Su Yan: ???
I don't know what you're talking about, but it must be filthy!!
He's never tried twin-tails, but… do we really have to announce it so openly?!
Su Yan shot David Lee a look. "It was an away game last night; we got back super-late.
And you're still thinking about fun."
"Mm-hmm~"
David Lee didn't deny it, then grinned: "Yan, did you and Mengmeng last night…?"
"What are you imagining?"
Su Yan shook his head. "I only met her for the first time last night."
"Seriously?!"
McGrady leaned in, gossip blazing. "The news is everywhere—saying you two are officially dating and already living together."
"Believe it and you lose."
Su Yan shrugged.
"All right."
Seeing how serious he looked, McGrady believed him; after all, between trash media and Su Yan…
he'd rather trust the latter.
David Lee bought it too and chuckled: "Yan, you've got this—conquering a Hollywood goddess is epic!!!"
"That's Mengmeng we're talking about!"
Curry joined in. "Body, face, fame—she's flawless.
She's the dream girl for millions.
She kissed you first; strike while the iron's hot and seal the deal!!!"
WTF… we literally met once, everything was forced, and now I'm supposed to "seal the deal"?
What are they even saying?!
Su Yan shook his head, half-amused and too lazy to explain—probably pointless anyway.
Time to train.
Training makes you stronger and earns cash—way more practical!!!
6 p.m.
Raphael Rebecca finished practice and messaged Su Yan right away: seven o'clock at Union Square.
6:40.
Rebecca arrived.
6:55.
Su Yan showed up too.
From afar he spotted Rebecca shining in the crowd.
White ruffled T-shirt, denim shorts, tiny white sneakers.
Angel face plus killer body.
Sweet, cute, and—crucially—twin-tails adding playful bounce.
One word: perfection!!!
Even Su Yan was stunned; if she'd been a 95 before, this look added at least two more points!
97.
Purely on face and figure, that's top-ten global-beauty-list territory.
She just stood there, head-turn rate near 100%.
Guys hit on her; she turned every one down, heart set only on Su Yan!!!
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Seeing she'd arrived first, Su Yan apologized.
"No, no!"
Rebecca shook her head, beaming. "I just got here too—perfect timing!"
"Ha!"
Su Yan laughed, gave her the once-over and smiled: "You look gorgeous tonight!"
"Really? It's nothing~"
She played coy, but inside she was ecstatic.
She'd spent over an hour picking this outfit for exactly this compliment.
"Let's go, you must be starving—food first!"
"Sure~"
He took her to the grill she'd been craving.
M7 beef, short ribs, Aussie striploin, tomahawk steak, all top grade, plus skewers.
And a king crab done five ways: shell with egg custard, whole-steamed carapace, garlic-vermicelli legs, typhoon-shelter fry, and steamed crab meat with egg.
Finished with a gold bottle of Ace of Spades.
"Wow—so lavish!"
Dish after dish, Rebecca's eyes widened, her inner foodie instantly exposed.
Then she frowned: "I'll gain pounds after this~"
"Tonight's a cheat meal!"
Su Yan grinned. "Plus you're already tiny—no need to obsess over weight."
Truth.
At 5'6" she carried every curve yet weighed only 95 lbs.
Flawless.
Looked tall and slim.
She complained, joked—and never stopped eating.
When a foodie meets great food, diet guilt vanishes.
Just feast.
An hour later they were done, Rebecca blissfully slumped in her chair.
Su Yan paid.
Total damage: 18 grand, the gold Ace of Spades alone eight.
He asked how she liked it.
She giggled: "Tastes fancy, different—but I couldn't describe it."
Su Yan smiled.
Like him, she knew nothing about wine.
Eight-grand Ace tasted much the same to him as the five-hundred-buck bubbly at the arena canteen.
Slightly better, sure—but not enough to justify the price gap.
Whatever.
Didn't matter.
Enjoy the moment.
After dinner he suggested: "Walk around a bit?"
Rebecca nodded furiously.
No woman refuses shopping—especially with the guy she likes.
Absolute bliss.
While eating they'd chatted about recent news, favorite films, places to visit.
Mostly she talked, he listened.
They say sharing is the highest romance.
Only answered sharing turns romance real.
As listener, Su Yan responded and let her bask in it.
A girl who loved to share.
This was her ideal vibe.
By the meal's end she liked him even more, utterly hooked.
She looped her arm through his, nestling close.
She didn't know his feelings, but she'd already cast herself as his girlfriend.
Flowers, locker-room fun, dinner and shopping—
to her it all screamed love.
They strolled; Rebecca bought nothing.
"Nothing caught your eye?"
he asked.
She shook her head, smiling: "Too pricey—Union Square stands for fashion and luxury.
It's the priciest shopping zone.
I can't afford anything; just breathing the rich air is enough for me!"
I'd wondered why she hadn't grabbed items she clearly loved.
Turned out she was skimping.
She never expected me to pay either.
Su Yan smiled, pulled her back into several stores and bought her two Prada dresses,
a pair of Hermès shoes,
a Gucci bag,
and a bottle of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle.
Top-tier luxe—compensation, no need to scrimp.
Cheap anyway: barely 30 grand—three triples.
Rebecca protested.
He teased: "I took your first time; if I don't even buy you clothes,
that's just hit-and-run."
She'd initiated it, but he wasn't a love-'em-and-leave-'em guy.
She smiled, said no more, heart blooming.
Last stop: Versace. After a loop she felt done,
and they left.
But the sales assistant Miss watched Rebecca with pure envy—
Prada dress, Hermès shoes, Gucci bag, Chanel perfume,
every shopping bag in Su Yan's hands she recognized,
all apex brands,
clearly bought by her boyfriend.
And the guy was tall and gorgeous.
"Wow~"
After they left, the Miss nearly cried: "How much incense did that girl burn in her last life to land a man that perfect!!!"
Outside,
Rebecca clung to Su Yan, smile never leaving her face; even silent, she was over the moon.
After the stroll
she hugged his arm tighter. "I've booked a room at the St. Francis Hotel…"
She didn't finish.
Unspoken understanding.
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