The pagani drove through the night...
Half an hour later, it stopped at No. 48 Shuinianhe Road.
At the entrance, three people were already waiting.
Wang Congcong leaned against his ferrari 488, a cigarette between his fingers, unlit.
Qin Fen leaned against the Green Lamborghini, his phone tucked back into his pocket, his gaze fixed on the street corner.
Wang Zheng had his arm around Wang Siqi, not speaking, just waiting.
"They're here," Qin Fen was the first to spot the cool gray shadow.
The pagani turned the corner, its headlights sweeping over them before stopping steadily at the entrance.
Wang Congcong put his cigarette back into the pack.
Qin Fen straightened up.
Wang Zheng released Wang Siqi's hand.
All three of them stared at the passenger door.
Holy crap, a pagani!
"What kind of car is this? Never seen it before..."
"A pagani huayra! Forty million! There are only three in the country!"
Phone flashlights lit up in a flurry.
Jiang Cheng turned off the engine and glanced outside.
A huge marquee, streamlined lighting design, a long queue at the entrance, and security guards maintaining order with walkie-talkies.
Through the thick soundproof door, one could feel the low-frequency vibrations coming from inside.
That rhythm that could make one's heart tremble.
"PLAYHOUSE," Jiang Cheng read the sign at the entrance. "They say this place is really fun, it's Chengdu's hottest Electronic Music Theater this year."
She knew this place.
It just opened today, and it's said to have become incredibly popular within three months of opening.
Over a thousand square meters of space, with international first-tier DJs.
Recently, when Beckham came to Chengdu, he specifically came here late at night to play, was photographed by Chinese fans, and immediately became a trending topic.
So this bar has been very popular recently.
An Xin's gaze swept around through the car window.
The entrance was filled with trendy young people.
The men wore loose hoodies with bucket hats, and the women wore Oversize T-shirts, with exquisite makeup, walking in in twos and threes.
Seeing An Xin staring at the group of people holding up their phones outside the window, her expression a bit subtle, Jiang Cheng naturally reached out and patted her thigh: "Don't worry, they won't photograph you..."
With that, Jiang Cheng very naturally opened the car door.
Seeing Jiang Cheng get out of the car, An Xin also followed suit.
She knew Jiang Cheng's capabilities; as long as he didn't want to be photographed, they naturally wouldn't be put online for netizens to point fingers at.
A black stiletto sandal stepped out.
Followed by a straight, fair leg.
Black camisole, denim shorts, long hair flowing, earrings gently swaying in the night.
She stood beside the forty-million pagani, looking up at the three of them.
Wang Congcong, Qin Fen, and Wang Zheng were all stunned for a moment.
He had seen An Xin many times.
When was she not in a suit, a long dress, elegant and proper?
When was she not cold-faced, making people afraid to look too long?
But at this moment—
Damn.
Only this one word remained in the three men's minds.
Qin Fen also didn't speak.
He remembered what he had said that afternoon at the hotel entrance:
"Usually, driving a supercar feels pretty cool, but actually driving this car to pick up a woman like Sister Xin, it feels a bit like pulling her down from a pedestal..."
Now he saw it with his own eyes.
It wasn't pulling her down from a pedestal.
She walked down herself.
And after walking down, standing there, she looked even more damn beautiful than when she was on the pedestal.
Wang Zheng subconsciously glanced at Wang Siqi beside him.
Wang Siqi was also stunned, staring at An Xin, her expression very complex.
But none of the three dared to look too long.
The moment An Xin appeared, some female internet celebrities, shop explorers, and even young trendy guys who were looking at the pagani couldn't help but gasp.
"As expected of a divine car with only three in the world, this girl's quality is top-notch!"
"Holy crap! This girl is so beautiful!"
"Her face is also very natural, finally not some blonde girl with a 'tech face'...
"Exactly, the supercars we usually photograph are cool, but as soon as the girl gets out, you can tell her chest is fake..."
"Quick, take pictures, quick!"
The moment Jiang Cheng and An Xin appeared, those holding phones swarmed forward like sharks smelling blood.
In that instant, the Security Squad members who had already dispersed among the crowd also began to move.
No one saw where they came from.
In the queue at the entrance, several men in plain clothes suddenly appeared.
Not only that, but if you take a step forward, you'll find someone standing right in front. If you move a step to the left, there's also someone standing to your left.
A young man with dyed blonde hair, not believing in evil, squeezed forward a step.
A hand gently pressed on his shoulder.
He turned around, and a young man in a gray hoodie looked at him, smiling: "Buddy, delete what you just took, just photograph the car."
His tone was very polite.
But that look in his eyes, it wasn't the look of a security guard.
It was the kind of look only someone who had seen blood could have.
The blonde-haired young man froze, put down his phone, and took two steps back.
All those phones stopped three meters away.
Wang Congcong was the first to react, not teasing An Xin.
"Brother Cheng. Sister Xin."
Qin Fen also came over: "Been waiting for you for ages."
Wang Zheng didn't speak, but the smile on his face was clearly one reserved for close friends.
The eyes of several internet celebrity girls almost popped out.
Wang Congcong called him "Brother Cheng"?
Who is this person?
Some of the onlookers nearby who heard that Wang Congcong and Qin Fen were waiting for Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be surprised.
Some people were gathered here specifically to photograph Wang Congcong and Qin Fen.
These three flaunted their supercars, parked them here, and stood at the entrance for over half an hour, just waiting for someone.
Who the hell is this?
They were looking at that woman.
The woman, who was called "Sister Xin" by three top-tier rich second-generation heirs, had a very faint expression on her face.
Among the queuing crowd, some whispered:
"Who's that? Wang Congcong calls her'sister'?
"No way... What kind of person is Wang Congcong, to call someone'sister'...?"
"Shh, don't ask around randomly."
Soon, the group walked inside.
Through the metal door, down a dimly lit corridor, and pushing open the soundproof door—
Music rushed out.
Laser lights swept across the dance floor, and the DJ's scratching on the turntables made hearts pound.
Space-themed animations played on the huge LED screen, making the entire venue feel like the interior of a spaceship.
Watching the figures swaying to the music on the dance floor, An Xin suddenly felt a little dazed.
Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look at her: "What, uncomfortable?"
An Xin withdrew her gaze: "No..."
Jiang Cheng took a step forward, "The booth is over there."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Xin felt her hand being enveloped by a warm, dry palm.
A sudden warmth spread through her palm as her hand was held.
In that instant, the surrounding noisy music, the flickering laser lights, and the crowd on the dance floor seemed to have been muted.
An Xin's mind buzzed.
She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back.
But after just a slight twitch of her fingertips, she gave up.
Don't panic.
An Xin pursed her lips, quickly suppressing the subtle ripple of emotion on her face, letting him lead her, her steps steadily following.
Only her heart wasn't so obedient.
Thump, thump.
The three people behind, who witnessed this scene, paused in their steps simultaneously.
Their eyes briefly met in the air.
Qin Fen's mouth moved, silently uttering two words: "Awesome."