Chapter 10: True Love and the Three-Wheeler

The next day.

In a luxurious private estate in Jing Hai City, Chen Yang woke up early in the morning. Before he had even washed up, Ye Hong Yu dragged him out of the bathroom.

“I say, Third Sister, can you at least knock on the door before coming into my room next time? I was just taking a leak! This is an invasion of my privacy!”

Outside the villa was a vast lawn. Chen Yang grumbled as he adjusted his pants.

“Stop complaining. I only came in after I heard you finish, and besides, I’ve seen you like this since you were a kid. Now that you’re all grown up, you’re embarrassed?” Ye Hong Yu teased.

“These cars are all my collection. Which one do you like?” she added, pointing to a row of flashy sports cars on the lawn. There were Ferraris, McLarens, Porsches, and more, at least a dozen, lined up proudly with a smug look on her face.

“What?! So many sports cars? Third Sister, have you switched careers and opened a dealership?” Chen Yang looked around, dazzled by the sheer number of them, unsure which to pick.

“Enough with the nonsense. These cars only total less than a hundred million. Forget about choosing, the keys are in this basket. Pick whichever one you like.”

Ye Hong Yu tossed him a fruit basket, which was filled with car keys.

“Also, take this bank card. As a disciple of Long Hu Mountain, and my junior, how can you go out without money?” she continued, throwing another card his way. “The password is the date your master took you to Long Hu Mountain. There’s one hundred million in it. Spend it however you want!”

“By the way, here’s another task for you. Within a week, you must get Tang Fei Er for me. If you can’t, I’ll deal with you!”

“Also, in three days, it’s the fifth anniversary dinner of our Hui Yue Group. You must bring Tang Fei Er with you. The invitation is on the couch, go get it and give it to her yourself.”

Chen Yang mumbled an acknowledgment as he stared at the pile of car keys, feeling a bit awkward as he scratched his head.

“Third Sister, I know how to drive, but I don’t have a license.”

“Though we are Celestial Masters, we can’t do anything illegal,” he joked.

Ye Hong Yu clicked her tongue. “I neglected that detail. Okay, I’ll call a driver for you.”

“That’s not good.”

Chen Yang immediately shook his head. “If I go on a date with Tang Fei Er and want to do something naughty, it’d be so inconvenient to have a driver around.”

“So, what do we do now? Go take the driving test?”

“It’s too late for that now,” Chen Yang shook his head again, walking around the luxury cars. Suddenly, he spotted an old tricycle parked in a corner of the estate.

“This one’s good. I’ll take this!”

His eyes lit up as he walked towards the rusty tricycle. The key was still in the ignition, and he hopped on it, riding it in a circle around Ye Hong Yu.

“Ye Zong, this… this is my tricycle!”

The gardener looked at Ye Hong Yu helplessly, as he watched Chen Yang speed by.

This tricycle was the one he used to clean the estate’s weeds.

“It’s mine now! Awesome!” Chen Yang stopped in front of the gardener, grinning.

The gardener wanted to cry. Why choose my tricycle when there are all these luxury cars?

“Chen Yang, you’re not seriously thinking of riding this to the Tang family, are you?” Ye Hong Yu looked at him in disbelief as he lovingly caressed the tricycle.

“Of course! This thing is way cooler!” Chen Yang grinned. To him, luxury cars and tricycles were just modes of transportation. As long as it runs, it’s fine.

“Alright then!”

Ye Hong Yu face palmed, looking at the gardener with pity, and said, “Xiao Liao, I’m taking this tricycle. Go tell the finance department.”

She then turned to Chen Yang, raising her fist as a warning, “I’m telling you, once you take this tricycle out, don’t ever say you know me!”

“Third Sister, don’t say it like that. A tricycle is the true test of true love!”

“You see, a woman doesn’t mind that I’m poor, even though I’m riding a tricycle, she still chooses to be with me. Isn’t that true love?” Chen Yang chuckled.

“Heh, no matter how cool you look riding that tricycle, it’s still not as attractive as those scumbags driving Ferraris with one hand. At least the little girls like them more,” Ye Hong Yu replied, clearly unimpressed.

“Fine, if you like riding a tricycle, then go ahead.” Ye Hong Yu didn’t want to argue with him anymore. After all, it was his own embarrassment.

“Third Sister, you need to trust my abilities!” Chen Yang grinned. “Oh, wait! I just remembered something important.”

He suddenly slapped his forehead. His fiancée, Tang Fei Er, wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

She had already escaped from their wedding once before.

What if he excitedly went to find her, only for her to run away again? Wouldn’t that be so embarrassing?

He, the great Celestial Master of Long Hu Mountain, couldn’t have his wife constantly running away from him. What would that say about his dignity?

“No, I need to get the old man to speak to the Tang family first.”

With that thought, Chen Yang took out an ancient Nokia phone. It was so old it could only make and receive calls, but it was durable and reliable.

He dialed a number and called.

“Hello, old man? Why aren’t you speaking? Are you still sleeping?” Chen Yang said.

“Sleeping my foot! Do you think I’m like you? You little brat, you haven’t caused trouble again, have you?” came the angry voice from the other end.

“How could I cause trouble? I’m the youngest genius Celestial Master of Long Hu Mountain! Avoiding disaster is like child’s play to me. What trouble could I possibly cause?” Chen Yang retorted.

“Spit it out. What is it? What do you want?” The old man interrupted impatiently, thinking Chen Yang was in some sort of trouble.

“Old man, you’re a Celestial Master. Can you speak more civilly? You sound like a second-rate guy, constantly cursing. You have no grandmaster demeanor at all!” Chen Yang complained.

“Little brat, do you want to get beaten? Hurry up and get to the point!” the old man snapped, clearly getting annoyed.

Hearing the old man’s tone, Chen Yang grinned and finally said, “Old man, you remember those seven fiancées you arranged for me? I’ve already met the first one. But guess what? Tang Fei Er tried to run away from the wedding, so I caught her.”

“Call the Tang family and tell them not to let her escape again. I’m going to marry her right now.”

“This is for the good of Long Hu Mountain’s legacy, old man. You need to pay attention!”

“Is that it? This petty thing?” The old man immediately started cursing.

“You little brat, if you don’t give Long Hu Mountain ten or eight chubby kids, I’ll beat you to death!”

“Also, don’t bring me such trivial matters again… beep beep beep!”

“All done!” Chen Yang happily hung up the old phone, feeling content.

Even though the old man cursed a lot, when it came to doing things, he was always reliable.

He returned to the living room, where he saw a paper bag on the sofa. Inside were the wedding invitations.

Without a second thought, he stuffed them into his bag, put on his backpack, and rode off on his tricycle, whistling and feeling pleased.

Ye Hong Yu couldn’t help but face palm. She wondered what the Tang family would think when they saw him in this state.