20: Chapter 20: Not greasy, not oily, the highest level.

Tang Luochuan signaled everyone to get in the car.

The matte black body of the panamera gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight after the rain.

It left the three girls breathless...

Even though Shen Muyan wasn't materialistic, she was still drawn to the car, and a flicker of vanity began to emerge.

Then Li Jiaqi suddenly stepped forward and said very enthusiastically: "Junior, where are we going? Let me navigate for you; I'm familiar with Shanghai."

Taiwan Novel Network is great for killing time, super smooth.

The intention was clear: she wanted to sit in the passenger seat.

Shen Muyan, that silly girl, actually believed her and walked silently to the back seat.

This could be considered a mid-tier player tactic,

But Junior Tang liked playing straight: "Huh? But I want to sit in the front with Shen Muyan."

"..."

Shen Muyan quickly touched her face, hoping it wouldn't heat up again; it had already flushed several times today.

"Oh? Shen Muyan, you don't go out much, do you?" Li Jiaqi looked at Shen Muyan and reminded her with a pointed remark.

Shen Muyan nodded: "Yeah, I'm really not familiar with places to hang out."

"But I just want to sit in the front with you. Or, if either of you knows how to drive, I can sit in the back with her, that works too! There's no partition anyway."

Tang Luochuan's attitude was clear, though it was also a bit shameless.

He wasn't naturally this direct, but having money gave him the confidence to skip the beating around the bush.

Of course, he couldn't do whatever he wanted, but as long as the methods were normal, most people wouldn't refuse.

Neither Li Jiaqi nor Wang Fangfang knew how to drive, so seeing this, they had no choice but to let Shen Muyan sit in the passenger seat while Tang Luochuan drove.

Once in the car, Tang Luochuan opened the satellite map: "I found a mall that has go-karts and food. Since it's raining, we'll skip Disneyland for now, and I'll take you there alone another day, Shen Muyan."

His flirtatious remarks became more obvious with each sentence.

Shen Muyan sat in the passenger seat, fumbling clumsily for the seatbelt. The more nervous she got, the harder it was to find the buckle!

"Is this guy a high-level player??" Li Jiaqi felt her heart skip a beat when she heard that.

Every sentence was perfectly ambiguous—direct but not sleazy—and carried a bit of that unique, junior-like cuteness that made it impossible to dislike him.

"Click... click..." Shen Muyan's fingers fumbled blindly along the side of the seat, still unable to find the seatbelt.

Tang Luochuan leaned over, his voice dropping a notch: "Shen Muyan, let me help you."

"No, no, I can do it myself..." Before she could finish, the boy had already leaned over.

He braced his left hand on the edge of Shen Muyan's seat and reached his right hand toward her waist, his entire upper body practically spanning the space of the passenger seat.

It was too close.

Shen Muyan instinctively recoiled, but the back of her head hit the headrest, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

"Don't move," Tang Luochuan said softly. "Found it."

He held that position, his cheek almost pressing against Shen Muyan's chest.

From the perspective of the back seat, it looked like the boy had buried his face in his senior's chest.

Shen Muyan stiffened, not daring to move a muscle.

She clearly felt it—in that instant, his earlobe had brushed against something soft.

He definitely brushed against it...

"I-is it done...?" Shen Muyan's voice carried a hint of grievance.

Tang Luochuan took the seatbelt and clicked it into the buckle.

"Click," the seatbelt was fastened.

Only then did Tang Luochuan sit back up slowly, as if nothing had happened, and just winked at her: "Done! You smell so good, Shen Muyan. Let's go!"

He still wore that harmless expression.

"..." Shen Muyan's body remained tense, not daring to move.

A feeling of being 'violated' by the person she liked surged into her heart.

It was very contradictory; clearly, the other party had gone too far, but he was also the person she liked.

Li Jiaqi in the back seat took in the whole scene, her pupils trembling.

What the hell kind of level is this?!

She had seen too many tricks—sleazy men who deliberately created physical contact, hypocrites who pretended to be gentlemen while actually scheming, and those low-class losers who started groping the moment they met.

But this move by Tang Luochuan was practically art.

Natural: Helping with the seatbelt—what a legitimate reason.

Brief: A touch and then away—leaving you with no room to protest.

Innocent: That "I'm just trying to help" expression, paired with his youthful features—who could bear to blame him?

Ambiguous: But that angle, that distance, and that remark about her "smelling good" were clearly intentional flirting.

The most critical part was—he left Shen Muyan unable to voice her frustration.

Claim she was taken advantage of? He was just fastening a seatbelt. Say she didn't feel anything? Then who was the one with the heart pounding like a drum?

Li Jiaqi pinched her own thigh in the back seat, staring at the back of Tang Luochuan's head with a complex look in her eyes.

This junior is definitely an expert.

And he's the kind of top-tier hunter who thinks, "I know I'm flirting with you, and you know I'm flirting with you, but you just can't do anything about it."

She glanced at Wang Fangfang, who was still clueless beside her, and then at Shen Muyan in the passenger seat, whose ears were bright red, yet who couldn't help but peek at Tang Luochuan's profile.

She suddenly felt that coming along today might have been to witness a teaching case study.

But for all of this, there was one condition: the guy had to be tall, rich, and handsome!!

Even falling short by a little bit wouldn't work...

A short, rich, handsome guy pretending to be a "little brother" would just be a real little brother; falling short on height doesn't cut it.

Not rich? That's just pure harassment, and he'd get a slap in the face.

Tall, rich, but ugly? Heh, he lacks the handsomeness and innocence of youth! It's disgusting!

Tang Luochuan stepped on the gas, and the panamera slid out smoothly.

A few minutes later, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

"What do you usually like to do, Junior?" At this moment, only Li Jiaqi could carry the conversation.

Shen Muyan was still immersed in the heat on her chest, even though it had only been a faint, almost imperceptible brush.

And Wang Fangfang didn't know how to handle this at all; she only knew how to watch the fun.

"Oh, I usually just play games, play basketball, play soccer! Or sleep, watch anime! Watch movies, scroll through short videos! I like eating strawberries, grapes, cantaloupes, mangoes...! I like drinking milk tea, Luckin Coffee, Mixue Ice Cream & Tea lemon water..."

"Oh right, I have a consumption record at Mixue Ice Cream & Tea. Can I go shop at the malls in Shanghai???"

Tang Luochuan suddenly made a joke from the internet; rumor had it that Shanghai had its own "Shanghai currency," and consumption was extremely high.

Low-end groups weren't allowed to shop there, especially those with consumption records at Mixue Ice Cream & Tea, who were classified as low-income.

Of course, this was just a joke!

Li Jiaqi didn't speak; she scrutinized his back again.

She didn't know if this boy talked a lot, but all those words just now were clearly not meant for her.

They were meant for Shen Muyan.

To let the girl know more about him, so she could find common topics.

"You... you like anime too, and milk tea?" Sure enough, Shen Muyan had found a common topic.

Tang Luochuan felt smug; he didn't actually like them that much, he had just said it casually.

With so many hobbies, there would always be one that overlapped with Shen Muyan's—and look, they had just hit it off.

"Senior, treat me to milk tea! How about it?" Tang Luochuan suddenly said, stepping on the gas.

"Huh? I treat?" Shen Muyan snapped back to reality, her face full of astonishment.

Li Jiaqi in the back rolled her eyes.

This wasn't asking the senior to treat him; it was clearly Tang Luochuan intentionally handing her a favor!

It was nothing more than letting Shen Muyan buy a few cups of milk tea, and then he would turn around and use "returning the favor" as an excuse to give her a valuable gift.

Not abrupt, not sleazy, and it could even make the girl feel helpful! Everything was done seamlessly.

"You really nailed that act..." Li Jiaqi muttered to herself.