instantly flushed, her breathing quickening. When he took the belt, their fingers brushed for a moment, and she felt a jolt like an electric shock.

An Wuyang didn't notice her reaction. He loosened the belt to release the lock, then pulled it out at a steady, moderate pace.

By "moderate pace," he meant the usual speed for pulling a seatbelt—the key was not to yank it too fast, or the lock would engage again.

He buckled the seatbelt for Xia Yuqing and finally noticed how red her face was.

Today, Xia Yuqing wasn't wearing any makeup, but at eighteen, her natural beauty shone through. Her skin was fair and smooth as jade, flawless.

Was this the invincible charm of an eighteen-year-old girl?

Seeing Xia Yuqing's flushed face, An Wuyang thought about teasing her, but he felt they weren't close enough yet, so he held back from acting frivolous.

When it came to teasing, if two people were familiar, it was just banter.

If they weren't, it came off as shallow.

An Wuyang silently fastened his own seatbelt, then set the navigation to "Zhulin Pier Steamed Fish Restaurant."

As the engine roared to life, the BMW M3 let out a low growl. Xia Yuqing asked curiously, "An classmate, is this car called a BMW?"