Chapter 97: Look at My Cat Doing a Backflip After the Party

“Handsome, do we know each other?” Dai Lu looked at the young man suddenly appearing before her, surprised.

“Need a favor,” Zhang Yang said directly, not wanting any awkward small talk. “Over there, your classmates are all betting that no one would dare come over and say hi, so I came.”

“So…” Dai Lu smiled. “I should help you… just because you’re handsome?”

“Not exactly. We call it mutual assistance. Look, instead of being bothered and approached all the time here, why not choose someone you find agreeable?” Zhang Yang smiled.

“If anyone else comes over, I can help block them too.”

“That makes sense… though something feels off,” Dai Lu covered her mouth and laughed lightly. “But you’re handsome, so sure, I’ll help you with this favor.”

Zhang Yang winked.

Well, in the end, it really was because he was handsome. Try the same excuse with anyone else and see how it goes.

Dai Lu stood up, her tall, slender figure with long legs immediately drawing several gazes under the bar’s lights.

Zhang Yang didn’t hesitate at all and casually draped an arm over her shoulder.

“Already using your hands?” Dai Lu whispered.

“Put some effort into it, don’t be half-hearted,” Zhang Yang said nonchalantly.

They walked together back to this table.

Inside, everyone was silent.

All eyes were on them, stunned.

They had seen Zhang Yang approach, said hardly a word, and in a blink, he was holding the gorgeous Dai Lu and sitting at their table?

“All classmates, aren’t you going to say hi?” Zhang Yang glanced around.

Several boys’ faces turned red, unable to meet Dai Lu’s eyes.

“D-Dai Senior, I’m Wu Mengzhou, sophomore in the Chinese department.”

“Hello, Dai Senior, I’m Sun Hui, also in Chinese.”

The previously talkative students were suddenly tongue-tied.

Zhang Yang found it odd.

Really? Her presence was so commanding that they couldn’t speak properly?

He lived in a mansion worth hundreds of millions, drove cars worth tens of millions, and besides her beauty, he didn’t sense anything particularly intimidating about her aura.

But for those here, it was different.

Growing up in that school environment, Dai Lu’s reputation had rubbed off on them, influencing them unconsciously.

“Senior Dai, what would you like to drink?” one girl asked enthusiastically.

“No need, I’m just sitting,” Dai Lu waved lightly, tapping the hand that had mysteriously rested at her waist.

Nearby, Tao Xiaoxiao felt a pang of jealousy.

He really had approached her.

She remembered that Zhang Yang had once been the shy, earnest type who needed guidance even for blind dates on RedNote. And now… he could casually approach someone without blushing or nervousness?

Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?

Inside the booth, Dai Lu’s presence changed the atmosphere, which was no longer as relaxed and natural as before, slightly tense.

“Maybe I should sit back over there,” Dai Lu said to Zhang Yang.

“Sure, I’ll go with you,” Zhang Yang nodded.

Compared to sitting at this table, chatting one-on-one with Dai Lu was clearly more interesting.

Once they moved, the original booth relaxed immediately, and everyone let out a breath.

“Xiaoxiao, shall we have another drink?” Lin Sen asked, a bit anxious.

The situation was going wrong! Relying on the car and watch to outshine him now seemed useless. Why did it feel like he was clumsy?

“I’m not drinking, I need to head back soon,” Tao Xiaoxiao said unhappily.

“Then… shall I walk you back?” Lin Sen asked tentatively.

“No… I’ll go by myself,” she said decisively.

At a nearby booth, Dai Lu and Zhang Yang sat across from each other.

“I helped you earlier, now it’s your turn to help me,” Dai Lu said, taking a small sip, then suddenly looking up.

“What do you mean?” Zhang Yang asked.

Dai Lu stayed silent. Suddenly, a figure approached the table.

“Beauty, my friend and I just bet we could get your contact info. How about helping me out? I’ll treat you to dinner later,” a well-dressed man said, smiling.

Familiar lines.

Zhang Yang looked up at the man-gentle and refined.

“Sorry, not convenient,” Dai Lu said, smiling lightly, shaking her head.

“Bro, I’m still here, right? Isn’t that a bit much?” Zhang Yang laughed.

“This gentleman, you’ve only just met her too. We’re in the same boat,” the man said calmly, as if observing for a while.

“Maybe I’m not humble enough, but with my abilities…”

Zhang Yang casually slapped his car keys on the table.

No need for pretense-direct and simple.

The man’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Rolls-Royce keys, Bentley keys… Bro, you’re seriously going all out to impress a girl!”

Dai Lu covered her mouth and laughed lightly.

“Beauty, you don’t actually believe this, do you?” the man asked, astonished.

“Yes, I believe it,” Dai Lu smiled at Zhang Yang.

“Alright, alright, I admit it. Bro, I’m no match for you, you’re impressive!” the man shook his head. Realizing someone could go this far to impress a girl, he decided to step back.

After they left, Zhang Yang put the car keys away.

Looking up, Dai Lu was staring at him without blinking.

“Quite the props you have. I’m beginning to think you came prepared.”

“Props? You think these car keys are props?” Zhang Yang laughed, handing the keys to her.

“Hmm… they do feel high-quality. Where did you get these?” Dai Lu examined them, then handed them back.

“Never mind,” Zhang Yang said. He wasn’t the type to show off; if she didn’t believe it, so be it.

Night deepened, the bar’s resident singers rotated several times.

Zhang Yang and Dai Lu unknowingly drank several glasses.

“I should head back,” Dai Lu said, cheeks slightly flushed. She checked the time, realizing she shouldn’t drink more.

“Then I’ll walk you out,” Zhang Yang offered.

“No need. You think I’d just leave with you? Don’t be naive, I’m not some easy girl,” she smiled. “But honestly, you give a good impression. Here, my WeChat, so you don’t have to ask again.”

Zhang Yang smiled but didn’t add her.

Seeing Dai Lu touch her forehead to stand, Zhang Yang naturally stood as well, supporting her waist as they left.

Lin Sen and the others immediately noticed.

“Xiaoxiao, I’m leaving first. Make sure to head back early,” Zhang Yang said casually to Tao Xiaoxiao.

Tao Xiaoxiao watched them leave, panicked, but couldn’t say a word.

“Really? Zhang Yang actually took Dai Lu Senior with him?”

“Not likely. Dai Lu’s personality and standards aren’t that casual,” those who knew her whispered.

“I… I need to go too,” Tao Xiaoxiao said angrily, standing. Mad at herself for not acting sooner.

Lin Sen stood up as she did.

“Xiaoxiao, not sitting a bit longer?”

“No, I’m tired,” she said coldly, leaving the booth.

Lin Sen hurried after her.

The remaining people exchanged glances, feeling sitting here was pointless.

“It’s not that my bro isn’t capable, it’s just that Tao Xiaoxiao’s heart was never here,” Wu Mengzhou shook his head, realizing.

A girl’s heart isn’t swayed by a nice car or watch. Even a Mercedes E or Rolex isn’t enough-unless… extreme wealth.

He thought it amusing. In the face of that kind of wealth, what need is there for pure love?

Outside the bar, Zhang Yang and Dai Lu walked side by side.

He held her slim waist, feeling its softness, while Dai Lu repeatedly tapped his hand away.

“Too much, feels like you’re overstepping,” Dai Lu said with a playful smirk.

“Is that so?” Zhang Yang smiled, signaling a driver and tossing the car keys over.

The driver looked at the Rolls-Royce and Bentley keys in disbelief.

“Up ahead,” Zhang Yang pointed to a nearby Cullinan.

Moments later, the driver opened the Cullinan, put on foot covers, and added a seat cushion.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you back to school,” Zhang Yang said, glancing back at Dai Lu standing in the night, stunned.

“So you weren’t joking!” Dai Lu suddenly laughed.

Zhang Yang stepped forward, casually wrapping an arm around her waist.

This time, Dai Lu let his hand rest on her waist without any resistance or movement.

Back in the bar, a group of people had just stepped outside.

“Is that… Senior Dai Lu?”

“And that’s Zhang Yang?”

Tao Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped in her tracks, frozen as she stared.

Behind her, Lin Sen, Wu Mengzhou, and the others also halted, staring dumbfounded at the Cullinan in front of them, leaning against which was Zhang Yang.

And there, Dai Lu rested her head lightly against Zhang Yang’s chest, her eyes shy and delicate.

They swore they had never seen Senior Dai Lu like this.

The seemingly untouchable Senior Dai Lu showed her warmth only in this moment, next to the Cullinan, blooming for him alone.

Lin Sen stood there dumbly, feeling his face burn as he touched the car keys in his pocket and the watch on his wrist, feeling utterly foolish.

The worst part? None of it was even his.

Awkward! Embarrassing!

He wished he could crawl into a hole and disappear.

The Cullinan sped off, merging into traffic, leaving the group standing there, stunned and unable to process what they had just seen.

“Xiaoxiao!” Lin Sen stammered at Tao Xiaoxiao. “Look, it’s late. I’ll take you back.”

“No need, I’ll go by myself.” Tao Xiaoxiao took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned back. “Lin Sen, I’ve never said I’m materialistic, but this borrowed car and watch… what’s that about? Trying to trick me? Think I’m materialistic? Let’s delete each other!”

With that, she flagged down a taxi on the street and left without looking back.

“Wh-what…” Lin Sen stood frozen, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He couldn’t understand how Tao Xiaoxiao had realized the car and watch weren’t his.

“Bro, forget it,” Wu Mengzhou stepped forward, looking embarrassed-for Lin Sen, of course.

It didn’t matter exactly which step Lin Sen had slipped up at. What mattered was this: one was a handsome man driving a nearly ten-million-yuan Cullinan, the other a college student borrowing a car and watch. Money aside, one simple accusation of being insincere and trying to charm someone, and the rejection was crystal clear.

“But… that person walked away with another girl in front of her. Can that be tolerated?” Lin Sen muttered.

“That’s nothing,” Wu Mengzhou laughed. “She’ll just be upset-why wasn’t she the one in the car?”

Lin Sen stood there, utterly dejected, as if all his energy had been drained.

Inside the Cullinan, the driver kept his eyes straight ahead, unaffected by the movement in the car.

“Heading back to school?” Zhang Yang asked, glancing at Dai Lu and letting his hand wander a little more freely.

“Torn, conflicted,” Dai Lu bit her lip and sighed softly.

“How so?” Zhang Yang asked, lightly tapping her smooth thigh.

“Going back with you feels too casual. Not going back with you feels… a little regretful,” Dai Lu said, her cheeks flushed.

“Tsk.” Zhang Yang understood.

Dai Lu was used to being treated like a goddess; it was hard for her to immediately drop her guard and be this proactive.

Considering her long legs, Zhang Yang decided to indulge her this once.

“My cat can do a backflip after parties. Want to see?”

Considering her long legs, Zhang Yang decided to indulge her this once.

“My cat can do a backflip after parties. Want to see?”

“Ah?” Dai Lu froze.

“Do you want to see?” Zhang Yang repeated.

“Yes.” Dai Lu’s cheeks turned red as she instinctively nodded.

The Cullinan turned halfway and headed straight for COFCO Seaview No. 1.

To be honest, with a ten-million-yuan Cullinan, a hundred-million-yuan riverside apartment, and Zhang Yang himself this handsome…

It was overkill for a campus beauty.

But life isn’t about being overly precise; he wasn’t some untouchable god who never knew ordinary life. Experiencing all its flavors was part of the fun.

Zhang Yang confidently brought Dai Lu into his 300-plus-square-meter riverside apartment.

A hundred-million-yuan mansion, endlessly luxurious decor, everything continuously reshaping Dai Lu’s worldview.

“This balcony!” Dai Lu gasped, running to it.

From the balcony, the Huangpu River stretched endlessly, the historic Bund brilliantly lit. Dai Lu’s beautiful face reflected in the lights that made night feel like day, dazzling and enchanting.

Zhang Yang stepped onto the balcony, naturally wrapping an arm around Dai Lu’s slender waist.

Then, effortlessly, he pulled her into his embrace.

“Where’s your backflipping cat?” Dai Lu rested her chin on Zhang Yang’s chest, tilting her face up to look at his heart-stirring handsome features.

“In the room. Want to go see?” Zhang Yang’s hand explored gently as he smiled.

Dai Lu’s cheeks flushed, and she softly nodded.