“Come, come, Zhi Zhi, take a look—is it him?”
Wen Zhi leaned in for a closer look. The man in the photo seemed to be seated in a VIP area, speaking with a person in charge beside him in profile. Yet, his sculpted features were still stunningly eye-catching at first glance.
It was indeed him.
“So this is Su Wenjing. No wonder the name sounded so familiar,” Wen Zhi mused thoughtfully.
“Wahhh, exactly! So, do you realize now what a bombshell of a big shot you had dinner with tonight?!”
“Hmm, but I thought he was quite easy to talk to?” Wen Zhi wondered.
He didn’t seem at all like the cold, indifferent-toward-women type they described.
Liang Zhi Ruo, who had been quietly enjoying the gossip, chimed in with a deadpan expression: “Is it possible that even he couldn’t resist someone as adorable as you—with your flawless looks, exceptional poise, and those captivating, limpid autumn eyes that move people at a glance?”
“Maybe?” Wen Zhi blinked her long, delicate lashes, looking utterly innocent.
“If you prosper, don’t forget me!” Li Yue rushed over, clasping Wen Zhi’s shoulders with both hands, gazing at her with deep solemnity.
Wen Zhi lowered her head and laughed helplessly, like honey in early spring—sweet but not cloying, pure and enchanting.
“You’d be better off reading more domineering CEO romance novels.”
Wen Zhi pushed her hands away and went to sit at her own spot, rubbing her shoulders.
Today had been a bit tiring for her.
“Hmph, just you wait. I bet you and Su Wenjing aren’t done yet—there’s definitely more to come!” Li Yue retorted defiantly, crossing her arms and speaking with conviction.
“Plus one! I think so too,” Zhang Tingting popped her head out from behind, adding her two cents as if joining the fun.
Wen Zhi wasn’t interested in their bet. To quickly end the topic, she humored them: “Alright, alright, go ahead and bet. If you lose, go find Su Wenjing yourselves for compensation.”
Hearing this, it was clear Wen Zhi didn’t take the matter seriously at all.
Somehow, Li Yue and the others suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness—what was going on?
It seemed this Miss Wen truly had no idea how attractive her face was to men!
Not just beautiful, but pure! Her complexion was clear and dewy, utterly likable no matter how you looked at it.
Though still somewhat unwilling, seeing Wen Zhi’s indifferent expression, they all gradually dispersed and returned to their own spots. The dormitory quieted down once more.
After Su Wenjing left with Wen Zhi, Song Bojian started howling in the brothers’ group chat.
Song Bojian: 【!!! Ahhhhhhh I can’t stand Su Wenjing this flirt anymore】
Song Bojian: 【Abandoning friends for beauty and leaving me at Haida University is bad enough! But he even has the nerve to go cradle-robbing!!】
Song Bojian: 【How does he have the face?! That junior is only a freshman!】
Fu Chuqi: 【Whoa, really for real?】
Lin He: 【Is this your first day knowing him? @Song Bojian】
Song Bojian: 【Smile.jpg】
Fu Chuqi: 【But this time he actually drove off with a girl? Has he changed his ways and started taking interest in women?】
Song Bojian: 【Who knows. (Smile.jpg)】
Right now, Song Bojian was furious, feeling utterly betrayed.
He had already sent countless “death smiles” in the group chat, and instead of comforting him, Lin He and the others dragged him into gossip, asking what the girl looked like, which college she was from, and why they were walking together…
Song Bojian: 【I don’t know a damn thing (death smile.jpg)】
Song Bojian: 【Keep asking, and I’ll curse both of you along with him!!】
He even tossed a dinosaur breathing fire emoji into the group.
By the time Su Wenjing returned home and opened his phone, he saw Song Bojian complaining about him in the group.
Slouching lazily on the sofa, a few strands of his black hair fell across his forehead, his jawline sharp and defined, and a faint, elusive smile played at the corners of his lips—casual yet captivating.
His fingers moved lightly across the screen, and once done, he tossed the phone onto the table and headed straight to the bedroom.
Meanwhile, in the group chat, Su Wenjing’s message lay there:
【Stop barking. Take the Pagani Zonda from my garage for a spin.】
Song Bojian: 【!!! Bro, my dearest Jing-ge, I apologize for what I said earlier. I knew you wouldn’t just ditch me on purpose. That junior must’ve needed your help, right? How could our understanding and warm-hearted Su ever ignore someone in need?】
Song Bojian: 【Please don’t hold it against me. How could I be so ungrateful and bite the hand that feeds me? I deserve to be scolded!】
Fu Chuqi: 【??】
Fu Chuqi: 【Su, how about you stand me up once too? I want your Rolls-Royce Phantom. (pleading.jpg)】
Lin He: 【What to do? My friend’s good fortune is making me jealous and resentful. (smile.jpg)】
Unfortunately, Su Wenjing paid no attention to their banter.
A few days later
As night fell, neon lights flickered amidst the city’s bustle, resembling scattered stars. In a corner of this vibrant metropolis, hidden away, was an upscale bar named “Stellar Pavilion.”
The exterior of Stellar Pavilion was modern yet elegant, with massive floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the neon glow from the streets. Inside, the bar exuded luxury, with gold and black as the dominant colors, showcasing understated opulence.
On the first floor, the lights flashed chaotically—a cluster of blue beams swept past, followed by streaks of green lasers. The noise and commotion made it clear this wasn’t a place for serious discussions.
Yet, ironically, many business deals were brokered in such settings.
In a VIP lounge on the third floor, Su Wenjing was casually hanging out with Song Bojian and the others.
At that moment, his hair seemed even shorter than before, giving him a handsome and refined profile from the side. Only his signature peach blossom eyes remained slightly upturned, maintaining his lazy demeanor.
His tie hung loosely around his neck, appearing both elegant and charming.
He tapped idly on his phone.
Song Bojian sat beside him, wearing an ingratiating smile. He tried to massage Su Wenjing’s shoulders as a gesture of gratitude for the Pagani sports car Su Wenjing had gifted him.
However, Su Wenjing pushed his hand away disdainfully and said coolly, “What, not calling me someone who abandons friends for a pretty face anymore?”
“Heh, who said that? I never said such a thing!” As soon as the words left his mouth, seeing Su Wenjing about to scroll through the chat history for evidence, Song Bojian immediately covered his hand.
“Don’t, bro, I was wrong. I made a mountain out of a molehill and talked nonsense!”
He was shameless to the extreme at that moment.
But Song Bojian declared that being able to get that Pagani made all of this worth it!!
A man must know when to yield and when to stand firm!
Su Wenjing clicked his tongue lightly. “Alright, get back to your seat. For the sake of a car, you make it sound like the Song family has mistreated you.”
Hearing this, not only Song Bojian, but even Fu Chuqi, whose face was always handsome and gentle, looked incredulous. He protested indignantly, “Damn, does that even sound right?! Is this car just any ordinary car?!”
The latest Pagani Zonda, renowned for its convertible design and extreme performance, was reserved by Su Wenjing as soon as pre-sales began—only five were available worldwide!
Who could possibly outbid him?