Didn't you say last time that you would completely sever ties with Chenyang Group?

He Yubing nodded as she listened to Zhou Cheng's words.

She then asked, "Should I call the Group's driver, or shall we drive ourselves?"

"We'll drive ourselves. We can just take my car. I'll drop you off at home later and then head back to my place. I don't feel like coming back to the Group to pick up my car," Zhou Cheng said.

"Alright then, Second Young Master, please get in. I'll drive," He Yubing said, reaching for the driver's side door handle.

He Yubing was a good driver; she usually drove herself to work.

However, as she reached for the door, Zhou Cheng stopped her.

"I'll drive. I'm more used to having the steering wheel in my own hands. You can just sit in the passenger seat," Zhou Cheng said honestly.

It wasn't that he didn't trust He Yubing's driving skills; it was mainly that Zhou Cheng preferred to be in control.

Hearing this, He Yubing's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Sensitive as she was, she felt this must mean the Second Young Master still didn't trust her enough.

In an instant, Zhou Cheng read her thoughts from the look in her eyes.

He quickly added, "Don't overthink it. It's not that I don't trust you. On the contrary, I trust you completely—one hundred percent! So, stop sending me those kinds of photos, especially at night!"

He had barely been able to handle it this morning, let alone at night!

He might be trying to live a simple life, but he wasn't a eunuch!

"Oh," He Yubing replied.

Her face remained expressionless, but she felt a secret joy in her heart.

The Second Young Master said not to send them at night; didn't that mean he actually liked looking at them?

He clearly liked looking at them but said he didn't. He really was a man of contradictions!

At this moment, the secretly delighted He Yubing completely forgot that her purpose for sending those photos was to give Zhou Cheng leverage over her and gain his trust, not to get a review that he liked them.

He Yubing walked around the car, opened the passenger door, and sat down.

The interior was very clean. She intentionally sniffed the air; there was no smell of cigarettes or any messy perfume scents.

The Second Young Master really was tidy and self-disciplined.

She used to think he was just another playboy who spent his time in debauchery, but after truly getting to know him, she realized his life was simpler than that of any other wealthy scion.

"Second Young Master, don't you usually smoke?" He Yubing asked.

"No," Zhou Cheng replied as he sat in the car.

"Then what do you do when you're troubled? I see on Douyin that many men like to smoke to relieve their emotions when things go wrong."

"I don't run into things that trouble me. If someone makes me feel troubled, they'll certainly be more troubled than I am. Since that's the case, why would I need to smoke?" Zhou Cheng said indifferently.

He Yubing's heart trembled at his words. As expected of the ruthless Second Young Master.

Zhou Cheng said no more. After starting the car, he drove toward the Haosheng Hotel... The distance wasn't far, and they arrived in about twenty minutes.

He parked the car directly at the entrance of the Haosheng Hotel. After he got out, the receptionist recognized him and immediately stepped forward, taking his keys to valet the car.

The car was parked just two or three meters from the hotel entrance—this was Zhou Cheng's exclusive parking spot!

It was usually cordoned off with barriers and could only be used when Zhou Cheng's car arrived!

"Wait! Stop right there! I just asked you to let me park here and you wouldn't let me, but now you're parking this piece of junk here? Do you look down on my Porsche?"

Just as the receptionist finished parking the car, a young Porsche owner who had parked his own car happened to see Zhou Cheng's domestic new energy vehicle parked in the best spot at the Haosheng Hotel!

The man, who had brought a girl along to spend money, immediately wanted to take the opportunity to give the receptionist a hard time to show off in front of her.

"I'm sorry, this car belongs to our Second Young Master of the Zhou Family, and this spot is his exclusive parking space!" the receptionist explained patiently.

Zhou Cheng was still at the entrance. Noticing the commotion, he turned to look, his brow slightly furrowed.

The man who was still posturing felt Zhou Cheng's gaze. When he saw Zhou Cheng looking at him with an indifferent expression, his body jolted, and he quickly turned back to say:

"Oh, it's Second Young Master Zhou's car. Then there's no problem."

"You should have said the Second Young Master was coming earlier; otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to park my car here just now."

Cold sweat poured down the man's forehead. His family owned a small company in Shanghai that had made some money over the past two years, but he knew the strength of the Zhou Family! Trying to steal a parking spot from the Second Young Master of the Zhou Family on their own turf was practically a death wish.

Zhou Cheng withdrew his gaze.

He felt helpless. Could he really not even park a car without almost triggering a face-slapping plotline?

Just as he was about to go inside, a familiar figure walked over and called out to him.

It was Qiu Yuwei; she had already been there for an hour.

But because of the last incident, the staff at Haosheng Hotel remembered her. Even though she wanted to go in and wait ahead of time, the hotel staff wouldn't let her in.

So, she could only wait outside for Zhou Cheng to arrive.

Qiu Yuwei stood at the entrance, looking at the two of them.

She grumbled in her heart that the people at Haosheng Hotel were truly hypocritical and fawning—total sycophants! In her past life, she had entered and exited the Haosheng Hotel at will, and even the hotel manager hadn't dared to be the least bit negligent.

In this life, she had only drawn a clear line with the Zhou Family, and the people at Haosheng Hotel had immediately changed their attitude.

Even the receptionist at the door acted all high and mighty!

And when Zhou Cheng arrived? They turned back into servants!

Zhou Cheng looked at Qiu Yuwei. Having just been released from detention not long ago, her Aura was much weaker than before, but she still maintained an "I'm not wrong" posture.

It seemed that even now, Qiu Yuwei still hadn't realized her own mistakes.

Zhou Cheng said nothing and walked straight into the hotel.

He Yubing followed, and Qiu Yuwei tried to follow as well, but she was stopped by the hotel staff.

"I'm sorry, you have been blacklisted by the Haosheng Hotel."

Qiu Yuwei frowned. In her past life, coming here was like coming home.

"Let her in," Zhou Cheng said without looking back.

Only then did the receptionist let her through.

Zhou Cheng had Manager Wu arrange a small private room. After entering, he didn't order anything.

"Zhou Cheng, aren't you going to order first?" Qiu Yuwei sat across from Zhou Cheng, addressing him directly by his name.

There wasn't a hint of gratitude toward the Zhou Family in her tone.

However, Zhou Cheng didn't care. He had already instructed Zhang Weida to follow up on the compensation matters fully; he didn't need Qiu Yuwei's gratitude.

"No need to order. The prices here are very high; you won't be able to afford your half later," Zhou Cheng said casually.

"You're the owner here, and you're making me pay my share?" Qiu Yuwei looked surprised. In her past life, she had been very fond of the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall at Haosheng Hotel. Since her Rebirth, she hadn't tasted it yet and had been craving it.

She had planned to satisfy her cravings while they talked, but she hadn't expected Zhou Cheng wouldn't even order food.

"Of course. I recall you saying last time that you wanted to draw a clear line between yourself and the Zhou Family and the Chenyang Group? Now that you've come to talk business, why aren't you drawing that line anymore?"

"If I were to treat you, would that still be called drawing a clear line?!" Zhou Cheng said slowly.

He was wealthy and could throw money around easily, but for an ungrateful ingrate, even giving her a single cent felt like too much!

"You!"