"I want you to keep releasing new songs!"
Duan Wanjun had gradually gotten used to his opening line and knew that Su Yang liked her.
However, Duan Wanjun had her principles and refused to give in.
"Second Sister, you said the same thing last time. I don't care, you have to come to my place tonight, or I'll follow you to Duanjia Villa and stay there."
Su Yang noticed Duan Wanjun's gradual changes and decisively launched his offensive.
He believed he would win over Duan Wanjun soon.
"If you write a zither piece that meets my standards, I might consider giving it to you!"
Duan Wanjun extended her delicate hand and tapped Su Yang's forehead.
"Alright, I'll work hard to write a zither piece, and Second Sister, you just get clean and wait for me."
"You're so annoying, you're terrible..."
Duan Xiaosi, not far away, was extremely envious. Ever since Yang Wudi died,
She had slowly moved on from that relationship. Seeing how good Su Yang was to her Third Sister, giving her a luxury car worth hundreds of millions to drive around,
And writing zither scores for her Second Sister, plus being good to the other sisters.
Duan Xiaosi thought for a moment and took a few steps forward, "Mr. Su, hello!"
"Oh, it's you. Hello."
Su Yang's brief reply was followed by him continuing his conversation with Duan Wanjun about music.
"Mr. Su, you're always welcome to visit Duanjia Villa. If there's a chance, I'll personally cook for you."
Duan Wanjun also hoped her sister and Su Yang would mend their relationship. "Yes, Fourth Sister's cooking is good. You can try her specialty dishes."
"Okay, I'll go if I get the chance."
Su Yang's response remained indifferent, leaving Duan Xiaosi feeling a bit awkward.
She had looked down on Su Yang when he saved her.
Later, because of Yang Wudi, she had mocked and ridiculed Su Yang.
Now, with the situation in Songhai drastically changed, Duan Xiaosi felt isolated by everyone.
Therefore, she also wanted to find a powerful backer, or a boyfriend.
"Second Sister, I think a zither piece needs two people playing together to spark inspiration. Why don't I come over tonight and we can study and practice together?"
Su Yang said earnestly, and Duan Wanjun didn't think much of it.
"Okay, see you tonight!"
Duan Wanjun waved goodbye and returned home with her sisters to prepare.
Outside the Bai family's residence.
Duan Xiaosan stopped her Lamborghini and left.
Bai Xin'hui said enviously, "Sigh, it's an advantage to be good-looking. You can get a luxury car just by waving your hand!"
"Here, you can drive it too if you want!"
Su Yang handed over the car keys, but Bai Xin'hui refused to take them.
"Forget it, you should go home. I need to get busy too."
"Alright, I'll come find you in a few days when you're feeling better!"
"Pfft! You're always thinking about that..."
Bai Xin'hui's face flushed red, and she hurried away.
Su Yang smiled and drove his new car back home.
After leaving the Bai family, the car was driving on the road.
At this moment, several cars were tailing him from behind.
Looking through the rearview mirror, the people in those cars all had fierce expressions.
Moreover, they were holding firearms.
Su Yang's brows furrowed. It seemed someone wanted to kill him.
—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several bullets were fired, from silenced guns.
Su Yang swerved left and right, narrowly avoiding the bullets.
The new car was almost riddled with holes.
"Bastards, dare to race with me?"
Su Yang cursed, flooring the accelerator. The four exhaust pipes of the Lamborghini spewed out fiery plumes.
—Roar roar roar roar!
The Lamborghini suddenly accelerated, weaving through the road at over two hundred kilometers per hour.
The cars he overtook were too scared to move.
The cars behind them reacted, but Su Yang was already far away.
"Damn it, what kind of car is this..."
...
Su Yang rushed back to Longpan One.
He got out of the car to inspect it. The car was undamaged, except for the four exhaust pipes that were glowing red hot.
"Hello, Mr. Su. We meet again."
Hearing someone call him, Su Yang turned around.
It was his new neighbor, He Ying.
"Hello, Miss He."
"Mr. Su, I just bought some fish. Would you like to come to my place for dinner?"
"No, thank you."
Su Yang smiled and politely declined her offer.
He Ying then said, "To be honest, my drain is clogged, and I was hoping you could help me."
"You've only been here a few days, and it's already clogged?"
Su Yang's eyelids twitched. He instinctively glanced at her floral dress, wondering if the drain was really clogged.
He Ying smiled sweetly, "I've just been washing a lot of things, so it got clogged!"
"Alright then."
Su Yang looked at the time; it was still early, and he had nothing urgent to do.
The two walked for a few minutes and entered the Jiangshui One villa.
He Ying's house had no maids or drivers, which explained why she went grocery shopping herself.
"Is it in the kitchen?"
"Yes."
Su Yang squatted down and carefully inspected the drain.
He Ying, holding a kitchen knife, stared at him and slowly relaxed her grip.
—It's not time yet. This guy has an indestructible body; this knife won't break his defense.
He Ying thought for a moment and continued to chop vegetables, preparing to cook.
Su Yang stirred, and the water flowed smoothly down the drain.
He stood up to wash his hands, just as He Ying finished chopping the vegetables.
"Thank you, Mr. Su. Please have a seat for a moment. I'll be ready soon."
Su Yang nodded and sat on the sofa.
On the table were several CDs.
Each one was labeled: "Blue and White Porcelain," "Faraway," "Lone Brave."
There was also a poetry collection, which included "Thinking of Linglong."
—Is this woman really a loyal fan?
Su Yang felt a little proud. After all, these were just his hobbies, and he had managed to gain a fan.
And she was a beautiful and wealthy woman.
At this moment, He Ying untied her apron and slowly sat beside him.
"Mr. Su, this ancient poem of yours is quite good. Was it written for Miss Duan Linglong of the Duan family?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And your songs, each one has a different style. I really like them!"
He Ying smiled sweetly and took out a pen.
"Mr. Su, could you write me a few autographs?"
Su Yang smiled, took the pen, and quickly signed.
His signature flowed like water, a single, continuous stroke, with a flamboyant style.
—It seems I have the potential to be a big star!
He Ying sat closer again and pulled at her white shirt.
"Mr. Su, please sign here too."
Su Yang leaned in to write his name, but He Ying let go again.
"Mr. Su, it would be easier to write if something was placed underneath."
He Ying straightened her back, her two large mounds pressing against her white shirt.
—Damn! What does this woman mean?
Although Su Yang was confused, he slowly wrote his name, stroke by stroke.
At close range, he could smell He Ying's faint fragrance, like ripe peaches on a tree.
He glanced down, estimating her size to be a large D, with a prominent cleavage.
He Ying reached out and pulled Su Yang's head down, holding it in place.
"Mr. Su, do you like this fragrance?"
"I do, but I dare not smell it too much. I'm afraid I'll be suffocated by you."
Su Yang looked up. This woman was truly bold.
But she was his fan, so he held back.
"Mr. Su, you don't need to worry. I don't have a husband or boyfriend, and I don't need you to take responsibility."