"Who are you?"

The uninvited guest was a man in his twenties with shiny earrings and a bold pompadour, giving him a rather unserious look. As soon as he sat down, he stared at Su Xuan with wary hostility. When the man appeared, Long Xiwén's expression changed completely. Her brow furrowed as she told him, "He's my friend. His surname is Su."

"So, it seems he's an unimportant friend, since you can't even be bothered to say his name." The man seemed to relax, turning to Long Xiwén with a fawning smile.

Little did he know, Long Xiwén had omitted Su Xuan's name precisely because she didn't want this man to know it. He wasn't on the same level as Su Xuan. Because of her work, Long Xiwén was well aware of Su Xuan's net worth.

Another reason was that Long Xiwén despised the man. He had been pestering her for some time, frequently visiting her at the police station and disrupting her work to the point she couldn't get anything done. Their only connection was that she had helped him resolve a dispute the previous year.

"Geng Feipeng, do you need something?" Long Xiwén asked, her face devoid of expression as she ignored his obsequious smile.

"Yes, I do!" Geng Feipeng's grin grew even more sycophantic. As if performing a magic trick, he produced a bright red rose. "For you. Please, you must accept it. I went to the station first, but your colleagues said you'd gone out to eat. I just knew you'd be here!"

Long Xiwén placed the rose on the table. "Alright, I've accepted it. You can go now."

"Wait!" Geng Feipeng glanced at the neglected rose, his heart aching. "Little Long, don't dismiss this just because it's a single flower. This is a Pearl Rose that a friend of mine had airfreighted from overseas. Each one costs 300,000 yuan! Just a few drops of water will reveal its magic. Here, let me show you…"

As he spoke, Geng Feipeng was about to ask the waiter for some cold water.

"That's not necessary." Long Xiwén frowned. Compared to being called 'Little Long,' she much preferred it when Su Xuan called her 'Little Wen.' She turned to Su Xuan with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry. If I'd known he would find us, I would have chosen a different place for dinner."

"Oh, I haven't even introduced myself yet!" Before Su Xuan could respond, Geng Feipeng shamelessly shifted his focus back to him. He stood up straight, extending one hand for a shake while pointing to his own face with the other. "I'm Geng Feipeng, the owner of Meisha Model Agency. A pleasure to meet you!"

"Hello." With a net worth of six hundred billion, Su Xuan's mindset was far beyond what an ordinary person could imagine. He simply smiled and extended his hand.

"Hello!" Geng Feipeng gripped Su Xuan's hand and suddenly squeezed hard.

Su Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he squeezed back with equal force.

Damn, this guy isn't just handsome; he's strong too! Geng Feipeng marveled inwardly as he doubled his effort, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He had always been naturally strong, able to crush walnuts with his bare hands since he was a teenager. His parents used to joke that he should have been a weightlifter.

Without changing his expression, Su Xuan added just a fraction more force.

Geng Feipeng's face instantly flushed from pale white to crimson red. His breathing grew ragged, and veins bulged on his neck and forehead. The intense pain forced him to double over like a cooked shrimp. Only then did Su Xuan release his grip. Geng Feipeng scrambled back to his seat, hiding his hand under the table and rubbing it furiously, certain he had torn a muscle or fractured a bone.

Seeing how easily Su Xuan had put Geng Feipeng in his place, Long Xiwén pursed her lips to hide a smile.

"Buddy, how about a couple of drinks?" Geng Feipeng suggested after catching his breath, a new plan already forming. If the handshake had been a test of brute force, then drinking would be a battle of wits. His tolerance for alcohol was immense—he could easily handle a full liter of hard liquor. This talent was a significant reason for his business success, as he had won many large contracts by drinking his clients under the table.

Besides, once he and Su Xuan start drinking, Long Xiwén won't have the heart to kick him out, will she?

With his mind working like an abacus, Geng Feipeng didn't bother waiting for Su Xuan's consent. He simply grabbed the bottle of strong liquor Long Xiwén had ordered and poured a glass for Su Xuan, not forgetting to pour one for himself. He was quite particular about it, too. He filled Su Xuan's glass three-fifths of the way, while his own was filled to the brim. He clearly thought this made him look magnanimous and gentlemanly, a show of respect for a worthy opponent.

"Oh, I'll order a couple more dishes, since I said it's my treat!" Geng Feipeng called the waiter over again. Though he said he'd order two dishes, he rattled off five or six, putting on a show of flamboyant wealth.

Watching this unfold, Long Xiwén could only shoot another apologetic glance at Su Xuan.

"So, buddy, I haven't asked. What is it you do for a living?" Geng Feipeng asked while they waited for the food.

"I'm a ride-share driver," Su Xuan replied truthfully.

"Uh… HA HA HA!" Geng Feipeng was stunned for a second before bursting into laughter. "Great job! A great job! All that freedom, you're much better off than a boss like me. I've got over a hundred employees, and they're driving me insane!"

Long Xiwén rested her forehead in her delicate hand, feeling second-hand embarrassment for Geng Feipeng. You think you're a boss? You're nothing compared to Su Xuan! He could annihilate you without a trace with just one of his assets! As for employees, Su Xuan probably has so many he couldn't even begin to count them all!

"Come on, let's drink!"

The dishes arrived quickly. Geng Feipeng raised his glass to Su Xuan, his eyes now devoid of hostility. He had apparently decided that a simple ride-share driver was no threat and not worthy of being his love rival. Su Xuan took a sip from his glass.

Geng Feipeng threw his head back and drained his in one go, then turned the empty glass toward Su Xuan. "Bottoms up!"

Su Xuan just smiled and finished his drink. He wasn't worried about drinking in the slightest. His body had been enhanced by the system so many times that his ability to process alcohol was frankly terrifying.

"Not bad!" Geng Feipeng nodded, satisfied. All he had to do was get Su Xuan drunk as quickly as possible, and then he could focus all his attention on wooing the icy Long Xiwén.

But as the drinking match continued, he slowly began to realize that he had made a terrible mistake and had walked right into his own trap…

「Meanwhile.」

Two figures stepped into the alley where the restaurant was located. They hid in the deep shadows cast by the walls, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

"Junior Sister, this is the place." The speaker was a burly, tower-like man in a black tank top that strained to contain his ferocious, knotted muscles. He was an intimidating sight.

"Then we wait." The other person was a young woman in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. She leaned against the alley wall with her arms crossed, her beautiful face as cold as ice. Her looks were captivating enough to make any man's heart race.

"Junior Sister, do you want him dead or alive?" the burly man asked.

The woman barely lifted her gaze. "Dead."

The man flexed his powerful arms. "Good thing you want him dead. If you wanted him alive, I couldn't guarantee he'd survive my first punch!"

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