5: Chapter 5 The Shy Zhao Yaqin

Early the next morning.

The first rays of sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the dilapidated window, landing on Zhao Yaqin's peaceful sleeping face.

Wang Yang opened his eyes. The person in his arms was still asleep, breathing evenly, her eyelashes resting quietly.

He looked down at her, at this face that had become ten years younger, and his heart softened completely.

Memories of last night came flooding back.

That madness, that intimacy, that longing suppressed for three years.

It had all been released to the fullest that night.

Wang Yang raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against Zhao Yaqin's cheek.

From her smooth forehead, to her petite nose bridge, and then to her slightly flushed lips.

His movements were as gentle as if he were touching a rare treasure.

Zhao Yaqin's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was still hazy from sleep, and when she met Wang Yang's eyes, she froze for a moment.

Then, realizing the situation, her cheeks flushed bright red.

She subconsciously shrank into the quilt, her voice soft, sweet, and shy.

"Why... why are you staring at me..."

She was already in her forties, yet in front of this young man, she couldn't help but feel shy.

Wang Yang chuckled, reached out to pull her back into his arms, and rested his chin on her head.

"I can never get enough of looking at my woman."

Zhao Yaqin's heart skipped a beat, and she buried her face in his chest, not daring to look up.

Wang Yang's hand gently stroked her back, his voice deep and gentle.

"Sister Yaqin, did you sleep well last night?"

"...Mm."

Her voice was muffled, like the hum of a mosquito.

"I slept well," Wang Yang smiled.

"Holding you, I slept very soundly."

Zhao Yaqin's face grew even hotter, and she poked his chest lightly with her finger.

"You... stop it..."

"Why should I stop?"

Wang Yang lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"I want to hold you and sleep every single day."

Zhao Yaqin's body trembled, and the tips of her ears turned bright red.

She bit her lip, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"Xiaoyang... I..."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Yaqin looked up and met his eyes.

Her gaze held shyness, happiness, and a hint of confusion.

"Why do I feel... like you seem different today?"

Wang Yang was stunned.

Zhao Yaqin reached out to touch his face, frowning as she examined him carefully.

"It's just... I can't put my finger on it, but you seem better looking? It's strange..."

As she spoke, she blushed herself.

Wang Yang's heart stirred.

His personal charm had increased by ten points, moving from slightly above passing to good.

She might not be able to articulate it, but she could feel it.

He smiled and held her hand.

"There's nothing different, it's still me."

Zhao Yaqin stared at him for a long time, then finally buried her face back in his chest, blushing.

"Maybe I saw it wrong..."

Wang Yang smiled and ruffled her hair, saying nothing.

The two of them held each other like this for a while.

Wang Yang suddenly remembered something and silently recited in his heart.

"System, use Eye of Recognition to check Zhao Yaqin."

A transparent light screen instantly appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Zhao Yaqin]

[Age: 42]

[Beauty: 92]

[Figure: 90]

[Critical Hits: 2]

[Overall Score: 94]

[Conception Assessment: Qualified]

Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

The beauty pill not only made her look ten years younger, but also added two points to her beauty score.

Her overall score had directly increased by four points.

Ninety-four points.

What kind of concept was this?

He had previously glanced at the system's standard for rating women.

Anything above ninety points was already a one-in-ten-thousand beauty.

Ninety-four points, that was a true great beauty.

Wang Yang looked down at the person in his arms, the more he looked, the more satisfied he was.

Zhao Yaqin felt uneasy under his gaze and asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Wang Yang kissed her on the forehead.

"I just think you're really beautiful."

Zhao Yaqin's face turned even redder.

"I'm already this old, still beautiful..."

"Beautiful," Wang Yang said earnestly.

"More beautiful than many young girls."

Zhao Yaqin was so shy she couldn't help but lightly punch him.

"You only know how to coax me..."

Wang Yang smiled and didn't explain.

It would be better for her to discover some things on her own later.

After cuddling for a while longer, Zhao Yaqin gently pushed him away and sat up.

"I should go back."

Wang Yang was stunned.

"Qianqian didn't come home last night, and I didn't go back all night; she must be worried."

Zhao Yaqin tidied her hair and started getting dressed.

"I need to go back and check on her."

Wang Yang watched her put on that camel-colored cashmere coat, feeling a bit reluctant to let her go.

"Then I'll take you."

"No need."

Zhao Yaqin turned around, reached out to straighten his collar, her eyes gentle.

"You get some rest; last night... you were exhausted too."

After she finished speaking, her face turned red again.

Wang Yang took her hand and kissed it.

"Then when will you come again?"

Zhao Yaqin bit her lip and thought for a moment.

"Tonight, perhaps. After things settle down with Qianqian."

Wang Yang nodded, stood up, and walked her to the door.

Zhao Yaqin opened the door and looked back at him.

The morning light shone in from the corridor window.

It fell on her, highlighting her fair skin and gentle features.

"Xiaoyang."

"Hmm?"

"I... I am very happy."

After saying this, she turned and walked away quickly, the sound of her high heels fading down the hallway.

Wang Yang stood at the door, watching her back disappear around the corner of the stairs.

The smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

After Zhao Yaqin left, Wang Yang returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

He took out his phone and opened the banking app.

Balance: 20,000,000

A full twenty million.

He had only ever seen so many zeros in a certain metropolis.

Wang Yang stared at that string of zeros for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

At this time yesterday, he was still worrying about six hundred and twenty yuan.

Today, there was twenty million lying in his account.

Wang Yang remembered the bmw x5m Competition Edition in the system again.

And it was even modified into a Black Warrior style.

With on-the-road costs of one point seven or eight million, all the paperwork was ready, just waiting for him to pick it up.

Wang Yang stood up and walked to the dilapidated mirror.

The person in the mirror still had slightly red eyes, but his gaze was completely different.

He was no longer the desperate, broken, poor kid from yesterday.

He was a man with twenty million, a luxury car, and a system.

He was also a man who had Zhao Yaqin.

Wang Yang smiled at the mirror, turned around, and began to tidy himself up.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on that faded jacket.

He hadn't bought new clothes yet, but that was okay; he would have them soon.

Before leaving, Wang Yang shoved the stack of bills he had picked up from the floor into his pocket.

Over two thousand yuan—the humiliation Young Master Zhang had thrown in his face.

Now, this amount of money wasn't even a fraction of his assets.

But he would keep it.

Keep it to remind himself how he had been trampled underfoot yesterday.

Wang Yang pushed open the door of the rented room and walked into the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.

...

An hour later.

Wang Yang stood at the entrance of the BMW 4S dealership.

The huge glass showroom was bright and transparent, and the BMW logo at the entrance shone in the sunlight.

Through the glass, he could see a row of brand-new cars parked inside, gleaming.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open to enter.

Warm white lights shone on the car bodies, and the faint scent of leather drifted in the air.

The showroom was large, with luxury cars lined up one after another; even the most low-key ones started at four hundred thousand.

Wang Yang stood at the entrance and swept a glance across the room.

Several salespeople were gathered at the front desk, some looking down at their phones, others chatting together.

A Saleswoman wearing a black professional suit stood by the door, her back to him as she touched up her makeup.

He walked over.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up a car."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear in the quiet showroom.

The Saleswoman turned around.

Her gaze swept over Wang Yang.

An ordinary black jacket, ordinary casual pants, and a pair of old sneakers.

Everything he was wearing combined didn't exceed two hundred yuan.

The smile on her lips faded instantly, and she didn't even move her body.

"Pick up a car? What car?"

Her tone was very perfunctory.

Wang Yang frowned: "bmw x5m Competition Edition."

The Saleswoman was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

She laughed without restraint, the kind of laugh one gives to a fool.

"Sir, are you sure?"

She looked him up and down.

"That car costs nearly two million on the road, you..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear: Can you afford it?

Wang Yang's expression darkened.

Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Yang?"

The voice was sharp and grating, carrying undisguised sarcasm.

Wang Yang turned around.

Liu Qian was walking in through the door, arm in arm with Young Master Zhang.

She was wearing a new style of white down jacket.

She had an LV scarf around her neck and exquisite makeup on her face.

Young Master Zhang was still dressed in designer brands, holding car keys in his hand, strutting swaggeringly.