He hurried after her, but after only a few steps, he suddenly stopped short. His mouth fell open, and he didn't dare go any farther.
Not far ahead was a dazzling blue Bentley, so flashy it practically turned heads. A tall, handsome young man leaned against it, smiling as he welcomed Bei Wei.
He stood there dumbly, watching Bei Wei throw herself into the young man's arms without a second thought. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his expression turned awkward.
That Bentley could buy ten of his cars, and as for looks, that guy could beat him black and blue. He could chase her for eight lifetimes and still never catch up.
Even from this far away, he felt completely outclassed.
His face flushed red. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Not far away, beside the Bentley Continental GT, Zhang Yang held the soft, sweet-smelling Bei Wei and gently stroked her long hair.
"Hm?" Bei Wei spotted a long black hair on Zhang Yang's shoulder. She gave him a look that was half amused, half suspicious. "Be good and confess. Have you been sneaking around?"
Zhang Yang had never faced this sort of situation before. He felt a little awkward, but at least she hadn't managed to scare him.
After all, Bei Wei didn't look genuinely angry or like she was there to interrogate him.
"That's strange. Where did this hair come from?" Zhang Yang took the long strand from Bei Wei's hand and examined it closely, his face full of confusion.
"Silly, I was just trying to scare you." Bei Wei gazed at Zhang Yang, then suddenly burst out laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned close to his ear. "Welcome home, sweetheart."
Hearing the sweet girl's soft