The next day.
The low roar of a Bugatti echoed through the streets, drawing the attention of passersby.
The audacious all-black body of the car streaked by like a bolt of lightning.
The license plate at the rear—99999—only added to its unapologetic arrogance.
This was the ride of Gu Chengyu, the crown prince of the Gu family. Those in high society knew it well—it had even made the gossip columns. Most bystanders recognized it too, quickly pulling out their phones to snap photos and post about it.
Gu Chengyu rested one hand lazily on the steering wheel, pressing the accelerator at will, savoring the g-force and thunderous growl of the top-tier supercar.
Bliss.
A satisfied smirk curled at the corners of his lips.
This was the kind of car Gu Chengyu deserved to drive.
The massive wrought-iron gates of the Gu estate slid open soundlessly.
Inside, two rows of uniformed servants and bodyguards in dark attire stood at attention, hands clasped respectfully. At a glance, there were at least a dozen of them.
The car didn’t slow in the slightest, arrogantly kicking up a gust of wind as it swept past the murmuring fountain, executing a flawless drift before coming to a stop right in front of the main villa’s entrance.
The doors lifted automatically.
Gu Chengyu stepped out, his long legs hitting the ground with effortless grace.
The sharp tap of his custom-made black dress shoes echoed crisply against the pavement.
He casually removed his sunglasses and, without so much as a glance, tossed them aside.
The middle-aged butler stationed by the door immediately stepped forward, bowing slightly as he caught the priceless shades with practiced ease.
"Young Master Chengyu."
The butler and the servants flanking him greeted in unison.
Gu Chengyu acknowledged them with a nonchalant hum, already striding past the grand foyer without pause. His black shirt clung to his frame with each step, faintly outlining the contours of his abs.
Damn, driving a supercar really hit different.
Some of the pent-up frustration that had been simmering inside him finally began to dissipate.
The thought of that eyesore of a Mercedes—forced into his garage just to accommodate Su Qianqian—made his jaw tighten.
That little thing. Barely together for a few days, already making demands.
Right in the middle of things, when he had her breathless and pliant beneath him, on the verge of finally having her—she’d suddenly pushed him away, cheeks flushed, and laid down her terms: no driving the iconic Bugatti in any public setting where she might be seen.
What could he do, with her like that?
He’d gritted his teeth and agreed to that humiliating concession.
And after?
Every damn day since, he’d been stuck in either a Maybach, a Rolls-Royce, or one of those other "low-key" cars he found unbearably stuffy. Just sitting in them made his skin crawl.
The worst was the car he used to chauffeur her around—some dull, gray Mercedes so ordinary it could vanish in a parking lot full of beaters.
That car, crammed into the underground garage of his penthouse alongside his collection of luxury vehicles, was nothing short of an insult to his taste.
Every time he laid eyes on it, irritation flared.
But today, returning to the family estate, he could finally drive his beloved again.
Gu Chengyu strode into the living room with his usual air of untamed arrogance.
Inside, Madam Gu was leaning forward slightly, meticulously arranging a spread of photos across the expansive coffee table.
She wore an impeccably tailored beige suit, her pearl earrings the only adornment.
A picture of elegance and nobility.
Hearing his footsteps, she glanced up, her gaze lingering on her son for a brief moment. Amusement flickered in her eyes, but she said nothing, merely gesturing for him to come closer.
Gu Chengyu dropped onto the sofa opposite her, crossing his long legs with effortless ease.
His eyes drifted to the photos scattered across the table—Madam Gu was casually organizing them into a pyramid-like structure.
At the very top sat a single photo: Gu Chengyu himself.
His gaze was imperious, the towering headquarters of the Gu conglomerate looming behind him—a symbol of the elite, not just in S City, but on a global scale.
