Chapter 218 - 153: Mature Woman Su Xin (Part 2)
Chapter 218: Chapter 153: Mature Woman Su Xin (Part 2)
After washing up, Gao Yuan went straight to bed.
When Xiao Xiao finished her own routine and slipped under the covers, she lay directly on Gao Yuan’s chest and said, "So, a pretty girl left you her contact info today!"
"Did you add her?"
Gao Yuan knew the little slip of paper had worked.
"Of course not. Having you is more than enough for me."
Seeing Xiao Xiao’s disbelieving expression, Gao Yuan said, "You can check my phone if you want."
"No way. I’d rather not see anything that’ll hurt my eyes."
Gao Yuan gave an awkward smile.
He knew Xiao Xiao was referring to Lin Wanyu and Li Mengqing, but of course, Gao Yuan had his own way of dealing with the situation.
And that was to kiss her forcefully.
He would kiss her until she had no room to think about anything else. Problem solved.
Of course, Xiao Xiao was still on her period today, so the two of them only fooled around a little.
The next day was Sunday.
Gao Yuan had to leave in the afternoon.
Xiao Xiao had business in Shanghai for a while, so she couldn’t go back with Gao Yuan this time.
For the remaining half-day, Gao Yuan couldn’t be bothered to move. Yesterday had been quite active, so he decided to just stay home and spend some quality time with Xiao Xiao and Xiao Yu.
It was a nice plan, but plans never keep up with reality.
Somehow, word of what happened at the supercar club yesterday had reached Wang Sichao’s ears. Wang Sichao had originally been in Hangzhou, planning to talk to Gao Yuan about a potential collaboration, but he hadn’t expected Gao Yuan to have run off to Shanghai.
In the morning, while Gao Yuan was lounging on the balcony drinking tea with Xiao Xiao, he got a call from Wang Sichao.
He invited him to hang out in the afternoon.
As for what they would be doing, the guy said he wanted to keep it a mystery and that Gao Yuan would find out when he got there.
Gao Yuan naturally reported this to Xiao Xiao. She knew of Wang Sichao and vaguely remembered meeting him once.
It had been at a cocktail party, when she’d greeted Old Wang.
Xiao Xiao had no objections to Gao Yuan going out. He would have to interact with these kinds of people sooner or later, and she wasn’t against it.
Besides, Xiao Xiao had seen more than enough of how these young people partied. She felt Gao Yuan needed to go through this process too; at the very least, once he’d seen it all, he’d be more resistant to outside temptations.
Coincidentally, she also had to go out in the afternoon.
And what she had to do was something she couldn’t let Gao Yuan know about.
「Two in the afternoon.」
Gao Yuan and Xiao Xiao left the house together.
He had originally planned to give Xiao Xiao a ride, but she just smiled, told him to have fun, and left in her van.
Today, Gao Yuan was again driving the Cullinan. The driving experience was much better than other cars, and he was already wondering when he should buy one for himself.
Gao Yuan glanced at the address Wang Sichao had sent. It was the same clubhouse he’d been to before. Although he’d been there once, he didn’t have the kind of brain that memorized routes, so he still used his GPS to get there.
Inside the clubhouse, in a private tea room.
Today, Wang Sichao wasn’t surrounded by his usual flock of girlfriends; he was alone.
After learning that Gao Yuan was in Shanghai, he had come straight back this morning.
Compared to Hangzhou, he much preferred Shanghai.
This city was his home base, in a way. He spent most of the year here and was familiar with everything, from food and drink to entertainment—none of which could compare to what was available in Hangzhou.
Sitting at the tea table, Wang Sichao browsed the rankings on Qidian, leisurely waiting for Gao Yuan to arrive.
He happened upon a novel called *Who inherits the family wealth when everyone is reborn?* and suddenly grew curious about how these imaginative online authors understood financial freedom.
So, he started reading it. The writing style was one thing, but he found that the author’s understanding of women really resonated with him.
Some of the "shenanigans," in particular, struck Wang Sichao as quite creative.
He opened the book’s main page, originally intending to support the author by gifting an Alliance Leader, but was surprised to see a Golden Alliance Leader gift from someone named "An Unremarkable Mr. Gao."
The profile picture looked very familiar. He immediately opened WeChat and compared it with Gao Yuan’s profile picture.
It wasn’t just similar—it was a perfect match!
Well then. Wang Sichao, who had originally planned to just gift an Alliance Leader, went ahead and gifted a Golden Alliance Leader as well.
Seeing this, Wang Sichao understood. ’So Gao Yuan is one of us!’
’In that case, the plans for tonight will need some adjustments.’
He had planned to get straight to the point with Gao Yuan this time. He still had some capital on hand, and if he could get in on the skincare project Gao Yuan was working on, it would be a surefire moneymaker.
He had been closely following GY’s development recently. Although he didn’t know much about e-commerce himself, he was surrounded by plenty of capable people.
It was no secret that Yuanfang was collaborating with TikTok to build the GY brand.
Spending 200 million entirely on buying traffic—that was no small move.
Especially since Gao Yuan’s 300 million was a loan from the bank. The man had serious guts!
As for why Gao Yuan would take out a bank loan when he had a rich girlfriend like Xiao Xiao, that was easy to understand. When it came to starting a business, truly smart people never used their own money.
They either got it done with bank loans or used investors’ money.
If they succeeded, everyone was happy. If they failed, it wouldn’t cause any fundamental damage.
That included the Panda TV platform he had started. The rumor was that Old Wang had given him 500 million to start the business.
But that wasn’t how it happened at all. He had also used a small amount of his own capital to leverage funds from banks and investors.
He wasn’t stupid enough to play around with his own cold, hard cash like that.