Chapter 512: Shen Anyu is the boyfriend of goddess Zhou Luyao?
Others practice martial arts, I cultivate immortality, a dimensionality reduction strike!
'From Southern Border, could that stunning red-clothed woman be the Southern Border Goddess from Long Hao's memory, the Child of Destiny of the Rebirth Investment genre?'
'I look forward to the day I meet her; her expression will surely be very interesting.'
Shen Anyu's lips curled into a smile; he didn't plan to meet the red-clothed woman immediately. A good tool like the Divine Love Dream Talisman should naturally be used multiple times, it was especially stimulating.
...
Soon, the gathering came to an end. Laughter and conversation spilled out from the private room as the group of former classmates, now navigating their adult lives, made their way out. Some stumbled towards the curb to hail taxis, while others headed for the sprawling underground parking lot.
This was the moment Tang Kun had been waiting for. The quiet resentment simmering within him throughout the dinner now boiled over into a surge of adrenaline. He shot a disdainful, almost pitying glance at Shen Anyu, a silent challenge that went completely unnoticed. Then, he turned and sprinted deep into the concrete labyrinth of the parking lot. A few moments later, a guttural roar tore through the quiet hum of the garage, a sound so aggressive and powerful it vibrated through the floor.
Heads snapped in its direction. Amidst a collective gasp of shock and awe, a machine of impossible beauty and aggression screamed out from the shadows. A Bugatti Veyron, its chassis painted in a shade of brilliant, liquid chrome that seemed to absorb and magnify the dim garage lights, carved a path toward them.
"Oh my god, it's a Bugatti Veyron! A real one! A top-tier hypercar like that, right here in Hangzhou!" one classmate shrieked, fumbling for his phone. "I've only ever seen pictures of these online! I have to get this on my Moments, or no one will ever believe me!"
"Heavens, that's a limited edition model! That thing must be worth a small fortune!" another exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of envy and disbelief. "Who the hell owns this? This is beyond extravagant! You'd need a family fortune in the hundreds of billions to even think about buying a car like this!"
"Look at it! It makes those BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes look like children's toys!" a girl whispered, her eyes wide. "They're just... overshadowed. Completely insignificant."
The air crackled with excited chatter, the group pressing forward as if drawn by a magnetic force, their phones held up like offerings to a modern deity of steel and speed.
Only two people remained completely unmoved by the spectacle. Shen Anyu's expression was one of mild, detached amusement, as if watching a particularly predictable play unfold. And beside him, Zhou Luyao stood with a serene calm. Having already experienced the world of true, immeasurable wealth at Shen Anyu's side, having ridden in the silent, regal cabin of his Rolls-Royce Phantom, this loud display of power felt… crude. Brash. Every person there, combined, wasn't as wealthy as the man whose arm she held.
Even Zhao Fansheng, the bona fide rich second-generation, felt a sharp pang of envy. His family's company was on the verge of going public, a significant achievement, yet he knew with crushing certainty that a limited-edition Bugatti Veyron would forever remain beyond his grasp. The chasm between the merely rich and the truly wealthy was vast and unforgiving.
'Still,' Zhao Fansheng thought, his gaze shifting reverently towards Shen Anyu, 'compared to that man, this Veyron is nothing more than a toy. If Young Master Shen wanted, he could buy the entire Bugatti parent company without a second thought.'
As the chrome beast slowed to a predatory crawl, the driver's side door swung upwards like the wing of some exotic insect. The figure that emerged sent a wave of stupefied silence through the crowd.
"How is this possible? It's... it's actually Tang Kun?"
Disbelief hung thick in the air. Jaws were agape. The image of the humble, slightly awkward Tang Kun they remembered from university simply could not reconcile with the man now leaning against a multi-million-dollar hypercar.
Tang Kun savored their shock, his chest puffing out. He leaned back against the cool metal of the Veyron, affecting an air of bored indifference. "It's just a Bugatti Veyron," he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's nothing special. I can buy a car like this whenever I feel like it."
Inside, his heart was pounding. He had received this incredible machine simply for delivering a single order of barbecue takeout. With the Takeout Tycoon System in his possession, he was a god in the making, destined for unparalleled glory. Money was no longer an object; it was a resource as infinite as the air he breathed.
His eyes, however, were locked on two people: Shen Anyu and Zhou Luyao. He desperately searched their faces, craving to see the shock and awe he saw on everyone else's. He wanted to see a flicker of regret in Zhou Luyao's eyes, a crack in Shen Anyu's calm facade.
But his heart sank. Zhou Luyao's face held no regret, only a faint, almost imperceptible trace of pity. And Shen Anyu… Shen Anyu looked completely unruffled, his placid expression unchanged, as if Tang Kun were a passing fly.
A cold fury twisted in Tang Kun's gut. He snorted, pushing himself off the car. "Zhou Luyao," he declared, his voice ringing with forced magnanimity, "I'm giving you one last chance. Come back to me. Whatever you want—villas, luxury cars, designer jewelry, anything—I'll buy it for you. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Even as he said the words, a bitter poison filled his mouth. He knew she had already been with Shen Anyu, that she was no longer the 'pure' girl he had worshipped from afar. But what could he do? He'd been a simp for her for over a decade. The obsession was too deep to simply discard. Forgiveness was his only path.
A dark, vicious thought clawed at him: 'Did Shen Anyu break her? Yao Yao is so delicate, so fragile... she couldn't possibly handle him.'
Hearing his grand declaration, Zhou Luyao didn't even bother to look at him. Instead, she tightened her grip on Shen Anyu's arm, leaning into him, and replied with a voice as cold and sharp as ice, "Tang Kun, I'll say it one last time: You're dreaming!"
She then turned her head, her entire demeanor melting as she looked up at Shen Anyu. Her charming little face bloomed into a radiant, sweet smile. "Husband, let's go."
"Okay," Shen Anyu replied, his own smile gentle. He simply raised his hand and waved it in a casual, almost lazy gesture.
In response to this simple motion, a long, magnificent silhouette detached itself from the deeper shadows of the parking garage and glided towards them. It moved with an unnerving silence, a phantom of black and silver that absorbed the light rather than reflecting it. To the utter shock of everyone present, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, the latest and most exclusive model, purred to a stop before them.
A uniformed driver emerged, his movements crisp and economical. He bowed respectfully before opening the rear passenger door.
Shen Anyu held Zhou Luyao's small hand, guiding her into the plush interior as if she were a queen ascending her throne. He followed, and with a soft whir, the tinted window slid up, sealing them off from the world. The Phantom then pulled away as silently as it had arrived, leaving a stunned and speechless crowd in its wake.
Tang Kun just stood there, his mouth hanging open, the chrome Veyron suddenly looking cheap and gaudy.
Zhao Fansheng let out a short, derisive laugh. "Tang Kun, just how much money do you think you have? You want to compare yourself to Young Master Shen?" He gestured dismissively at the departing Phantom. "That's the latest Rolls-Royce Phantom. It's worth two or three hundred million, and even if you had the cash, you couldn't get one. It's not for sale to just anyone."
The other classmates, their loyalty shifting with the tide of wealth, began to chatter excitedly, their voices laced with envy.
"My god, Yao Yao really landed on a high branch! No wonder she couldn't be bothered with Tang Kun."
"She's made it! Yao Yao is set for life! I wonder if she'll remember us poor girlfriends and help us out a little."
The whispers were like daggers in Tang Kun's ears. His face turned an ugly shade of purple. He clenched his fists, his voice trembling with rage. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Don't you dare bully a young man for being poor!"
[Akarin's Note: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Don't bully a young man for being poor" (三十年河东,三十年河西,莫欺少年穷) is an iconic line from the novel Battle Through the Heavens. It's a classic underdog protagonist's vow, meaning fortunes can change dramatically over time.]
"It's just a Rolls-Royce Phantom!" he roared, trying to reclaim his shattered pride. "I'll just go deliver more takeout! I'll buy the parent company of Rolls-Royce!"
Hurry up and deliver takeout, and buy the parent company of Rolls-Royce?
The absurdity of the statement was too much. The tense atmosphere shattered as the crowd erupted in unrestrained, mocking laughter.
Tang Kun snorted coldly, too proud to explain the miracle of his System to these ignorant fools. 'Laugh all you want,' he thought fiercely. 'With the Takeout Tycoon System, I'll be the richest man in the world. None of you will be worthy of even polishing my shoes.'
"Are you Mr. Tang Kun?"
A stern, official voice cut through the laughter. Several police officers had arrived, their expressions grim as they approached him.
"Mr. Tang Kun," the lead officer stated, his eyes cold and unwavering, "the bank has reported a massive, abnormal influx of assets into your account. You are under suspicion of being involved in large-scale money laundering and fraud. Please come with us to cooperate with our investigation."
"Huh?"
The blood drained from Tang Kun's face. He was utterly dumbfounded.
Zhao Fansheng laughed again, this time with pure, unadulterated mockery. "So that's how it is, Tang Kun. You, a takeout delivery boy, are swimming in cash because you're running scams and laundering money. No wonder! And here you were, spouting nonsense about being a 'hidden tycoon.' Is this how you hide? By committing felonies?"
"No! It's not like that! Officer, Uncle Police, please, you have to listen to my explanation!"
But his desperate pleas were ignored. Amidst his frantic protests, the officers efficiently escorted a grandly defeated Tang Kun away.
Not far away, Shen Anyu's lips curved into an amused arc. Playing with him, a takeout tycoon was still too green. He didn't even need the System; he could easily crush him with his background.
"Husband, the past few days have been a dream come true for me, I'm so happy." Zhou Luyao's small face flushed with an alluring blush, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be veiled with mist. This feeling of being respected and admired was simply wonderful. She had a few drinks at the gathering just now, and now she was a little tipsy, which added a touch of haziness and charm.
"Then aren't you going to thank your husband?" "Yes, my dear husband~"
While Shen Anyu was enjoying the tender charm, Tang Kun on the other side was accepting interrogation with a pale face, completely unable to explain the source of the enormous assets under his name. Even if the Takeout Tycoon System had completely legal channels, what about the source?
Such a huge amount of unexplained assets could not be clarified simply by being legal, especially when he was being targeted by others.
At the same time.
Wu Shenyun had already arrived in Hangzhou, her eyes cold:
"I will find you and let you know the price of humiliating me, Wu Shenyun!"
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