"Hello, handsome Su Xuan. Can I ask you out?" The voice on the phone was clear and pleasant, making it impossible to refuse. The speaker was none other than Su Zimo, the beautiful journalist who had interviewed him a few days ago. "Is this about viewing the interview footage?" Su Xuan recalled her mentioning that he could review a preliminary cut. He had just finished work and parked his tricycle at the courier station to charge. "Um... yes," Su Zimo confirmed. The Koenigsegg blazed through the night. Twenty minutes later, Su Xuan arrived at their meeting place, Jenny’s Bar. He was wearing the ten-thousand-yuan suit he had just bought that day. The moment he stepped out of the car, his appearance elicited gasps of admiration from a few heavily made-up women standing at the entrance. "Wow, is that hottie a celebrity?!" "His supercar looks like something out of a sci-fi movie!" The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 "I wonder if he has a girlfriend." "I’d let him take me away and do whatever he wants!" As soon as they saw Su Xuan and his car, they couldn’t contain their excitement. Su Xuan ignored them and walked straight into the bar. "His car... It’s a Koenigsegg!" In the bar’s security room, the owner, Cen Haonan, was in a meeting with his guards. His expression changed the instant he saw Su Xuan’s supercar on the surveillance monitor. As a senior member of the Supercar Association, he knew all kinds of sports cars like the back of his hand and recognized the Koenigsegg immediately. It was the car of his dreams. A dream it would remain, however, because with his income, he couldn’t bring himself to spend over a hundred million yuan on such a vehicle. Cen Haonan immediately ended the meeting and gave the guards a stern command. "Get a few people out there right now and watch that Koenigsegg! Don’t let anyone get near it, especially not any drunks! If that car gets so much as a scratch, you can all pack your bags and get lost!" Just last month, a drunk had damaged a customer’s luxury car, which had been a massive headache for him. An incident like that could not happen again, especially not with a Koenigsegg at stake. "Understood!" four security guards replied in unison. They quickly put on their gear and jogged outside, immediately shooing away a group of women who were taking pictures around the Koenigsegg. "No more pictures!" they barked. "All of you, back off! You shouldn’t be getting this close to a car in the first place!" The guards then stood watch next to the supercar, forming a protective perimeter. "Su Xuan! Over here, I’m here!" inside the bar, Su Zimo spotted Su Xuan approaching and quickly stood up, waving. Su Xuan saw her and walked over to the table. "What can I get you to drink?" Su Zimo asked after he sat down, cupping her stunningly beautiful face in her hands as she gazed at him. "I’ll just have some juice," Su Xuan said. "I just came from a round of heavy drinking, so I’m not really in the mood for more." "That’s fine." Su Zimo called over a waiter and ordered a freshly squeezed juice for him. Then, she couldn’t help but stare at Su Xuan, her mind racing. You come to a bar and you don’t drink? And with me, Su Zimo, for company? Aren’t you afraid of missing a golden opportunity? Any other man would be dying to get me drunk, wouldn’t he? What’s that saying again? If the woman isn’t drunk, the man has no chance! "Where’s the footage?" Su Xuan asked, taking a sip of his juice. In truth, he wasn’t very interested in the interview itself. He just wanted to make sure it didn’t reveal too much of his private life and cause unnecessary trouble. "Here." Su Zimo didn’t have her laptop, so she took out her phone, placed it in front of him, and tapped open the interview file with her delicate, slender fingertips. "Here, put these on and watch." Considering how noisy the bar was, she thought for a moment and handed her white earphones to Su Xuan. If her colleagues saw her do this, they would be absolutely stunned. She was a germaphobe! To her, earphones were as personal as underwear; she would never lend them to anyone, especially not a man. She firmly believed the saying that women were made of water and men were made of mud. The thought of letting her earphones be sullied by mud was utterly unacceptable. But Su Xuan was an exception. Gazing at his impossibly handsome face and feeling his irresistible charm, she felt a clean, refreshing sensation, like being refreshed by a spring breeze or a gentle mist. For Su Xuan to be willing to use her earphones... that was an honor for the earphones themselves! "It’s fine," Su Xuan said nonchalantly after he finished watching. "Just... ’fine’?" Su Zimo pouted, tucking a stray lock of her short hair behind her ear. With her usual efficiency, she could edit a typical interview in just two hours. But for Su Xuan’s, she had pulled all-nighters for two days straight, striving for absolute perfection. And all he said was, "It’s fine"?! Is my work that shoddy? Or am I just not charming enough? "Well, can you at least give me some notes for revision?" Su Zimo asked, a hint of pique in her voice. "I’ll keep revising it until you think it’s perfect!" Su Xuan took a sip of his fresh juice as he rattled off a list of changes. "Don’t reveal which courier station I work at. Don’t mention my car. Don’t include the parts about Ye Qianqian; she’s just a young girl, and it’s not right to expose her to the public like that. Also, don’t try to glorify what I did. Saving someone was just a matter of conscience. Don’t... don’t..." Su Zimo’s beautiful, watery eyes narrowed, and she pouted. If I edit it according to his instructions, the whole video will only be a few minutes long! How could we possibly air that? "Is that everything?" Su Xuan glanced around at the noisy bar and pushed his juice glass away. "I’m heading home. It’s been a long day of deliveries, and I’m tired." He had thought Su Zimo would have picked a quiet bar, but this place was a cacophony. He didn’t like overly loud environments. "Ah?" Su Zimo’s beautiful eyes went wide in disbelief. You’re really just going to watch the clip and leave? Don’t you want to... look at me a little longer? Keep me company? Didn’t you notice that I had something else in mind for tonight? "Su Xuan, since we’re already out, let’s chat a little longer!" Su Zimo said, rubbing her chest as if her heart had been dealt a blow. She confessed with pitiful honesty, "Actually, I asked you here because I wanted to ask you for a favor." At that moment, all traces of the sharp, capable reporter had vanished. "What is it?" Su Xuan asked. "My family set me up on a blind date. We’ve had dinner twice, and on the surface, he seems nice enough. He acts like a perfect gentleman around me, but I have no idea what he’s really like. I heard he’s coming here tonight to drink with his friends, and I was wondering if you could..." Leaning closer to Su Xuan, she asked shyly, "Could you stay and help me secretly observe him for a bit?" Though she said that, her real goal was to find an unflattering side to the man so she could use it as a valid excuse to reject him. If she refused him outright, her family would likely give her a hard time. She didn’t believe for a second that he was just coming to a bar popular with couples simply to "drink with friends"—there were plenty of other places for that. The truth was, she didn’t like the man at all. But she was still just a girl, and the thought of doing something alone was a little scary. That’s why she had thought of Su Xuan. He had climbed a high-rise building to save someone; he exuded a powerful sense of security. "No." Su Xuan stood up. He had no interest in such a boring task. Suddenly, Su Zimo shot her hand out, grabbing his. "Sit down, quick! They’re here!"