Under Lin Yutang’s earnest and pleading gaze, Lu Chaosheng agreed. “I won’t tell my dad.”
The light in Lin Yutang’s eyes brightened considerably. “Thank you, brother! You’re so kind!”
She was already handing out good-person cards.
Lu Chaosheng half-lifted his eyelids, those pitch-black eyes staring at her like a bottomless abyss. “But I have conditions.”
“…Can you not speak in fragments next time!”
Lin Yutang had only been delighted for a few seconds before he doused her with cold water.
She had a feeling that this perverted brother’s conditions wouldn’t be simple.
But Lu Chaosheng only slightly raised his chin, pointing toward the direction of the house. “I need to do push-ups to maintain upper body strength for racing. The equipment in the home gym is broken. You’ll accompany me to do push-ups.”
“That’s it?” Lin Yutang looked at him suspiciously.
Lu Chaosheng lowered his gaze without changing his expression, a hint of mischief flickering deep in his eyes.
“Yeah, that simple.”
It wasn’t until they returned to the Lu residence that Lin Yutang realized she had been too naive.
This perverted brother’s conditions were indeed perverted.
Even the Lu family’s gym was impressive, with a dedicated yoga room that looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time, yet the servants still kept it spotless with daily cleaning.
Now, the two of them were in the yoga room, the door tightly shut, the floor covered with linen carpets and soft mats that felt plush underfoot.
Lu Chaosheng pointed at a mat not far away. “Lie flat on that.”
Lin Yutang swallowed nervously, not quite understanding, but she obediently did as told.
She lay on the mat and looked up at Lu Chaosheng in confusion. “Then what? Aren’t I supposed to be doing push-ups with you?”
Lu Chaosheng let out a low chuckle and lazily walked over to her. “Yeah, doing push-ups.”
He slowly leaned down.
A dark shadow loomed over Lin Yutang’s vision as she watched this man plant both palms on either side of her body, his entire upper body suspended above her.
He had practically caged her beneath him.
His breath carried a faint warmth, brushing past her jaw, his soft exhales landing just above her lips.
“Like this—doing push-ups over you, little sister.”
The position was too intimate and overwhelmingly invasive. Lin Yutang felt the air around them instantly grow thick.
Her lashes trembled violently, and a blush crept up her cheeks.
“You…”
“What about me?” Lu Chaosheng looked down at the girl so close to him. “Can’t brother do push-ups here?”
Lin Yutang wanted to say of course he couldn’t.
But she had already agreed to his conditions.
She spoke cautiously. “Can I switch positions to accompany you? Like, counting for you from beside you?”
“No.” Lu Chaosheng rejected her outright. “Lie still. I’m about to do push-ups.”
The warmth of his body seeped through his thin clothes and transferred to Lin Yutang.
She was terrified that if she wasn’t careful, she might accidentally touch some of Lu Chaosheng’s more private areas.
Lin Yutang lay still, her two fair little hands resting at her sides, thinking she just needed to endure a minute or two and it would be over.
The boys at school could only do five or six pull-ups during physical fitness tests, and only about twenty push-ups in a minute.
But she hadn’t anticipated that Lu Chaosheng had astonishing stamina.
At eighteen years old, with year-round training and fitness, and as a semi-professional racing driver who underwent brutal training, he placed great importance on upper body strength and core endurance.
Lin Yutang silently counted in her head. When she reached 100, the man above her was still doing them with ease.
Only a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.
She gritted her teeth and whispered, “Brother, are you done yet?”
“Not yet, little sister.” Lu Chaosheng curved his lips, his voice lazy and husky. “Men can’t be too fast, don’t you think?”
“…”
Lin Yutang blinked, and when she realized what kind of dirty joke he was making, she immediately raised her hand and shoved his chest.
“You—you pervert! Always saying these ambiguous things to me!”
Lu Chaosheng gave a noncommittal smile. “Feel better after cursing?”
He maintained his steady rhythm, doing push-ups with mechanical regularity.
Pretending not to notice the blush spreading from Lin Yutang’s ears across her cheeks.
On the day they returned to school, Uncle Han had the family driver take them both back.
The Lu family’s garage was spacious and grand, with all sorts of luxury cars neatly arranged, including some collector’s edition vehicles rarely seen on the market.
Lin Yutang went downstairs first and asked the driver to pick a low-key black car—but even that one was worth over two million yuan.
On a university campus, it was still a rare sight of luxury.
As they neared the residential area, Lu Chaosheng, who had been resting with his eyes closed the whole way, suddenly opened them. “Park at the east side gate of the residential area first, then take me to the main gate.”
The driver responded promptly. “Got it!”
The east side gate of the residential area was far from all the dormitory buildings, and there was a small river outside that occasionally gave off a foul smell. Few students ever used that gate to return to their dorms.
Lin Yutang knew Lu Chaosheng had the driver stop at the east side gate for her sake.
She licked her lips.
Suddenly, she felt that this perverted brother was occasionally pretty decent after all.
When she got out of the car, she waved goodbye to the two people inside.
An umbrella was placed in front of her.
From inside the car came Lu Chaosheng’s clear, slightly hoarse voice, “It’s drizzling outside. Take the umbrella back so you don’t catch a cold.”
“Thanks!” Lin Yutang smiled softly, took the umbrella, opened it, and jogged back while dragging her suitcase.
She was also the last one to return to the dormitory.
Jian Ying was lying on the bed, comfortably crossing her legs: “Do you guys know about the Jingda Tree Hole? It’s like the confession wall from high school—you can post anonymously on this mini-program.”
“Didn’t know before, but now that you mention it, I do.” Ni Qianqian replied with a lisp while applying a face mask.
Jian Ying continued chattering to herself, “The Jingda Tree Hole has been all about a freshman guy lately—Lu Chaosheng. Have you guys heard of him?”
Lin Yutang’s hands, which were packing her luggage, paused for a moment, and she silently lowered her head.
Ji Shuning became interested and deliberately glanced at Lin Yutang, who was almost burying her head into her suitcase.
“Of course I’ve heard of him—the young master of the Lu family in Jinghai.”
“Mm-hmm, right!” Jian Ying nodded. “That’s him. Who in all of Jinghai doesn’t know him? Great family background, outstanding looks, and a body that clearly screams he can go several rounds in one night! I heard he’s been studying abroad, so I wonder why he suddenly came back to Jinghai for university…”
Ni Qianqian’s face mask almost fell off. “Xiao Ying, you really don’t stop until you drop a bombshell! You were just praising his family and looks, and suddenly you’re praising that aspect of him…”
“I’m not just making things up—during late-night talks in my high school dorm, everyone was discussing photos of him skiing and racing cars!” Jian Ying chuckled. “You know what I mean~ High nose bridge, long fingers!”
Ji Shuning gave Lin Yutang a look: “I get it, I get it~ Tangtang, do you get it?”
“…” Lin Yutang’s face had already turned as red as a ripe tomato.
She shook her head vigorously.
She inexplicably thought of that day on the courtyard lounge chair, when Lu Chaosheng asked her.
Is it big, are you satisfied.
“Huh?” Jian Ying suddenly sat up from the bed. “Tangtang, come over here and look—is this photo in this post you?”