Han Yong and Ma Honglian had gone out to visit relatives, driving their Qiu7, its trunk and back seat filled with various gift boxes.

When people had just had a taste of success and were eager to show it off, they couldn't bear to stay at home for a moment longer; they had to make a few rounds in front of all their acquaintances before they felt satisfied.

His parents were like this, and Han Lie was somewhat the same.

He opened his suitcase, pulled out a shirt he had never worn before, ironed it until it was immaculate, and then put it on.

It was a mass-produced shirt from Isaia, made from top-quality fabric. It wasn't particularly expensive, just over 6,000 yuan, but the color was incredibly audacious—a bold crimson.

Han Lie, whose physique had been enhanced by his cheat, wore the slim-fit shirt so it stretched tautly over him, his pectoral muscles clearly visible.

He threw on a camel hair coat, wore straight-leg casual pants, put on his Starry Sky Watch King, and, carrying his Prada document clutch, happily went out.

This outfit was entirely logo-free, understated and discreet.

Han Lie's subtle calculation was that ordinary people could only guess at his status from the quality of his clothes, but it would be extremely difficult for them to pinpoint the price.

Besides, Chen Yanfei's social circle was likely quite high-class, and everyone would be well-dressed. My blending in with them would be like a husky trying to blend in with a pack of wolves… Well, there's some subtlety in that, I suppose.

As for the watch, that was my insurance policy. It guaranteed that if any unexpected conflict arose, the moment I rolled up my sleeves, the other party would immediately calm down.

Otherwise, was I really going to use my 79 points in Strength and Agility, along with my professional-grade boxing skills, to take down these youngsters one by one?

No way. With my status, even arguing with them would be beneath me.

Leaving home, he hailed a taxi outside his residential complex and made a beeline for the Tian Ye Resort in the suburbs. Despite its very down-to-earth name, it was actually quite a famous high-end leisure spot in Dream City.

Han Lie had heard people talking about it back in junior high. The owner, Tian Ye, was Dream City's most famous and legendary big shot.

The guy wouldn't have many good years left, but he was currently at the peak of his success.

The resort not only boasted Dream City's only golf course but also had a hot spring hotel, various functional private courtyards, several pick-your-own gardens, a swimming pool, a gym, KTV, and many other entertainment facilities.

It was rumored—just rumored, mind you—that this place operated an underground casino year-round, catering exclusively to prominent and well-vetted bosses, making it a very reassuring place to gamble.

In the hotel's spa center, the young and beautiful masseuses could, for an extra fee, offer you some 'extra-special' company...

So, every weekend, the resort's parking lot was filled with luxury cars from the surrounding cities and counties. Just two years prior, one could even see wealthy mine owners from the mountains driving Land Rovers, accompanied by bodyguards, their back seats piled high with sacks of cash.

The "mountains" referred to mining areas, and naturally, the sacks were filled with cash.

A single sack dumped into the finance office would take at least half an hour just to count.

Such a place naturally gave birth to many stories, eagerly gossiped about by the common folk, though who knew how much truth there was to them.

Anyway, a place like this wasn't really suitable for young people to gather. But when I thought about the local customs back home, I somewhat understood. The rich kids in Dream City were combative, loved to gamble, reveled in excitement, and adored ostentation. Wasn't this the perfect place for them to party?

Moreover, when it came to legitimate enjoyment, the resort was by no means lacking.

On the several small hills behind it, there were orchards, fish ponds, and reservoirs; free-range chickens roamed, and several acres of organic vegetables were cultivated. The resort's dining department used its own home-grown, natural, organic ingredients, and their head chef's skills were considered top-tier in Dream City.

Later on, it was said that a young nouveau riche found inspiration here and subsequently built an even larger, more luxurious resort on a mountain in a neighboring city.

Using high-tech cultivation methods, they actually managed to grow premium-quality jelly oranges, Hami melons, and mangosteens on the mountain. A single cucumber sold for over 400 yuan, and a crispy-rind watermelon for more than 2,000 yuan. Even then, you couldn't get them just by wanting them; even Jack Ma had to get in line for a holiday visit—it was truly outrageous.

However, before that resort opened, this place was the only one of its kind in the surrounding counties and cities.

Right now, the strawberries were perfectly ripe, and Chen Yanfei had been eagerly looking forward to picking them herself and eating her fill.

Of course, I supported her. I even wanted to grow them for her myself!

...

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the resort. The security guard showed none of the typical snobbery and very warmly escorted him to a shuttle buggy.

Chen Yanfei had been too embarrassed to have Han Lie pick her up from her apartment building, so she was already waiting at the gate of their reserved private courtyard.

When Han Lie saw her from a distance, she was surrounded by several people—well, perhaps "pestered" would be a better description.

The main difference was her visible impatience, while the three individuals clearly lacked perception.

One of them was a girl, who appeared to be locking horns with her.

Han Lie's vision was already enhanced to its peak; he discovered, much to his surprise yet not entirely shockingly, that the girl was actually the Vixen...

Seriously? You two really start fighting the moment you meet, huh?

Another boy turned out to be his nephew, Xiao Xiao, standing aside with a sullen expression, utterly silent.

The last boy was also an acquaintance—Han Lie's old classmate, District Director Zheng.

This guy was notorious in class for only associating with the wealthy and for looking down on anyone less well-off than himself, whether in grades or family background; he was incredibly snobbish.

Perhaps high schools in ordinary places wouldn't have such classmates, or at least they wouldn't display their snobbery so openly.

But it was quite common in Dream City.

Kids started making comparisons from junior high, which was one of the roots of Han Lie's insecurity in his previous life.