Chapter 62: This Car Body... So White...

The scene next door to the adulterous affair—two words: exhilarating. But when Old Li came back, Cheng Yao worried he might do something foolish. Life wasn’t worth it. Judging by the sounds, Old Li seemed short of breath; even when kicking the male lead, he didn’t have much force. He boasted about his boundless energy, but clearly, he was exaggerating.

The shouting and screaming went on for a while. Soon enough, the police arrived. Cheng Yao peered through the peephole; everyone was taken away. He felt no guilt—in fact, he believed he had rescued Old Li from the clutches of a heartless woman. Though the process was a bit harrowing, it was worth it. If things had continued, even the paternity of the child would have been uncertain.

After the excitement, Zhang Ya and her friends were exhausted and retreated to their rooms for sleep. Cheng Yao sprawled on his bed, never imagining such an incident would unfold right next door. Drowsiness overtook him, and he drifted into slumber.

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The next morning, Cheng Yao saw Zhang Ya and her friends off. They all sported dark circles under their eyes, shuffling through the ticket gate as if half-asleep. Zhang Ya yawned and waved goodbye.

Leaving the South Station, Cheng Yao seized the opportunity presented by the Ten Best Singers competition to ask his homeroom teacher for leave. He spent an hour practicing driving; if he could get his license before National Day, that would be ideal. He didn’t even wait for lunch before rushing to the Hexi Auto Show.

Near the Hexi Exhibition Center, the crowd was immense. Cheng Yao knew that the scale of an auto show depended on the brands featured, and this time, there were several foreign new models and a supercar section.

Inside, the crowd wasn’t as thick as expected. Every car had its own model—how attractive the model was depended on the price of the car. Some models looked a bit rough, but others boasted striking proportions.

Cheng Yao made his way to the supercar zone, where the models were generally attractive—at least a seven out of ten. He fancied himself a sharp observer; no woman’s attributes could hide from his “mine-sweeping” device. This tool was truly effective.

Long legs, graceful figures, scanty attire—these were the magnets drawing customers. Cheng Yao even spotted an elderly gentleman zooming in with his phone’s camera to focus on places he ought not see. Truly, the old man was bold.

The exhibition attracted many foreigners, including some white salespeople. Cheng Yao had little affection for foreigners; their women didn’t appeal to him either.

There were many luxury cars, including a BMW Z4.

Ugly, in his opinion. He didn’t find the car attractive at all.

But the Evora GT410 Sport caught his eye. It was said to be built with carbon fiber, seventy kilograms lighter than standard models... Its drawback was the cramped space—it wasn’t made for driving, just for showing off.

As for Porsche, Cheng Yao had lost interest.

He wandered until he saw a crowd gathered before an exhibit. Curious, he joined them and found three McLaren models. One of them dazzled him.

McLaren releases new models quickly, but the 720s remains legendary. Its looks were beyond words. Cheng Yao’s legs felt weighed down, rooted to the spot—the car truly lived up to its reputation as a magnet for admirers. This was not unique to McLaren; all supercars had this effect.

Yet, it was McLaren’s model who held Cheng Yao’s gaze.

Name: Lin Ke Tong (approachable)
Attractiveness: 86
Figure: 88
Special: 91

Her looks surpassed Lu Mengyao’s by a bit, yet she radiated a certain heroic spirit and maturity that reminded Cheng Yao of Yang Eight Sister from the old dramas.

Perhaps it was the lighting, but Lin Ke Tong’s skin was exceptionally fair. The phrase “skin like congealed cream” must have referred to her. Her proportions were outstanding—the best he’d ever seen.

This car was... too fair! Testing him with this was almost cruel.

Many men came just for the models. Lin Ke Tong stood before the McLaren, unfazed by camera flashes, a gentle smile on her face.

The car on display was Storm Gray, wild and untamed.

Whether she was beautiful didn’t matter; the main attraction was the car itself.

Cheng Yao watched as some boys approached to ask about the price, so he followed suit, greeting her, “Miss, you’re so beautiful.”

“Hello,” Lin Ke Tong replied with a polite smile, sizing Cheng Yao up. “Looking at cars?”

“Yes, this is a McLaren 720s convertible, right?”

“That’s correct.”

He scrutinized the new car before asking, “It’s a beautiful car. How’s its cost-performance ratio?”

“Well, within its class, it’s quite competitive. Take Ferrari’s 488 for example. The McLaren 720s outperforms it, has butterfly doors, and costs less than the Ferrari—so it’s a solid choice... Elegant exterior, flashy interior—the Ferrari’s interior can’t compare. Its highlight is the rotating instrument panel, which feels very high-tech.”

Lin Ke Tong appraised Cheng Yao as well. Nothing about him stood out; he didn’t look wealthy, dressed plainly, but his appearance was handsome.

“Are you a university student?”

“Yes, I am. Just got my license and I’m thinking of buying a car...”

“Well, you could consider it. There aren’t many choices for cars over four million, but this one fulfills every supercar fantasy—appearance, performance, cool door mechanism, convertible...”

“It’s nice, I’ll think about it.”

Her professionalism was impressive, and Cheng Yao felt tempted. He stroked his chin and joked, “Let me ask, does buying a car come with the model?”

“...”

Lin Ke Tong couldn’t help but laugh, her smile enchanting. She shook her head, lips pressed together, giving Cheng Yao a curious look.

This charming guy was amusing, quite the flirt.

Cheng Yao nodded gently for confirmation, “So, no model included?”

“No...” Lin Ke Tong shook her head, holding back laughter. Her eyes sparkled like stars, bright and lively. “But, I can treat you to a meal.”

“A private meal?” Cheng Yao asked softly.

“Yes, that's right...”

Cheng Yao was honestly a bit impulsive, though he wondered if he was being too forward.

Tch, wasn’t this playing both sides?

He wasn’t sure what she meant by “treat you to a meal.” If it didn’t involve a seafood feast, he wasn’t interested—his appetite had grown lately.

“How long do you have to stand here each day?”

“Until the show ends...” Warmth welled in Lin Ke Tong’s heart. This was her first auto show; standing since morning had left her a bit sore.

Still, the pay was good.

Cheng Yao glanced at her long legs—such proportions would be comfortable draped over his shoulders. “That’s tiring! How’s the compensation?”

“It’s alright, over three thousand a day. If you buy, I’ll get a decent commission.” Lin Ke Tong found herself saying more than usual, though she doubted Cheng Yao would actually buy. He didn’t look like someone who could afford it, but he spoke pleasantly and was handsome—a welcome change from greasy middle-aged men. What’s the harm in chatting a bit more?

“I see...” Cheng Yao beckoned to a female sales rep.

She walked over with a smile. “Hello, sir, how may I assist you?”

“Delivery.”

Cheng Yao pointed at Lin Ke Tong. Lin Ke Tong was stunned on the spot.

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