"You all eat first; once you’re done, head back and don't wait up for me tonight," Yang Yi said in a tone that was both casual and deliberately provocative, which immediately made Xuanyuan Bing feel a pang of embarrassment, and every student in the Western restaurant stared at them with slack jaws.

"Brother Yi! Yi…" Dongfang Mei'er was so choked with anger that the urge she had just felt to chase after him was instantly drowned out by a wave of jealousy. She could only stamp her foot in frustration right where she stood.

After Yang Yi and the others left, Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou exchanged a look. This glance held none of the previous teasing amusement; instead, it was weighted with gravity.

"If the Boss gets involved with the Xuanyuan family, the Shangguan family probably won't stand idly by," Ye Xiaohou stated seriously.

"En, and when that happens, it won't just be the Shangguan family; there's also the Nangong family!"

"And that person from the Nangong family has two brothers, plus the Tang family and the Ximen family!" Ye Xiaohou frowned as he spoke, asking, "Does the Boss even realize how much trouble he’s stirring up by doing this?"

"I don't know, and I don't know what he’s thinking either," Fatty Lin shook his head, genuinely unable to fathom Yang Yi’s motives.

Exiting the Western restaurant, Yang Yi slid directly into Xuanyuan Bing's red sedan, his signature roguish grin still plastered on his face, an air of inscrutability lurking in his eyes.

"Screech!" The car engaged, took a few turns, and they were out of Fudan University. The car moved smoothly, neither too fast nor too slow, yet the atmosphere inside was thick with a certain ambiguity.

Destination? — Unknown! Xuanyuan Bing’s intention? — Unclear! Yang Yi’s intention? — Seemingly quite complex!

"Miss Xuanyuan, where exactly are you planning to take this young master?" Yang Yi asked with a light, easy smile.

Xuanyuan Bing knitted her delicate eyebrows, glancing at him while navigating the car. "Aren't you a hooligan? How did you suddenly become a young master?"

"Haha, well, about that!" Yang Yi rested one hand on the window frame, shifted his posture slightly, and fixed his gaze on Xuanyuan Bing with an air of mock interest. "I am both a hooligan and a young master. Those who know me all know I have an infamous nickname!"

"An infamous nickname?" Xuanyuan Bing almost laughed but couldn't quite manage it, causing her crimson lips to bite down lightly.

In Yang Yi’s eyes, this small action seemed devastatingly alluring. It couldn't be helped—today, Xuanyuan Bing was wearing her school uniform, and because the collar on a girl’s uniform tends to be high, it tightly encased those twin mounds he mentally estimated as 34D soft pillows with remarkable fullness. Coupled with that specific expression, it was enough to stir a thoroughly impure thought in the heart of this self-proclaimed rogue.

"You brazen hooligan, keep looking and I might just gouge out your eyes!" Xuanyuan Bing seemed to sense his improper gaze. Though a flicker of shyness and anticipation stirred within her, her feminine sense of propriety compelled her to feign a cold, angry reprimand.

"Heh heh," Yang Yi retracted his gaze, though not before sneaking one last, lingering look on the way back.

"Hurry up and tell me, what is this infamous nickname?" Xuanyuan Bing, feeling Yang Yi had looked away, suppressed a momentary internal reaction before asking.

"You're so eager to know about me? Alas, I truly am irresistible. A beauty wants to know about me! Ah, what a pity…" Mr. Yang adopted a facade he’d been using for centuries, saying it with immense self-satisfaction.

"Pfft!" Xuanyuan Bing could hold it in no longer, covering her stomach with one hand as she burst into laughter.

Seeing her laugh, Yang Yi teased, "That’s better. Laugh if you want to laugh; don't hold it in, or it’ll be painful. Besides, it’s terrible for the development of certain areas!"

"Certain areas?" Xuanyuan Bing looked at him with confusion.

"You know, that area," Yang Yi said, a faint smile playing on his lips, as he gestured toward those tantalizing soft mounds.

"Tch!" The car screeched to an immediate halt.

"Damn it!" Yang Yi lurched forward, his face changing instantly. He slammed one hand onto the dashboard to brace himself and prevent flying forward. "Hey—Miss Xuanyuan, don't you know that’s dangerous?"

"You are shameless!" Xuanyuan Bing shrieked, and then, with a sudden, vicious stomp of her foot, she slammed the accelerator, and the car shot forward again.

"Good heavens, is this girl furious just because I pointed at her chest? Damn it, no, I need to buckle up!" Yang Yi muttered inwardly. Although he was currently just teasing Xuanyuan Bing, and even approaching her for a specific purpose, there was no need to risk his life over it.

Most importantly, damn it all, he hadn't even fastened his seatbelt yet, Yang Yi wailed internally.

After a while, "Hey!!!" Yang Yi called out to the frigidly silent Xuanyuan Bing. Seeing no reaction, a cold smirk suddenly curved his lips as he managed to regain his composure, his smile oddly unsettling.

As the saying goes, a woman’s mood is like the weather: sunny days are perfectly bright, and gloomy days are far darker than any overcast sky.

The car sped violently down the road, executing drifts with flawless precision, much to the annoyance of the surrounding pedestrians and traffic. And—most notably—it seemed the police officers were now zeroing in on this outrageous red sedan daring to street-race in the city.

"Here comes trouble…" Yang Yi glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered to himself.

Xuanyuan Bing seemed to have anticipated this. The car abruptly accelerated, surging from one hundred kilometers per hour. The speed increased, and suddenly, two more police cruisers appeared behind the initial one, flanking them seemingly determined to apprehend this vehicle at all costs.

"Hold tight," Xuanyuan Bing commanded unexpectedly.

Yang Yi didn't have time to react; he surmised she was accelerating even as she spoke, otherwise, how could he have been caught off guard? "Whoosh!" A series of piercing sounds erupted from the exhaust pipe, enraging the officers in pursuit.

"Wow, this racer is bold!" one officer angrily pointed at the red car, saying to the officer driving beside him.

"Alright, alright, Old Ma, don't distract me from driving. Once we catch them, they'll have plenty to answer for," the driving officer replied, simultaneously pushing the accelerator.

Watching all the police cars reflected in the rearview mirror, Yang Yi sneered inwardly. This girl hadn't come to him with good intentions today, and now she’d managed to attract the police. While the Xuanyuan family's influence in Huaxia meant this might not lead to serious consequences, this kind of hassle was still a huge waste of time.

"I guess I’ll humor her for a bit," Yang Yi mused privately before saying aloud, "If you don't hurry up, we’re going to be in real trouble."

"Hmph, trouble?" Xuanyuan Bing appeared utterly disdainful, modulating the car's speed with sudden decelerations and bursts of acceleration that nearly caused the trailing police cars to crash.

"Aargh—this car is really trying to provoke me today," the officer named Old Ma steadied himself, then pulled out a dark, chunky microphone from the console in front of him. "Traffic Command, Traffic Command, do you read?"

"Yes, yes, this is Traffic Command!"

"On Jiangwan Avenue, there is a red sedan, license plate number is [unspecified], they are racing wildly in the city, grossly violating traffic rules. Dispatch units immediately to intercept them. This is Traffic Officer Ma reporting!"

"Yes, mission accepted immediately!"

"Little brat, let's see how cocky you are now, daring to race in front of me!" the traffic officer named Old Ma declared with indignation.

The officer driving could only offer a wry smile. He knew Old Ma’s personality—a true hater of injustice, especially abhorring reckless driving—and merely shook his head slightly, maintaining a steady pursuit of the red sedan.

"You're heading for the freeway?" Yang Yi saw that Xuanyuan Bing had no intention of ducking into nearby small towns to evade the police, but was instead brazenly driving onto the expressway. He truly couldn't fathom what this girl was planning.

"You drive your car, I drive mine; stop nagging me!" Xuanyuan Bing responded indifferently, a flicker of hard-to-detect playfulness hidden beneath her icy expression.

"Oh my god!" Yang Yi muttered, shaking his head in resignation. He’d initially considered using his mind-reading ability to penetrate Xuanyuan Bing’s thoughts, but seeing the continuous flashing lights of police cruisers stretching out behind them in rows—red and green—he wisely decided to keep his mouth shut.

"@@#*@&@…" The sound of police sirens grew increasingly frantic.

The situation had evolved into something resembling a police chase for fugitives. Behind Yang Yi and Xuanyuan Bing's car, there were now nearly a dozen police vehicles, each carrying two or three officers. The scale of the pursuit was considerable, yet it carried the flavor of a game of 'policemen touring the park,' as every police car was pushing its limits but failing to close the gap.