Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!
Chapter 804 - 331: Going Home with Su Qing_2

Here is the English translation:

"No need, no need! I've already booked it!"

Luo Jialiang carefully weighed his words before speaking to Zhou Yuwen now.

Zhou Yuwen said, "Alright."

And with that, Zhou Yuwen drove off in his X7, leaving like a knight riding into the horizon.

The group of classmates remaining behind finally felt free to talk out loud.

"What exactly does Zhou Yuwen's family do? How did he end up as some gang leader?"

"Exactly, that doesn't seem like just running a company—he's practically a mafia boss."

"We should probably avoid interacting with him too much in the future..."

"Avoid? I actually think he's quite cool! You know, Zhou Yuwen had a crush on me back in high school. If I'd known he was this capable, I would've said yes to him!"

"That car of his costs over a million!"

"It costs *that* much?"

During the few days at home for the New Year, it seemed inevitable there would be frequent trips to the KTV. Yesterday, after returning home, Lu Wanting was humming songs, saying she really enjoyed singing and hoped to go again someday.

For Zhou Yuwen, who'd been to KTV countless times, his interest had all but waned.

He mostly sat holding Su Qing while she sang beside him. When others asked him to sing, Zhou Yuwen would reply, "You guys go ahead first."

If he really couldn't dodge it, he'd sing a single song and that was it.

After the incident at the hotel, the classmates were clearly keeping their distance from Zhou Yuwen. But this distance wasn't fear—it was a mix of wanting to curry favor with him yet not knowing how to do so.

For instance, some of the guys would proactively offer Zhou Yuwen cigarettes.

Zhou Yuwen waved them off, saying he didn't smoke.

The girls were a bit more shy, with Jiang Jiao being the most bold—she offered to duet with Zhou Yuwen.

Zhou Yuwen waved his hand and said, "Let the classmates enjoy singing; I'm no good at it anyway."

"Shiqi hasn't sung yet, has she? Let's have her sing a song."

At this reunion, Li Shiqi was still as invisible as ever.

But Zhou Yuwen remembered her, and as soon as he mentioned her, the classmates immediately recalled her presence, gathering around to coax her into singing.

A while later, Liu Shuo pushed the door open and entered.

The gazes directed at Liu Shuo from the group felt noticeably different somehow.

Liu Shuo didn't pay them any mind and strode straight to Zhou Yuwen, saying, "Bro, it's all sorted."

Zhou Yuwen asked, "How did you sort it?"

Although the KTV was noisy, the classmates singing quieted down instantly as soon as Liu Shuo walked in.

Zhou Yuwen said, "You guys keep singing; don't mind us."

The group awkwardly chuckled but didn't resume singing.

They were rather curious about what Liu Shuo and Zhou Yuwen meant by "sorted," imagining all sorts of scenarios in their heads.

Eventually, Zhou Yuwen had no choice but to take Liu Shuo outside.

This fueled everyone's imagination even more. Some nudged their close friends, gossiping in hushed voices, "Do you think what they mean by 'sorted' is... handling them completely?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Outside the private room, Liu Shuo explained the situation.

"I just scared them a bit and then let them go."

"They're all so easily spooked—before I even said anything, that brat was already collapsed on the ground crying. As for the other guys? Cowards. All of them were swearing it had nothing to do with them."

Zhou Yuwen listened with an unamused expression, replying, "Fine, as long as no one got hurt."

Liu Shuo asked, "How about we call someone to teach them a lesson?"

Zhou Yuwen shot back, "How about I teach you a lesson instead?"

"Ah!"

Instantly, Liu Shuo looked embarrassed.

Zhou Yuwen half-jokingly kicked him, saying, "How many times have I told you not to get tangled up in messy business, and you still won't listen!"

"Let me ask you—if it wasn't me involved this time, would you seriously have gone looking for someone to settle the score?"

"Of course not, bro," Liu Shuo grinned sheepishly, denying it outright.

"Enough of that; like I don't know you," Zhou Yuwen said.

"Next time, if I catch you throwing your weight around again, don't blame me for not showing mercy."

"No way, bro! With this incident being a lesson, how could that ever happen again?" Liu Shuo responded.

Zhou Yuwen nodded in satisfaction, "You'd better hope so."

"Let's head back inside and sing."

"Sure, sure!"

And with that, the class reunion carried on. Compared to Zhou Yuwen, Liu Shuo was definitely easier to get along with, as a bunch of guys surrounded him while he cheerfully bragged and chatted with them.

They sang from midday to late afternoon, a total of three hours.

By the time they wrapped up, it was already six in the evening, and the sky had turned completely dark.

At the start of the singing session, the group had been somewhat wary of Zhou Yuwen. But after three hours in his presence, they realized he wasn't actually so intimidating, and the initial sense of fear faded considerably.

By the end of the reunion, there was laughter and banter among everyone.

Jiang Jiao even mustered the courage to hop into Zhou Yuwen's car, asking, "Zhou Yuwen, can you drive me home?"

Zhou Yuwen glanced at Su Qing in the passenger seat.

Su Qing asked, "Where's your home?"

But Jiang Jiao paid no attention to Zhou Yuwen—it was as if she didn't even hear the question.

Her figure was... well-proportioned. With a height of 170cm, she leaned toward the driver's seat. "Zhou Yuwen, can you drive me home?"

"Didn't Su Qing just ask where your home is?"

"I don't want *her* asking; I'm asking *you*. Can you?"

Zhou Yuwen replied, "That depends on what my girlfriend says."

"Ha, you're a gang leader, yet you're afraid of your girlfriend?" Jiang Jiao teased with a laugh.

"Don't make random claims. What gang leader am I supposed to be?"

The way Jiang Jiao glanced at Zhou Yuwen was practically dripping with intent.

Only after getting Su Qing's silent approval did Zhou Yuwen ask Jiang Jiao where her home was.

Turns out, she lived in the wealthy district of a small county.

Zhou Yuwen remarked, "Not bad—never realized Miss Jiang lives in a villa."

"What's this? You didn't know?"

"Know what?"

"My dad owns a steel factory!" Jiang Jiao said boldly, openly flaunting her family's wealth.

But Zhou Yuwen wasn't the least impressed, responding with a lukewarm "Oh."

Jiang Jiao, sensing the lack of interest, glanced at Su Qing in the passenger seat and asked her, "Hey, beauty, what do your parents do?"

Su Qing replied, "My mom's a teacher."

"Just a *teacher*?" Jiang Jiao sneered slightly before turning back to Zhou Yuwen, "Zhou Yuwen, are you planning to stay in Jinling? I've got property there, you know."

Zhou Yuwen said casually, "We're planning to buy property too."

"You mean *we* or just *you*?" Jiang Jiao smartly sought to separate Zhou Yuwen from Su Qing.

But her tricks weren't very sophisticated.

Moreover, Zhou Yuwen had little interest in her, so instead, he used her to tease Su Qing instead.

Eventually, they dropped Jiang Jiao off at her doorstep.

She clearly wasn't eager to get out of the car. After hesitating for a bit, she asked, "Zhou Yuwen, can I visit you in Jinling someday?"

"What's there to visit me for?"

"Oh, just for fun!"

Zhou Yuwen said, "We'll see."

As Jiang Jiao sat in the back seat, she spent the entire ride leaning toward Zhou Yuwen, chatting non-stop. Even now, she was reluctant to leave the car, lingering a while before finally stepping out reluctantly.

Only after Jiang Jiao got out did Zhou Yuwen drive off with Su Qing.

The atmosphere in the car seemed quiet—Su Qing hadn't said a word.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Zhou Yuwen used the other to gently hold Su Qing's silk-covered thigh.

She'd worn rather revealing clothes today; even through the stockings, her legs felt icy cold.

Zhou Yuwen remarked, "Aren't you afraid of getting rheumatism?"

"What's there to fear? As long as you like it, that's all that matters," Su Qing replied, catching his hand and pulling it closer.

Zhou Yuwen chuckled lightly, "That's rare—you didn't even argue with Jiang Jiao today."

Su Qing scoffed softly, "With her lousy moves, why would I bother?"

"Oh? Sounds like someone's had some new revelations."

Zhou Yuwen teased as his hand brushed along her leg.

"Not revelations exactly. But, as your woman, I should maintain some level of decorum, don't you think?" Su Qing said playfully, winking at him.

"Ah..."

Zhou Yuwen suddenly felt awkward, replying, "Don't mess with me—you know what I really am better than anyone!"

Su Qing smirked, "I actually think it's pretty fitting."

Shortly after, Zhou Yuwen parked the car outside Su Qing's family home.

She lived in a classic-style apartment complex, with parking spots added later during renovations. The neighborhood was quiet, with sparse street lighting.

After parking, the car faded into the surrounding darkness.

Su Qing, perceptive as ever, quickly realized Zhou Yuwen wasn't planning to leave anytime soon, so she took off her shoes. Her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, stretched from the passenger seat onto Zhou Yuwen's lap.

Zhou Yuwen remarked, "You're so unnecessarily dramatic."

Su Qing pouted playfully, "What? You don't like it?"

"How could I not, honey," Zhou Yuwen chuckled, his hand gently gripping her silk-covered heel.

To be honest, compared to later years, Su Qing's figure was less curvy.

But the sight of a young woman in flesh-colored stockings had its own charm.

Zhou Yuwen's hand slid up along Su Qing's leg.

Eventually, it reached beneath her narrow skirt, where it rested on her bottom.