The chassis slammed down hard, caught by the heavy-duty suspension and bounced right back up, only to be hammered down again by an even more violent force!
Each hit was heavier than the last, and the car was dipping lower and lower with every slam!
"Whoa... what the hell is going on!?" Chen Mo blurted out, jumping back in shock and pulling his hand away from the car. Jiang Xiaoya was startled at first, but then a wave of pure ecstasy washed over her.
She was shocked that her "Brother Lin Feng" was actually that strong. This wasn't just driving; he was basically operating a pile driver in there! Is he gonna straight-up kill that little bitch Zhou Xiaomeng? she wondered.
A flash of worry hit her—Chen Mo was right there, and if he figured it out, things would get messy. But mostly, she was thrilled. That slut Zhou Xiaomeng was finally being broken by Lin Feng! And right in front of her boyfriend's face, too!
Let's see if she still tries to play the "innocent princess" act after this. Little bitch! You asked for it!
"Uh... actually... it's..." Jiang Xiaoya's brain was spinning, trying to come up with some BS excuse. I mean, the car was parked, and it was rocking that hard—what else could it be? Anyone with half a brain would know exactly what kind of "show" was going down inside.
But just as Jiang Xiaoya started sweating bullets, Chen Mo's eyes lit up. He clapped his hands together, looking hyped.
"I get it! It's the DiSus hydraulic system! I remember seeing this—the Yangwang U8 can literally dance in place, right?"
"Holy crap! This tech is insane! I'm finally seeing it in person! Look at that suspension, look at the power... man, Chinese cars are really leveling up!"
"Huh? Oh—yeah! Totally! You're right!" Jiang Xiaoya grabbed onto his "brilliant theory" like a life raft. She wiped away the sweat she didn't actually have and nodded along. "Good thing you know your cars! That's exactly what it is!"
"Yo! Everyone, get over here! Check this out!"
Chen Mo acted like he'd discovered a new continent. He started waving like a maniac at a group of classmates setting up the event space nearby.
"Coming! What's the big deal?"
A few guys jogged over, looking curious. Chen Mo stood there looking all proud, like he actually owned the damn thing. He pointed at the violently shaking U8 and bragged:
"Look! The Yangwang U8 is doing its dance routine. Isn't that sick?"
"Hurry up, get your phones out! Take photos, record it! What are you waiting for? Post this online later—it'll definitely go viral!"
As he spoke, Chen Mo was the first to whip out his phone, hitting record and aiming it right at the car.
You're a legend... a total freaking legend... Jiang Xiaoya watched Chen Mo's excitement, and she didn't even know where to start roasting him. Your girlfriend is literally being pounded into the upholstery by another man, and not only are you not suspicious, but you brought your boys over to watch, take photos, and film it?!
I'm done. This guy wears the 'cuckold' crown like a pro.
At first, the other students saw the rhythmic, violent shaking and their minds went straight to the gutter—"car sex" was the obvious guess. But once they heard their class president, Chen Mo, confidently declaring it was the "dancing suspension," they remembered seeing those viral short videos of the feature. Their brains took the bait immediately.
"Woah, for real? This is that 'jumping in place' thing?"
"Nuts! That suspension travel is crazy!"
"Film it, film it! This is way better than those review videos online!"
While everyone was snapping away, one of Chen Mo's buddies, Zhou Zhihao, paused. He'd found a plot hole.
"Wait a sec," he said, scratching his head. "The owner isn't even here. Why would he make the car dance? Is it remote-controlled?"
Chen Mo gave him a "look at this rookie" glance, acting like a total expert. He patted Zhou Zhihao on the shoulder.
"You're behind the times, man. This thing has remote control and Sentry Mode! He probably saw us hanging around the car and triggered it remotely to show off and give us a thrill!"
"Hey, that's just how rich people are! They love a good low-key flex," Chen Mo explained with a grin. The crowd suddenly had their "Aha!" moment.
"Ohhh—that makes sense!"
"Guess we just don't understand the world of the wealthy!"
"This owner's got some moves!"
The car rocked violently for a while, then suddenly stopped. Just as the crowd thought the show was over and felt a bit let down, it happened.
The car started jumping again, but this time with a faster, more frantic tempo! It wasn't just up and down anymore; there was a side-to-side sway mixed in. The whole body of the car looked like a ship tossing in a violent storm—it was a total blur!
The group filmed for a bit longer until the shaking seemed like it was never going to end. They eventually went back to setting up the venue. After working for a good while, they returned and were stunned to see the U8 was still going at it.
"Let's take a group photo here!" Jiang Xiaoya suddenly suggested.
"Sure, the lighting's actually pretty good over here," He Qingqing said, glancing at Zhou Zhihao standing next to Chen Mo, her face flushing slightly. "Yeah, let's do it!" She walked over and pointedly stood right next to Zhou Zhihao.
"Alright, everyone... one, two, three... Cheese!"
Click!
The shutter snapped, freezing the moment.
In the photo, a group of young people were striking poses and smiling sweetly in front of their decorated venue. Behind them, the million-yuan luxury SUV—still "dancing" like crazy—served as the most unique and badass backdrop ever.
And then, as if it was perfectly timed, the moment the photo was taken, the car finally stopped shaking. It sat there quietly, as if the owner had been remotely coordinating the whole thing just for their picture.
"Alright! Let's keep it up, guys!" Chen Mo shouted, pumping everyone up as he tucked his phone away. "Great job today. I'll buy drinks for everyone in a bit!"
But as soon as he realized buying drinks for six people would cost him at least twenty bucks, his heart sank, and his smile turned a little stiff.
Inside the car, Lin Feng held the limp, delicate body beneath him with total satisfaction. Zhou Xiaomeng was basically a puddle in his arms, completely drained of strength.
Because of the way she was slumped, her impressive chest was pressed tight against his, molding to his shape as he took heavy, ragged breaths. Her face was flushed deep red, like a ripe peach. Her hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to her cheeks and neck, with a few stray strands clinging to her lips as she continued to pant unconsciously.