Yang Guang and his classmates were still trying to figure things out when three luxury sports cars of different colors screeched to a halt right in front of them, boxing in the Bugatti.

It was a repeat of their encounter at the service area—the three cars had surrounded and stopped the Bugatti then, too.

Ouyang Xuan and his group had taken a wrong turn en route. After backtracking and having someone inquire about the correct path, they finally learned Zhang Yang’s correct route and sped to catch up.

Three cars, five people in total, jumped out.

None of the five looked particularly pleased. Having followed the wrong road was a significant embarrassment, making it little wonder their expressions were grim.

Seeing them, Zhang Yang’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily.

Mi Xue, standing beside him, was momentarily startled, then flushed. She wasn't aware of the poisoning plot, but she vividly remembered the reckless things she had done. Their appearance immediately brought back memories of their high-speed chase on the expressway.

Not only the speeding, but she had also worn such revealing clothes—it was mortifying.

“Beauty, what a coincidence! We meet again!”

A young man beside Ouyang Xuan chuckled and approached Mi Xue first, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he looked at her.

Today, Mi Xue was dressed in an entirely respectable outfit, appearing dignified and graceful, which only amplified the distinct aura she carried after her cultivation, making her even more captivating.

Mi Xue frowned and ignored him. In her mind, meeting these people was likely the last thing she wanted, as they represented a period of deeply unpleasant memories.

Ouyang Xuan also noticed Mi Xue and paused for a fraction of a second.

Today, Mi Xue gave him a completely different impression. During the previous street race, he had only found her spirited and beautiful enough to pique his interest.

But seeing her now, he felt an unfamiliar stirring in his heart—something he had never experienced with any other girl before.

“Brother Bai, what a coincidence! Do you still remember me?”

A short, young man next to Yang Guang suddenly darted over, smiling as he addressed someone next to Ouyang Xuan. However, the smile looked suspiciously like sycophancy.

“Who are you?”

The young man called ‘Brother Bai’ frowned, looking genuinely confused.

“I’m Zhu Fang! We had dinner together at Jinhua last time. Do you remember?”

The short young man spoke with excitement. Yang Guang and his friends looked utterly bewildered, while the man called ‘Brother Bai’ showed a glimmer of recognition.

“It’s you, kid! What are you doing here?”

Brother Bai was named Bai Feng, considered one of the prominent young masters from the capital. Zhu Fang was Yang Guang’s classmate, the one who drove the Mercedes.

Zhu Fang’s family specialized in construction contracting. His father had frequently sought favors from Bai Feng’s family, offering many gifts, which is how Zhu Fang learned of Bai Feng’s existence.

Ever since, Zhu Fang had schemed to establish a connection. He eventually managed to treat Bai Feng and his group to dinner through a mutual acquaintance—but it was only that one time. Later attempts to reach out were largely ignored.

That was why he was so eager to approach Bai Feng upon seeing him now, hoping for a chance to deepen their relationship.

“My friend claimed he owned a Bugatti. None of us believed him, so we came to see for ourselves, and it’s true!”

Seeing that Bai Feng recognized him, Zhu Fang nodded eagerly, his excitement mounting.

“Your friend’s Bugatti?”

Bai Feng seemed quite puzzled. He recognized Zhu Fang as the son of a minor contractor and couldn't fathom how he could be friends with Gu Fang.

He had been the one to investigate the Bugatti’s origins previously, mistaking Zhang Yang for Gu Fang—Gu Fang being one of the foremost young elites in Shanghai. Back then, he had been amazed at how young Gu Fang looked, wondering about his maintenance routine.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Xuan had approached Mi Xue. Standing before her, he forced himself to redirect his gaze toward Zhang Yang.

Ouyang Xuan offered a slight smile. “I have long admired Brother Gu from afar. I never imagined we would meet without recognizing each other. It was my fault last time. Today, fate brings us together again, so please allow me, your brother, to host a proper banquet for Brother Gu and apologize!”

“Brother Gu?”

Zhang Yang blinked in surprise. Mi Xue and Yang Wanying both looked astonished. Yang Guang even turned around, staring at Zhang Yang with utter confusion.

This was his cousin, Zhang Yang. How had he suddenly become ‘Brother Gu’? None of their relatives were surnamed Gu.

After a moment of confusion, Zhang Yang smiled gently and shook his head.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am not Gu Fang!”

Zhang Yang now understood that this person had mistaken him for Gu Fang, likely having traced the identity through the Bugatti. However, they had only uncovered half the story; they didn’t know Gu Fang had gifted the car to him.

“If you aren’t Gu Fang, then what about this car?”

This time, it was Ouyang Xuan’s turn to be stunned. He had never met Gu Fang but knew a little about him—Gu Fang was among Shanghai’s absolute top elites, and this Bugatti was a vehicle he had painstakingly bought from abroad.

Such a prized possession would be cherished by anyone; how could he lend it out so casually?

“He gifted the car to me!” Zhang Yang said with a faint smile.

“Gifted, gifted it to you?”

Ouyang Xuan was even more shocked. The car hadn't been loaned; it had been given away. A single word made a massive difference in implication.

To gift away a car like that implied a relationship of extreme importance; a limited-edition Bugatti was something money couldn't easily buy, and Gu Fang was known to be a car enthusiast. Who could possibly hold such sway over him?

At this point, Ouyang Xuan was truly astounded.

“Since I am not Gu Fang, then this invitation is off the table!”

Zhang Yang nodded slightly, then called out to Yang Guang, “Xiao Guang, if there’s nothing else, let’s head back early. Your uncle and the others are waiting for us!”

“Okay, we’ll go back right away!”

Yang Guang immediately agreed. His purpose for coming was to prove to his companions that he hadn’t been bragging, a goal that had certainly been achieved.

Regrettably, he couldn't give his friends a chance to enjoy the ride, but he dared not object to anything Zhang Yang said, especially since the car belonged to Zhang Yang.

Moreover, he wasn't foolish; he could tell that these people arriving in luxury cars didn't seem to be on the best terms with Zhang Yang. At a time like this, less trouble was better.

“Wait!”

Seeing Zhang Yang and his group about to leave, Ouyang Xuan called out urgently.

Bai Feng and the other young men beside him also gathered closer. Noticing their posture, Yang Guang quickly positioned himself next to Zhang Yang, looking visibly tense.

Seeing Zhang Yang staring at him, Ouyang Xuan hastily improvised. “Meeting is fate; meeting twice is destiny. If our friend doesn’t mind, please join us for dinner. I am Ouyang Xuan of the Ouyang family!”

For some reason, Ouyang Xuan didn’t want Zhang Yang to leave, and as he spoke, he couldn't help glancing subtly towards Mi Xue.

Ouyang Xuan’s action did not escape Zhang Yang’s notice; he saw through the young man's ulterior motive completely.

A fatal attraction—Mi Xue’s charm was undeniably potent, capable of captivating any man they happened to meet on the road. However, Zhang Yang felt no anger about this; the more outstanding his woman was, the better.

“Perhaps not this time; we can try another time if fate allows!”

Zhang Yang shook his head again, understanding that the other party’s interest lay not with him, but with Mi Xue. There was no way he would join them for such a tedious meal.

Saying this, he took Mi Xue’s hand and left.

Yang Guang had already run ahead, scrambling into the car first. Being able to leave now was the best option; he certainly didn't want a confrontation.

Judging by Bai Feng’s reaction earlier, if a fight broke out, he wasn't sure if his companions could help them. If they chose not to intervene, the four of them plus the two girls would surely be no match for the larger group.

Yang Guang was already contemplating a fight, and worrying about being overpowered.

He had no idea that, with the people standing before them, Mi Xue could handle them all with one hand, requiring no action from Zhang Yang at all.

Once in the car, Yang Guang honked the horn a few times and looked outside again.

Ouyang Xuan’s cars were currently blocking the Bugatti; they couldn’t drive out.

After several short honks, Ouyang Xuan and his group didn't move. Instead, several men beside Ouyang Xuan looked over with mocking expressions.

“Cousin!”

Seeing this, Yang Guang felt a fresh wave of panic and called out to Zhang Yang.

He still suspected these people intended trouble, and a fight might erupt today. As he called out, he anxiously scanned the car interior for any potential weapons, just in case.

“It’s fine. Just drive,” Zhang Yang said softly, shaking his head slightly.

Yang Guang was momentarily stunned, then repeated, “Their cars are blocking us in; we can’t get out!”

“I told you to drive, so drive. Why worry about their cars?”

Zhang Yang smiled faintly. Yang Guang was even more perplexed, his eyes widening further.

“Cousin, those are all expensive cars! Even a slight bump will cost a fortune!”

Yang Guang assumed Zhang Yang wanted him to ram the cars out of the way. While the Bugatti had the power to smash through, damaging either their car or the others’ luxury vehicles would be a costly affair. He could tolerate damage to the other cars, but the thought of harming the Bugatti pained him deeply.

“Who told you to crash? Drive the car!”

Zhang Yang sounded slightly exasperated but added a subtle infusion of internal energy to his voice. Yang Guang immediately stopped hesitating, turned the ignition, and moved forward.

A Ferrari was parked directly in front of them. Just as they were about to collide with the Ferrari, a sudden gust of wind swept in from the side, forcefully blowing the Ferrari slightly askew, creating just enough space for their car to pass through.

The wind arrived swiftly and vanished just as quickly. As soon as Zhang Yang’s Bugatti moved clear, it was gone.

Squinting as he watched this unfold, Ouyang Xuan’s eyes tightened, and his body gave an involuntary shudder.

The men beside him had also noticed the event. The gust hadn't been directed at them; they had merely squinted to guard against dust and were otherwise unaffected.

The moment Zhang Yang’s Bugatti cleared the blockade, they rushed to inspect the vehicles. They kept shaking their heads over the Ferrari. They had parked perfectly, leaving no gap for the Bugatti to slip through. That bizarre wind had pushed the Ferrari just enough to create an opening.

But a wind strong enough to move a car—how fierce must that wind be? While the capital was often dusty and windy, such an intense, localized gust was extremely rare.

No matter how they looked at it, the wind seemed to have aided them, vanishing immediately after clearing a path.

I promise this one to a reader: three updates tonight, though the third might be a bit later! RS