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After saying that, Pei Yan felt his wording was not precise enough and explained again, "I mean, the two of you have very similar presences. Like the feeling of senior company executives sitting together to discuss a partnership."

Cheng Yu nodded expressionlessly, accepting Pei Yan's explanation.

Pei Yan did not want to dwell on the matter any longer, lest he accidentally stepped on a landmine and made Cheng Yu bristle. He quickly changed the subject. "I'm going to the supercar club tonight. Want to come with me?"

Since he had nowhere else to go anyway, Cheng Yu was about to agree when Cheng Shao emerged from the restroom, still flicking water from his hands. Catching the last sentence with his sharp ears, he immediately asked nervously, "What club?"

"The supercar club." Pei Yan rolled his eyes at Cheng Shao, clearly knowing what he was worried about. "It's a sports car club put together by the more fun-loving people in our circle. I'm planning to get my driver's license after my eighteenth birthday, and my dad wants to give me a car. He asked what model I liked, but I don't know much about this stuff yet, so I wanted to go take a look first."

Cheng Shao let out a relieved breath. "That's good."

Looking at Cheng Shao acting so jumpy, Cheng Yu could not help shaking his head. He truly could not understand why. He had never been a well-behaved little darling growing up, yet in Cheng Shao's eyes, he seemed like some pure, refined white lotus untouched by the world. Where on earth had this eight-hundred-degree-myopia filter come from?

Noticing the inexplicably disgusted look from his younger brother, Cheng Shao rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly. "I've never been to a supercar club either. How about I come with you tonight?"

Pei Yan had no objections. Besides, although Cheng Shao was ostensibly discussing it with both of them, his gaze had been glued to Cheng Yu the entire time. It was obvious that even if Pei Yan objected, it probably would not matter.

Cheng Yu was even more indifferent about it. He only reminded Cheng Shao of one thing. "Remember to call her and let her know. Otherwise, they'll worry about you."

At that, Cheng Shao's heart tightened, and he asked reflexively, "Then you...?"

Cheng Yu said, "I'll call Grandpa and Grandma."

Looking at Cheng Yu's expressionless face, Cheng Shao did not dare say anything more.

Seeing the pressure in the air drop again, Pei Yan coughed lightly and deliberately changed the subject. "I'll call my cousin and have him come pick us up."

The supercar club Pei Yan mentioned was also in the eastern outskirts of Yanjing. When Cheng Yu got out of the car, he looked around and discovered that the place was quite close to Zhao Jinchui's plot of land, only about half an hour away by car.

"What are you looking at?" Before entering, Pei Yan glanced at Cheng Yu, who was standing in place and looking around. He was even worried that Cheng Yu might be uncomfortable because it was his first time at a place like this. Just as he was about to say they could go in together so Cheng Yu would not reveal his country-bumpkin roots, Cheng Yu still wore that expressionless, world-weary face. With both hands in his pockets and his chin raised, he strolled through the entrance. As he walked, he casually surveyed the surroundings. Beneath his unruffled expression was even the faintest trace of pickiness and disdain.

The crowd on the steps unconsciously moved aside, stopping in their tracks as they stared at Cheng Yu's face. Even the lively, boisterous chatter dropped several decibels without anyone noticing. His presence was so overbearing that it seemed as though Cheng Yu had not come here for the first time to broaden his horizons, but to inspect the place.

Only when Cheng Yu reached the top of the steps did he realize something was wrong. Turning around, he found that there was indeed no one behind him. Cheng Shao, Pei Yan, and Pei Yan's cousin were all standing dumbfounded at the foot of the stairs like three silly geese.

Cheng Yu rolled his eyes discreetly. One hand remained in his pocket while he pulled the other out and crooked a finger at Pei Yan and the other two.

Standing below the steps, Zhou Boyuan sucked in a breath and turned to remark to Pei Yan, "Your classmate really is..."

Really was what? With Cheng Yu's biological older brother standing right there, Zhou Boyuan did not dare say more. He simply lowered his head and hurried up the stairs behind Pei Yan and Cheng Shao. Cheng Yu had already turned and gone inside.

As Cheng Yu entered the venue, someone stopped him. "You're Cheng Yu, right? I heard my grandfather mention you. I'm He Chengye. You can call me Steven. I'm—"

"Grandpa He's grandson. Aren't you studying in M Country?" Cheng Yu lowered his eyes to the right hand He Chengye extended and shook it.

He Chengye smiled. "Looks like my grandfather mentioned me to you too."

Cheng Yu raised an eyebrow, clearly too lazy to answer such a question.

Cheng Shao and the other two caught up from behind. Upon seeing He Chengye chatting with Cheng Yu, Zhou Boyuan's eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward with a smile. "Hey, Steven. When did you come back? You didn't even call to invite everyone out for a get-together."

He Chengye looked at Zhou Boyuan, then at Cheng Shao and Pei Yan, and smiled. "It's summer break, so I flew back to see Grandpa. I didn't expect to spend the whole evening hearing him talk about someone else's kid."

As he spoke, He Chengye looked at Cheng Yu again and smiled. "I heard you're especially good at the Tai Chi Sword and Xingyi Boxing. Would you be interested in teaching me? My grandfather is always complaining that Grandpa Chen's grandson goes with him for morning exercise every day. Compared to that, I seem especially unfilial."

Before Cheng Yu could respond, He Chengye added, "In exchange, how about I teach you how to drive?"

Cheng Yu raised an eyebrow. It was not that he looked down on He Chengye's driving skills; he simply thought He Chengye's logic was a little flawed. "If you want to make Grandpa He happy, why not practice swordsmanship with Grandpa He?"

He Chengye smiled. "I want to give him a surprise."

"Then you can find my grandfather." Cheng Yu earnestly suggested, "Someone like you, with no foundation at all, would be better off finding a patient teacher—"

"Princess Qianqian!" A loud shout came from the crowd. A hip-hop-styled boy with dyed yellow hair pushed his way through the crowd and walked up to Cheng Yu, grinning smugly. "Never thought I'd run into you here. Don't you not have a driver's license? Can you even drive? If you can't drive but still came to a supercar club, are you planning to sit in the stands and watch the show? That doesn't really fit your personality of always loving to steal the spotlight!"

Before Cheng Yu could respond, Yellow Hair laughed arrogantly again. Pointing at his five-million Ferrari, he provoked, "But whatever. I'm in a good mood today. If you smile at me, then call me big brother, I might consider saving the passenger seat for you."