45: Chapter 45 The Rich Second-Generation Roommate's Test

Jiangcheng University, Girls' Dormitory 306.

It was Friday afternoon and there were no classes, yet the dormitory was busier than usual.

Ruan Xintian sat in front of the vanity mirror, holding a Rouge Pur Couture lipstick, carefully lining her lips. The girl in the mirror had exquisite makeup, and her Gucci T-shirt was ironed without a single wrinkle.

Through the reflection in the mirror, she glanced at Su Nianyao, who was packing her backpack behind her.

Su Nianyao was dressed simply today, in a white T-shirt and jeans, but that face was simply too stunning—even without makeup, she looked better than Li Jing did with a full face of makeup. Ruan Xintian felt a bit uneasy. A couple of days ago, Su Nianyao had suddenly brought back a Hermès bag, claiming it was bought by her family; this had been a thorn in her side ever since.

Everyone had lived together for three years; who didn't know Su Nianyao's family's situation? Someone who couldn't even bear to spend money on braised pork in the cafeteria, suddenly carrying a bag worth over a hundred thousand?

Either it was a high-quality fake, or... she had taken some crooked path.

"Nianyao, are you heading home too?" Ruan Xintian capped her lipstick, turned around, and put on the reserved smile typical of a rich girl. "It's so hot out, taking the bus is such a hassle. My dad just bought me a new car to practice with, why don't I give you a ride?"

In reality, it wasn't on the way at all.

Ruan Xintian lived in a villa district in the south of the city, while Su Nianyao's run-down home was in an old residential complex in the north. She just wanted to see if Su Nianyao would dare to get in the car. If she were a fake socialite, she would definitely show her true colors in front of a real luxury car.

Su Nianyao zipped up her backpack and tucked her Huawei Mate Ultimate phone into her pocket.

"No need, Xintian, my family is coming to pick me up." Su Nianyao smiled, her tone as flat as if she were talking about the weather.

"Your family?" Ruan Xintian raised an eyebrow, sneering inwardly.

That uncle who drove a taxi? Or that mother who set up a street stall?

"Alright then, let's go downstairs together." Ruan Xintian picked up her car keys, deliberately exposing the porsche shield logo, and spun them on her finger. "I just happen to want to see what car your aunt and uncle have changed to."

The two walked out of the dormitory building one after the other.

September in Jiangcheng was still as hot as a steamer, and the cicadas in the trees were maddening.

There were quite a few cars parked downstairs at the girls' dormitory, mostly there to pick up girlfriends. bmws, Benzes, and Audis were standard, and occasionally a Mustang or Civic would be there revving their engines to show off.

Ruan Xintian walked up to a pink porsche 718 and pressed the unlock button.

Beep beep.

The lights flashed, and the streamlined body was blindingly pink in the sunlight. Girls passing by cast envious glances, and a few boys couldn't help but take a few extra looks.

This was style.

Ruan Xintian pulled open the car door, and a wave of cool air rushed out—she had remotely started the air conditioning earlier.

"Nianyao, you're really not coming?" Ruan Xintian stepped into the car with one foot, looking back at Su Nianyao, who was standing on the side of the road. "It's too hot today, that's a ride-hailing car, right? How much longer do you have to wait? Don't let your makeup melt... oh right, you're not wearing any."

Every word was dripping with superiority.

Su Nianyao didn't take the bait. She looked down at her phone and replied to a message: "Are you here? I'm downstairs."

"I'm here, Young Miss."

Almost as soon as the message was sent, a low, deep engine sound drowned out all the surrounding noise.

It wasn't the explosive roar of a sports car, but a low growl like a deep-sea beast—steady, restrained, yet carrying a heart-stopping power.

A two-tone car slowly glided over.

The top half was champagne gold, and the bottom half was obsidian black. The car body was absurdly long, and the huge waterfall-style grille shone with a cold, sharp light in the sun. Under the three-pointed star logo on the hood was a line of low-key but expensive letters—maybach.

maybach S680.

As soon as this car appeared, the bmws and Audis nearby instantly turned into toy cars.

Ruan Xintian's foot, which had stepped into the porsche, froze in mid-air. Her family had some money, so she naturally knew her stuff. This car cost four or five million on the road, and it wasn't something you could get immediately just by having money; you had to pay a premium and join a waiting list.

The car stopped steadily in front of Su Nianyao.

The driver's door opened, and a middle-aged man in a crisp black suit and white gloves stepped out. He wasn't your average driver; the man carried himself with a steady, capable aura—clearly a butler-level figure who had undergone top-tier professional training.

The man walked quickly to the back seat, his back straight, opening the door with one hand while shielding the top of the door frame with the other to prevent the passenger from bumping her head.

The movement was as standard as a scene in a movie.

"Young Miss, the boss sent me to pick you up." The man's voice was loud and clear, tinged with respect. "The car is stocked with the chilled bayberries you like, and the air conditioning has been set to 24 degrees."

Su Nianyao nodded, handed her backpack to the man, and turned to look at Ruan Xintian, who was completely petrified.

"Xintian, I'll be going now." Su Nianyao waved. "Drive carefully."

With that, she bent down and climbed into the incredibly luxurious back seat.

Thud.

The car door closed, shutting out all prying eyes. The maybach didn't rev its engine; it just glided away silently like a land yacht, leaving behind only taillights that were out of reach for anyone else.

Ruan Xintian stood on the spot, the porsche door open, cold air leaking out, yet she felt a burning heat all over.

Young Miss?

The boss?

A maybach picking her up?

Was this still the same Su Nianyao who used to run her legs off for a six-hundred-yuan scholarship?

"Impossible... absolutely impossible..." Ruan Xintian muttered to herself. Thinking of something, she dove into the car, fumbling to pull out her phone.

When the maybach had turned around earlier, she had seen the license plate.

Jiang A·88888.

That license plate was worth more than the car!

Ruan Xintian took a deep breath and dialed a number. It was a girl she knew from the Jiangcheng Supercar Club, named Sister Lan, who was the most well-informed person she knew.

"Hello? Sister Lan, can you help me check a license plate?" Ruan Xintian's voice was trembling. "Jiang A·88888, I want to know who owns this car."

There was a silence of a few seconds on the other end, followed by Sister Lan's serious, even slightly warning voice.

"Xintian, did you get into trouble?"

"No... no, I just saw it and was curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Sister Lan's voice was very low. "In Jiangcheng, there is only one place that this license plate can enter and exit freely, and that is Dragon Bay No. 1. The owner's information is top secret, but I can tell you that the Huihuang Group changed hands a couple of days ago, and it is said to be the work of this car owner. If this person lifts a finger, small companies like ours will be wiped out."

The phone in Ruan Xintian's hand nearly dropped onto the gear stick.

Dragon Bay No. 1.

That was a forbidden zone in Jiangcheng, a manor where only the top elite were said to reside. It was said that the security guards there were all retired special forces soldiers, and even a fly had to have its DNA tested to fly inside.

Su Nianyao... lived in Dragon Bay No. 1?

Cold sweat streamed down Ruan Xintian's back, soaking a large patch of her Gucci T-shirt.

What had she just done? She had been showing off in front of an expert, flaunting her wealth in front of the God of Wealth?

And she had even tried to probe whether she was a fake socialite. She was a real princess experiencing life in disguise!

"Thank you, Sister Lan... I understand."

Hanging up the phone, Ruan Xintian sat in the driver's seat, her heart pounding wildly. She looked at her exquisitely made-up face in the rearview mirror and suddenly felt like a clown.

But soon, the look in her eyes changed.

It was a strong desire that rose after the fear subsided.

Since Su Nianyao hadn't turned hostile and had even greeted her, it meant that this relationship wasn't broken yet.

This was a connection to Dragon Bay No. 1! If she didn't latch onto it, she, Ruan Xintian, would be the biggest fool in Jiangcheng!

With trembling fingers, she dialed her father's number.

"Dad, didn't you say you got two boxes of Mother Tree Da Hong Pao tea last time? Don't drink it, absolutely do not drink it! Save it for me!"

"What gift? I'm going to give it to a roommate! Dad, don't worry about it. If I can build a good relationship this time, our family's engineering project next year might increase tenfold!"

After hanging up, Ruan Xintian started the car.

The pink porsche roared out of the school gate, but this time, Ruan Xintian's hands on the steering wheel were more respectful than ever.

...

In the back seat of the maybach.

Su Nianyao didn't know that her roommate had already made up a whole drama about a wealthy family. She was eating chilled bayberries while sending a WeChat message to Chen Fan.

【Dad, the car is quite comfortable, but it's too flashy. I almost scared my roommate to tears just now.】

Chen Fan replied instantly: 【Scaring her is good, it saves any Tom, Dick, or Harry from showing off in front of you in the future. By the way, there might be some changes on your brother's side tonight, be prepared.】

Su Nianyao looked at the screen, a beautiful arc appearing at the corners of her mouth.

Changes?

It seems that stubborn brother of hers is finally going to bow his head under the iron fist of money.

"Uncle Wang, drive a bit faster." Su Nianyao put down her phone and looked at the streetscape flying past the window. "I'm hungry, I want to eat the food Dad makes."

"Alright, Young Miss, hold on tight."

The maybach accelerated, like a black lightning bolt, driving towards the manor that symbolized the pinnacle of power in Jiangcheng.