Chapter 142: An Absurd Affair—Three Women Make a Drama

Bang!

The sound of gloves colliding echoed through the gym. The ring trembled slightly. Chen Ruiyong lowered his center of gravity; he had never underestimated Cheng Yao, because the kid hit with the force of a freight train.

It was as if he’d swallowed a super-strength pill.

Though he looked lean, his body was packed with muscle, and his explosive power was terrifying. Even a six-dan black belt with a level five practical combat rating like himself didn’t dare to take the kid's punches head-on. So, he kept moving, looking for an opening.

After warming up with Chen Xingyan, Cheng Yao showed no mercy to Chen Ruiyong. Chen Xingyan was no longer sitting; she had stood up to watch.

In a word: thrilling.

Her feelings were complicated. She wanted Cheng Yao to win, but she didn’t want Chen Ruiyong to lose face. But then, wouldn't that make her a bona fide "scumbag"? Better to let Cheng Yao win; Chen Ruiyong was thick-skinned anyway, and he had been training for years.

Around the ring, the mixed martial arts students were watching, seeing such a duel for the first time. A few high schoolers had even mingled in, watching with great interest.

"Damn, that's powerful. The force behind that punch..."

"Masters trading blows—every move is lethal."

Cheng Yao didn't want to end up bruised and swollen, so he focused intently. Under that concentration, he felt as if Chen Ruiyong’s movements had slowed down significantly.

Attack. Dodge. Defense.

Cheng Yao handled the impact of Chen Ruiyong’s fists against his gloves with ease. Sweat began to pour, blurring his vision slightly. Chen Ruiyong was a veteran, true to his experience, but the longer they sparred, the more shocked he became. In just a few short weeks, Cheng Yao had managed to apply these techniques to actual combat, but his greatest advantage remained that raw, innate power.

The lights were blinding.

Cheng Yao’s eyes lit up—an opening!

Bang!

The speed was too fast, the explosive power too great. Chen Ruiyong felt his vision go dark and a stinging sensation around his eye. He leaned against the ropes, grimacing.

"You okay?" Cheng Yao lowered his arms, feeling a bit awkward.

Chen Xingyan walked over with some liniment, patted Chen Ruiyong on the shoulder, and teased, "You’re getting old."

Chen Ruiyong glanced at Cheng Yao. "Kid, you hit hard. But not bad—it’s only been two weeks. Cheng Yao, you really are a genius."

"I'm not..."

"You are!"

"I really am not."

"I’m the coach. If I say you are, you are."

Chen Ruiyong insisted, and Cheng Yao nodded. "Fine, fine, I’m a genius. Are you alright?"

"Just a minor injury. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. Anyway, let’s wrap it up for today. There’s a program on the TV station recently that could help with publicity and promotion..."

"I'm busy."

"Forget it, then. I’ll go myself to advertise the gym."

Cheng Yao gave a sheepish smile, feeling a bit guilty. He knew he wasn't a genius; he was well aware of his own limitations. He was simply benefiting from his superior physical condition. Thanks to the genetic capsule, every aspect of him—strength, mental acuity, reaction speed—was far beyond the average person. If he were a genius, he was, at best, a man-made one.

Leaving the building, he found a crowd still gathered around his car, likely drawn by curiosity. A few pretty girls approached, smiling and asking for his contact information.

Cheng Yao declined, offering an apology. Chen Xingyan had already started her car, and Cheng Yao got into his own to follow. There were simply too many beautiful women, and his energy was finite; he couldn't handle them all. Just look at tonight—Ouyang Aili and Ouyang Zhenli were already on a plane and expected to arrive by ten.

In Nanjing alone, there were four of them. To be honest, if Lin Ketong weren't so reserved, he’d want to take them all out.

Lu Mengyao knew about this, so he was heading to her place tonight. Otherwise, if he brought twins to a hotel while driving a LaFerrari, once his fame grew, he’d be socially dead.

That was why a villa was necessary, though it had only just begun renovations. Zhongshan Golf had contacted him; the luxury design would cost over two million, excluding labor. He had chosen high-end materials, planning to handle the furniture himself later. Even with a dedicated team, renovations wouldn't be finished until next summer, and he probably wouldn't move in until autumn or winter.

There had been no move-in ready luxury properties available; otherwise, he never would have bought an unfinished one. The place he bought for Lu Mengyao was also under renovation—a "golden house" to hide his beauty.

Since he was doing this, he couldn't let Zhang Ya find out. Cheng Yao was at least aware enough for that. As his thoughts raced, he arrived at the front of a lounge bar.

This time, Qin Haoran, Zhou Qing, Ou Junyu, and Lin Sujiao were all gathered at the entrance chatting, and Wu Xinxin was there too. By now, they were all acquaintances.

Cheng Yao closed his car door, pocketed his keys, and asked with a smile, "Why is everyone out here?"

"Waiting to take pictures. Don't lock the car yet, let us take turns..."

"Remember to send them to me when you're done. We’re going to get a drink."

The surrounding gazes were filled with envy. Cheng Yao truly felt a sense of satisfaction, so he unlocked the doors and let them be, cautioning, "Close them when you're done."

"Got it."

"How much did you pay for this?"

Chen Xingyan remarked, "I heard 35 million. He's got money."

Lin Sujiao and Wu Xinxin nodded in surprise. 35 million—they couldn't pull that off. Despite being wealthy socialites, they only had about a million or so in their accounts. A million was barely enough to live a comfortable life. Someone like Cheng Yao, driving a 35-million-yuan supercar, was simply absurd. He was effectively the leader of the Nanjing second-generation rich circles.

Inside the lounge, it was mostly singing and games. It was different from a nightclub where people would waste money on "Ace of Spades" champagne showers. Cheng Yao joked, "Was that you who spent 1.5 million at the club?"

"Me?" Qin Haoran shook his head. "I wouldn't dare. It was someone else—he uses it specifically to pick up girls."

"Why didn't you introduce me?"

"He took the girl on a trip..."

Cheng Yao understood immediately. Spending 1.5 million at a club on champagne just to show off and pick up a girl—that was something. Girls fell for that. They called it a "trip," but it was essentially just an excuse to go off and hook up.

He almost wanted to go on a trip himself.

"Does our club have any activities? Like traveling? Staying cooped up in Nanjing is boring."

"Someone has to organize it. You organize, we sign up. The question is, where to go?"

Cheng Yao thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a bit. I'm busy with the company and building the platform."

"What are you busy with? Aren't you a hands-off boss?" Chen Xingyan asked, piercing his soul. Cheng Yao felt incredibly awkward.

He was truly busy—busy maneuvering between women. That was a major project, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.

At the club, they mostly bragged and chatted. It was mostly young people. The club had many members, but few who actually gathered to hang out. Some were older; others had their own circles. Cheng Yao had gradually made his way into theirs, transforming from a Husky into a wolf.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Cheng Yao, my sister and I have arrived at the airport..."

Before he knew it, it was already ten o'clock. After hanging up, he sent a message to Lu Mengyao, who replied that she was already on the way. Cheng Yao thought this move was brilliant—having Lu Mengyao pick up the twins would foster a better relationship early on, preventing any awkwardness later.

Cheng Yao found a designated driver. The driver looked at the LaFerrari with eager eyes.

"You know how to drive this?"

"No problem, boss. It's just my first time driving one, so I'm a little excited. Get in."

Vroom, vroom!

Having had a few drinks, Cheng Yao couldn't drive himself, so sitting in the passenger seat offered a different perspective. About half an hour later, the car pulled into the garage. Cheng Yao paid the driver and waited for Lu Mengyao. He had taken up three out of the four parking spots, and he feared Lu Mengyao might not be able to park.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself. McLaren, Mercedes, Ferrari... and there was still a Bentley Continental GT at the villa.

...

Meanwhile, at the airport entrance, Lu Mengyao was driving her Mercedes E-Class, as her Porsche couldn't fit three people. When she saw the twins emerge, she was certain it was them and waved.

Ouyang Aili and Zhenli saw Lu Mengyao and wore strange expressions. In truth, everyone’s feelings were complicated. As the saying went, "We are all strangers at the ends of the earth, where can we hide from a kindred spirit..."

Ouyang Zhenli and Aili were carrying suitcases, prepared to stay in Nanjing for a while; they had already taken leave from school.

"Older sister..." Ouyang Aili called out.

Hearing this, Lu Mengyao lifted her fair chin, like a swan that had won a battle—a victory without a fight.

"Hello. You two are so beautiful. Who is the older sister, and who is the younger?"

Lu Mengyao wasn't being fake. The twins were stunning, their looks no worse than hers.

*He really knows how to play,* she thought. *Cheng Yao really knows how to play!*

Lu Mengyao was genuinely impressed—impressed as a woman, though her feelings were a bit strange. *When they do 'that,' are these two sisters together?*

Ouyang Zhenli was a bit too embarrassed to speak; she was truly speechless regarding Cheng Yao. That man was just too outrageous.

Lu Mengyao noticed and proactively said, "Let’s get in the car first, I'll explain on the way. Give me your suitcases."

"Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome."

Once in the car, Lu Mengyao explained, "The villa is under renovation, so you’ll have to stay at my place for now. The room is big, it has everything you need. Let me show you around these next few days."

"Okay, thank you for the trouble," Ouyang Zhenli nodded gently.

"No trouble, we're all family."

The sisters’ expressions were odd. Ouyang Aili smiled and asked, "Sister Mengyao, does Cheng Yao have any other..."

"He does, but they aren't part of our circle, and his girlfriend is in Shanghai, so don't worry."

"Mhm."

The three women chatted in the car, all about the same man. The key was that all three were beautiful and didn't hold a grudge against one another. Lu Mengyao actually wished Cheng Yao would find more, while the Ouyang sisters, being the newcomers, had no reason to be resentful. They simply wanted a quality life, and living in Guangzhou, Cheng Yao's other affairs didn't affect them.

Lu Mengyao asked curiously, "Are you really mixed-race?"

"We are, but we'll likely live in China from now on. We don't want to go back."