Inside the car.
Annie sat uneasily, clearly tense.
Cai Kun finally had time to glance at her. Without her flight attendant uniform, with her hair in a bun, Annie looked even younger and more vibrant.
A grey knit sweater layered over delicate white lace revealed her elegant collarbone.
Her curves peeked through the dim lighting of the car.
Her smooth, shapely thighs beneath her shorts glowed like milk under soft light.
Standing over 170cm, even with flat white sneakers, her tall and slender figure was eye-catching.
Her light makeup gave her a pure and sweet look, yet there was no shortage of charm.
Cai Kun was surprised at how stacked Annie actually was—and his eyes couldn't help but linger on her legs.
Those legs... he could admire them for a whole year and never get tired.
Already shy, Annie noticed his gaze sliding along her body and settling on her thighs. She shifted uncomfortably and crossed her legs.
She bit her lip and stayed silent, but the weight of Cai Kun's stare felt like invisible hands brushing over her skin.
Flattered yet flustered, she struggled to stay composed.
"Have you looked enough? Can you just focus on driving?" she huffed shyly. "I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman, but turns out you're just another perv."
Instead of being embarrassed, Cai Kun chuckled. "Admiring beautiful things is human nature. I'm just being honest."
"Yeah, well... even if it looks good, you shouldn't keep staring."
Annie's voice trembled a little. "It's rush hour. Shouldn't you focus on the road?"
"Just lift your head and take a look."
Cai Kun's words confused her. She looked up—and was stunned.
Even though it was rush hour, traffic ahead of them was unusually smooth.
The cars on both sides instinctively kept a safe distance from the Lamborghini, creating a strange clear zone around them.
Nobody dared to cut in.
That's just how intimidating a Lambo was. Drivers would rather avoid getting into trouble with such an expensive car. If an accident happened, even with insurance, it'd be a nightmare unless it was 100% the Lambo's fault.
This was in a financial hub like Shanghai—imagine in a smaller city.
Annie shook her head. Yep... money really does make the world better.
"This car… you bought it?" she asked after a pause.
"Yeah. Picked it up yesterday."
"But you're just here to visit Shanghai, right? You're going back to Jiangcheng soon. What are you gonna do with the car?"
"I start college in September. My university's in Shanghai," Cai Kun replied casually.
"What?" Annie nearly choked. "You're still in college?"
Cai Kun looked young, sure—but his calm demeanor made her assume he was around her age or at least not younger.
She never expected he was still in school.
"First year."
He said it like it was no big deal.
"So… how old are you?" she asked cautiously.
"Just turned eighteen."
Cai Kun flashed a bright smile.
Annie's brain short-circuited.
She was twenty-five. Already graduated. Working full-time as a flight attendant. At her age, the pressure to settle down was real.
That's why she gave him her number on the plane.
Who would've thought... the first passenger she ever gave her number to turned out to be only eighteen?
They say older women are like gold bricks to younger men. Well, she was seven years older—how many bricks would that be?
By the time Cai Kun graduates, she'd be pushing thirty.
She used to tease passengers chasing younger girls. Now she was the one becoming the "older woman."
The idea made her want to back out, especially if her coworkers found out. How would she even explain herself?
But part of her didn't want to let go.
Cai Kun's background was something else.
Business class seat. Bought a Lambo on a whim. And he was only eighteen.
She'd underestimated him.
If she gave this up, she might never meet another like him again.
She recalled the looks her coworkers gave him. Even if they found out his age, they'd still throw themselves at him.
Rich middle-aged men had no shortage of girls. But Cai Kun? Young, rich, and hot. Top-tier.
"Does age really matter?" he asked suddenly.
"Doesn't it?" she shot back.
If it ever became serious—even marriage-level—then yeah, age mattered.
"Well, if you think it matters, then it matters," Cai Kun smiled faintly. "But if you decide it doesn't, then it really doesn't."
Annie fell quiet.
She changed the subject. "Where are we eating? It's peak dinner time, most places will be packed."
"Don't worry. Someone's treating me to dinner and they've already made the reservation. We just need to show up."
"You're lying."
Annie's eyes narrowed. "So this isn't you taking me to dinner—it's someone else taking you, and I'm just tagging along."
"It's just business," Cai Kun replied. "They wanted to talk. I couldn't refuse. But I needed a date, so I brought you."
"We're not even a thing, how am I your date…" she muttered, blushing.
Cai Kun didn't respond. He simply reached out and placed his hand gently on her thigh.
His warm palm and slightly rough fingers made her skin tingle.
Annie's cheeks turned bright red. She tried pushing his hand away. "Stop... We've only just met."
Cai Kun smiled.
Yep. This flavor... is just right.
That faint green-tea vibe—soft, flirty, and not yet skilled—was oddly charming.
He didn't move his hand.
And Annie, after failing to resist, bit her lip and accepted it silently.
Soon, the Lamborghini pulled into the entrance of Liang She Night Banquet.
After parking, they both stepped out.
Cai Kun casually took Annie's hand. She resisted for a moment—then went quiet.
Only then did he stroll confidently toward the restaurant's doors.