The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 55: Chapter 52 Brother, Stop Touching

The blue electric-like Ferrari exhibited perfect performance, as if appearing one second and then arriving in front of everyone the next, coming to a steady stop with a sharp brake.

“How is it?”

Zhou Wang, sitting in the driver’s seat, smiled at Zhang Zhiyuan and the others.

“Looks even cooler on the road, limited edition cars are really something!”

Zhang Zhiyuan gave a thumbs up.

“Exciting is the word!”

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Zhou Yiquan also praised.

Zhou Wang felt a little regretful, although he had followed the trend and got a driver’s license after high school, he only got to drive his uncle’s fruit-transporting van during winter and summer holidays back home.

His driving skills were just passable; he was a long way from perfectly unleashing the performance of this supercar.

He could only hope that the system would someday reward him with something related, relying on cheat-like abilities to solve it.

As for practicing himself… forget it, Zhou Wang was afraid of dying.

“Brother!”

Su Yajing, only now realizing Zhou Wang was in the car, ran over excitedly, “Did you buy this Ferrari?”

Su Yajing had no concept of limited editions and didn’t know much about cars, but she could recognize a Ferrari… In reality, over ninety percent of girls only recognized “Ferrari” and “Lamborghini” when it came to sports cars.

Not joking, if you drove a Pagani in front of her and said it was a supercar, she might believe it.

If you drove a GTR, it would only earn you a “lousy Nissan.”

“Yeah, get in.”

Zhou Wang nodded towards her.

“Okay~”

Su Yajing dragged out her words in a long and melodious tone, eagerly circling around to open the passenger door.

Shen Yutong was dumbfounded for a moment before realizing, hurriedly stepping forward to pull back Su Yajing.

“Wait, you know Zhou Wang?”

“He’s my brother… Oh, I guess I never told you his name, you know him too… never mind, we’ll talk later!”

Shen Yutong opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, while Su Yajing didn’t want to leave Zhou Wang waiting, breaking free from Shen Yutong and getting into the Ferrari’s passenger seat.

“Where to eat?” Zhou Wang asked Zhang Zhiyuan after Su Yajing fastened her seatbelt.

“I’ll send you the location, no dietary restrictions, right?”

Zhang Zhiyuan asked, and after Zhou Wang nodded, he also turned to walk towards his Mercedes G-Wagon, waving his hand, “See you later then.”

Zhou Wang was just about to start the car when he looked up and saw Shen Yutong still standing dazed by the car, frowning as he looked over.

Shen Yutong snapped back to reality, quickly stepping aside.

The Ferrari roared away, while Shen Yutong felt a bit uneasy.

Could this suddenly affluent Zhou Wang be the brother Su Yajing mentioned?

She never expected such a development, and thinking back to her earlier aloof attitude towards Zhou Wang made her even more anxious. As she sat in the back seat of the Pagani, urged impatiently by Tuge, she remembered something and quickly took out her phone to start editing a WeChat message.

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“Brother, are you a prince sent from heaven to fulfill my wishes?”

In the moving Ferrari, Su Yajing crossed her hands over her chest, looking admiringly at Zhou Wang.

“What do you mean by that?”

Although Zhou Wang sensed this might be the start of some routine, he still asked with a smile.

“Today, standing next to this car, I kept thinking, how wonderful it would be if my beloved were driving such a beautiful sports car, and I could sit in the passenger seat just watching him.”

Su Yajing blinked her bright eyes, “I didn’t expect my wish would come true so soon with you, brother…”

“Then what if the person driving this car isn’t your beloved?”

Zhou Wang looked at her with a half-smile.

“Then I definitely wouldn’t want to sit.”

Su Yajing said initially but then sighed, “Okay, I know you probably won’t believe it. Yes, I admit I love money, but if I have to be with a man I don’t like… well, it would take a lot, a lot, a lot of money, right?”

To emphasize the large amount, Su Yajing repeated “a lot” three times.

“So, do you really like me?”

“Yes, I like you!”

Hearing Zhou Wang’s straightforward question, Su Yajing didn’t show the common shyness of girls; instead, she looked straight at Zhou Wang and nodded without hesitation.

Zhou Wang wasn’t really convinced, but it didn’t seem necessary to be serious about this, so he just smiled ambiguously.

“Hey, brother, did Shen Yutong offend you somehow?”

At this moment, Su Yajing hesitated, then asked.

“What makes you say that?” Zhou Wang was a little surprised.

“She just sent me a WeChat message, asking me to help explain things between you two, if… if it’s not too serious, could you forgive her?”

Su Yajing asked cautiously.

“There’s no issue between us, she’s overthinking.”

Zhou Wang shook his head. After all, it was just a stare, nothing worth making a fuss over.

“That’s great!”

“Are you and her close?”

“Yeah, yeah, actually, all four of us in the dorm are pretty close, but I’m closest to her, maybe because we’re both not from Ming City…”

Listening to Su Yajing’s chatter along the way, while driving the new supercar, Zhou Wang felt really happy.

However, it was clear that Su Yajing was quite sensible; those white thighs barely covered by her hot pants were right by the center console, just within Zhou Wang’s reach.

She knew I wanted to touch, and she let me… that’s mutual affection.

But Zhou Wang, being a law-abiding citizen who adhered to traffic rules, naturally pretended not to see, just pressing the accelerator slightly to increase speed.

Moments later, the Ferrari reached the destination first, finding a parking spot by the road and stopping.

Yet neither of them got out of the car.

Ten minutes later, with her cheeks reddened, Su Yajing was the first to crack.

“Brother, stop already… they’ve all arrived. Let’s go up.”

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The place Zhang Zhiyuan found wasn’t a fancy restaurant but a private dining spot near Ming City Stadium.

It’s unclear what year marked the start of private dining becoming popular among the middle and upper classes. Of course, there are now many private dining venues catering to ordinary folks, though most are more of a gimmick.

True private dining usually requires advance reservations, and the chef must have some skills, with the prices of famous ones being exorbitant, sometimes even more outrageous than fine dining restaurants.

When Zhou Wang and Su Yajing entered a courtyard rich in features of the Republic era, everyone was already there, with Zhang Zhiyuan chatting with a woman who looked like the owner.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Zhou Wang indicated to Su Yajing to sit first, greeted Zhang Zhiyuan, and then went into the restroom.

Having been preoccupied with the Ferrari 812C, Zhou Wang now had time to check the system interface as he lit a cigarette.

He was curious about the rewards he dug up, or the “treasure map” from Zhang Zhiyuan.

Opening the system warehouse, the first grid had a paper document. Upon clicking it, the relevant information popped up.

[Treasure – Stock Exchange Certificate: Use to gain a 10% share of “Wuyou Media.”]

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