Boss Bian, already irritated from being woken up, was even more pissed off when he heard those words. “Ke Mingxuan, don’t threaten me. I’ve been alive for over thirty years and never been scared of anyone.”

“Fine.” Ke Mingxuan said, about to hang up the phone.

“Hey, wait!” Bian Yiqiu quickly called out to him. “I’m at the club… the hotel upstairs.”

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Ke Mingxuan’s lips. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Hello, I still need to take a…”

Bian Yiqiu didn’t finish his sentence before the sound of the phone being hung up echoed in his ear.

“…bath,” he insisted on completing his thought. He placed the phone on the nightstand to charge, then, out of habit, lingered in bed for a while before sluggishly getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Ke Mingxuan waited downstairs for half an hour before finally seeing him arrived with a sullen face, walking like a wandering soul, with a diligent tail following behind him.

Bian Yiqiu opened the passenger door, turned back, and told Zuo Cheng, “Take two days off. Don’t follow me.”

Zuo Cheng said, “Things are unsettled recently. Old Qian’s people are pressing hard. I’m not at ease with you going out alone.”

“If you keep following me, he’ll kill you,” Bian Yiqiu pointed to Ke Mingxuan, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

Ke Mingxuan greeted the stoic bodyguard with a smile, “Hey.”

Zuo Cheng’s mouth twitched involuntarily. After a moment of thought, he probably decided that, with this young master around, his boss’s personal safety should be fine. So, he silently turned and left. Little did he know, his boss’s safety was only ever at risk when he was with this person.

Bian Yiqiu got into the car and casually took a sip from the coffee placed beside him.

Ke Mingxuan started the engine and drove off, saying lightly, “That’s mine.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do.”

Bian Yiqiu couldn’t understand at all. “What’s there to mind? You’ve already drunk my saliva, so what’s the big deal if I have a sip of your coffee?”

Ke Mingxuan was amused by his irritation. “Fine, go ahead and drink.”

So, Boss Bian complied and took another sip. “Is it just coffee? Anything else?”

“What else do you want?”

“Breakfast.”

“None.”

“Park the car, I’m getting down to buy some.”

“You can’t park here.”

“When did the great Mr. Ke start following traffic rules?”

“In your eyes, what kind of person am I?”

“Young master, spoiled rich kid, crazy, rogue, bastard. Which one do you prefer?”

“All of them are fine.”

“Seems like Mr. Ke has a pretty good self-awareness.”

“I have a better understanding of you.”

“Such as?”

“Like how certain places are especially deep.”

“…”

Bian Yiqiu used all his self-control to stop himself from throwing the coffee in his hand at Ke Mingxuan.

When they arrived at the agreed location, several cars were already waiting for them. As soon as they heard the roaring sound of Ke Mingxuan’s Hummer, a few men standing nearby, smoking and chatting, all turned to look at them.

Bian Yiqiu hadn’t gone off-roading before because he honestly couldn’t understand the appeal of driving out to some desolate place just to suffer. Probably just this group of rich young masters who had never known hardship—they led such smooth lives that they couldn’t relax unless they found some thrill to shake things up.

As for why he agreed to go with Ke Mingxuan, well, he might have been out of his mind.

Ke Mingxuan stopped the car, opened the door, and jumped out.

Bian Yiqiu, hungry and exhausted from lack of sleep, didn’t feel much more awake after finishing the large cup of coffee. But out of courtesy, he still got out of the car and followed Ke Mingxuan.

“You finally made it, huh? We’ve been here freezing our asses off for half the day, and you won’t even pick up your phone?”

The person speaking had a rather sharp tone, and Bian Yiqiu thought to himself, Someone actually dares to talk to Young Master Ke like that? Now that’s a first. He couldn’t help but feel a little smug as he glanced at Ke Mingxuan.

The latter didn’t respond to him, merely replying indifferently, “Didn’t hear you.”

The strange thing was that the man didn’t continue to yell at Ke Mingxuan. Instead, he shifted his gaze to Bian Yiqiu. “Who’s this?”

“Bian Yiqiu,” Ke Mingxuan gave a brief introduction, then pointed to the people standing beside him. “Fang Rui, Zhao Bin, Liang Ziyue, Ruan Chengjie, Li Ze.” Finally, he pointed at the man who had just spoken, “Lin Jiayan.”

“Bian Yiqiu? So you’re President Bian from Jiu’an,” Zhao Bin, who was slightly big than the others, seemed a bit surprised when he heard the name. He spoke while glancing at Ke Mingxuan, as if trying to gauge something.

Bian Yiqiu smiled and shook hands with the chubby man. “President Bian sounds a bit awkward. Just call me by my name.”

“Jiu’an, the one that competed with Huarui for the 7-15 plot last time?” Liang Ziyue, who appeared quite refined, was also a bit surprised.

Bian Yiqiu, rarely feeling humble, responded, “Huarui is a real estate giant in Z City. How could Jiu’an compete with them? They probably just didn’t care for that plot.”

“Not exactly.” Ruan Chengjie, standing next to Bian Yiqiu, took a drag from his cigarette. He let the nicotine linger in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. “I’ve had my eye on that plot for a long time. But losing is losing. You’ve got some skills.”

“…This is awkward.” Bian Yiqiu couldn’t believe he was meeting a rival here of all places. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Ke Mingxuan had set this up on purpose.

Li Ze let out a chuckle and said, “You two consider yourselves to be fated to meet. In the business world, there will be plenty of chances to love and kill each other. Let’s set off now. It’s already almost ten o’clock. If we keep delaying, we definitely won’t make it to Luwei Slope before dark.”

Meanwhile, Ke Mingxuan, who had been whispering with Fang Rui, raised his head and, with full energy, said, “Let’s go.” The group began to joke and laugh as they walked to their respective cars.

Suddenly, Lin Jiayan walked up to Ke Mingxuan and said, “I’ll ride in your car.”