C5 Take Me for a Ride!

Chen Zhixuan flashed a grin and teased, "Sorry, Fatty, I've been raking it in with stocks lately. Hop in, I'll take you for a spin."

"You got it!"

Fatty Zhang beamed as he swung open the door and settled into the passenger seat.

"Hey, Chen Zhixuan, got room for one more?"

Just then, Tang Wanli sidled up with a beaming smile.

"Uh..." Chen Zhixuan hesitated, then said with a hint of regret, "But there are only two seats in my car."

Tang Wanli tossed her hair, flashing a seductive smile. "Come on, you've got a convertible. Just fold the top down, and I can perch on the back edge, easy peasy."

"Okay."

Chen Zhixuan mulled it over and nodded.

He hit the button to retract the convertible top, and as dozens of onlookers watched, the top folded away, unveiling the Bugatti's opulent interior and sparking a wave of envy.

Tang Wanli, thrilled, stepped into the car and then called out to a bewildered Han Qiuran, "Qiuran, what are you doing standing there? Come on, join us!"

"Me?" Han Qiuran blinked, her pretty eyes wide as she glanced at Chen Zhixuan. It was his car, after all; she couldn't presume to join without an invitation.

"Qiuran, if you're up for it, come along," Chen Zhixuan offered with a casual shrug.

"I..." Han Qiuran clasped her hands together, her breath quickening with nerves. Truth be told, she was eager to join, but pride held her back.

"What are you waiting for? Get in already!"

Impatient, Tang Wanli leapt from the car, strode over with her long legs, and pulled Han Qiuran toward the vehicle.

"Qiuran!"

Chen Shaoqiang, unable to hide his irritation, called out to her sharply.

"Do you need something, Chen Shaoqiang?" Han Qiuran inquired, turning back.

Chen Shaoqiang blurted out, "Qiuran, ride with me. My car's got plenty of room. No need to squeeze into the back of his."

Han Qiuran flashed an awkward smile and declined, "Thank you, but no need."

With that, she gave Chen Zhixuan a nod and added, "We're good."

"OK."

Chen Zhixuan grinned, fired up the sports car, and the growl of the engine filled the air once more.

He glanced over at Chen Shaoqiang, a knowing smile on his face, then floored the accelerator. The Bugatti surged forward like a released arrow.

"Damn it!"

Chen Shaoqiang, fuming, could only stomp his feet in frustration.

...

"Wow! This is amazing!"

Tang Wanli, sprawled in the back seat, stretched out her arms and closed her eyes, shouting with pure joy.

"Qiuran, come on, shout with me! It's like we're in a dream. I never want to wake up!"

Tang Wanli was lost in the moment.

To her, the current scene was straight out of a movie.

"Show a little decorum. People can hear you," Han Qiuran chided, giving her a look.

"What's there to worry about? Didn't Chen Zhixuan have a crush on you back in school? And now he's made it big. Aren't you even a little bit interested in him?"

Tang Wanli teased, her smile playful.

"Stop it! We're just friends," Han Qiuran protested, her cheeks coloring.

Truth be told, Chen Zhixuan was too average back then. A top student, sure, but who cared about that in a world so focused on material things?

Now, however, with his wealth and looks, he was suddenly far more intriguing.

"Zhixuan, what have you been up to this past year? How did you earn so much money? You're not into drug trafficking, are you?"

Fatty Zhang inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Chen Zhixuan just smiled, keeping the secret of the system to himself.

"If I told you I was dealing arms, would you believe me?"

"No way!"

All three shook their heads in unison.

"Exactly," Chen Zhixuan said with an eye roll. "I just made some money trading stocks and played with leverage."

Leverage?

Seriously? Can you really make a billion just by leveraging?

Don't we all know Chen Zhixuan's family background? There's no way he could've earned that much money just from trading stocks. Since Chen Zhixuan kept mum, they wisely didn't press him for details.

"By the way, where are we heading for fun?" Tang Wanli leaned in, her perfume wafting into Chen Zhixuan's nostrils.

"Pick any place you like. Money is no object for me!" Chen Zhixuan declared with a grand gesture.

"Xuanzi, you've got style! I've heard the Heavenly Night Club downtown is top-notch. It's supposedly the most upscale club in town, with all the bells and whistles!" Fatty Zhang said excitedly, his enthusiasm palpable.

"Sounds good! Let's hit up the Heavenly Night Club!" Chen Zhixuan said with a grin.

"Huh? Weren't we supposed to go sing with Chen Shaoqiang and the rest?" Han Qiuran asked, confused.

Tang Wanli gave her a nudge. "Are you kidding? Why settle for karaoke with Chen Shaoqiang when we could be living it up at the city's finest Heavenly Night Club?"

"You've got a point..." Han Qiuran murmured, barely audible.

...

Half an hour later, the group made their way to the Heavenly Night Club.

The club, a beacon of leisure and entertainment, truly stood out in the district.

Upon entering the grand lobby, they were immediately taken aback by its opulent decor.

"Good evening, sir, may I offer you a parking space?" The lobby manager, spotting Chen Zhixuan's supercar, approached with a beaming smile.

Without a word, Chen Zhixuan tossed the Bugatti keys to him.

Catching sight of the gleaming big B emblem, the manager was visibly flabbergasted. These four casually dressed young men had arrived in a multimillion-dollar Bugatti!

With the manager's enthusiastic guidance, Chen Zhixuan spared no expense and booked the club's most extravagant and priciest private room.

His rationale was simple. As Chen Zhixuan put it, he'd never indulged in such luxuries before, and now that he could afford it, it was time to live a little.

"Mr. Xuan, you're incredible! This private room must have set you back a pretty penny!"

Led by a stunning waitress, Fatty Zhang's legs turned to jelly as they entered the sprawling private room, nearly two hundred square meters in size.

"It's not too pricey—just a mere 100,000 yuan for the whole night."

"100,000?!"

Fatty Zhang, along with Tang Wanli and Han Qiuran, nearly let out a shriek upon hearing the cost.

100,000 yuan for one night? That's more than what an average person earns in two years, just for the room!

"Let's go, let's go! Order whatever drinks you like, whatever food you crave."

Chen Zhixuan sauntered over to the leather couch and sprawled out with ease. Damn, being wealthy felt incredible; even the couch felt like a slice of heaven.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?"

A uniformed, beaming waitress approached him.

Chen Zhixuan didn't miss a beat, pulling out 30 yuan from his backpack and tossing it onto the coffee table.

"Bring me everything—the imported stuff, beers, whites, reds. And get all the prettiest girls in this place over here. Money is no object for me!"

With those words, he grabbed a wad of cash, a sly grin playing on his lips, and nonchalantly stuffed it into the inner pocket of the waitress's blazer.