The next day. The Bugatti's deep roar echoed through the streets, attracting onlookers. The arrogant, all-black body flashed like lightning, its license plate featuring five nines on the hood adding to its blatant arrogance. Gu Chengyu, one hand on the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator with effortless ease, savoring the thrust and roar of the top-tier supercar. Awesome! A satisfied smile played on his lips. This was the car Gu Chengyu should be driving. The massive, ornate gate of the Gu family manor slid open silently. Inside, two rows of servants and bodyguards in matching dark uniforms stood at attention, easily a dozen in number. The car didn't slow down at all, arrogantly whipping up a gust of wind as it cruised over the babbling fountain, executing a smooth drift before stopping in front of the main villa. The doors automatically opened. Gu Chengyu took a long stride, his custom-made black leather shoes clicking crisply on the ground. He casually removed his sunglasses, tossed them aside without even glancing at them. The middle-aged butler standing by the door immediately stepped forward, bowing slightly, and respectfully caught the expensive sunglasses with fluid movements. "Young Master Chengyu," the butler and the servants on either side greeted him in unison. Gu Chengyu grunted in response, as if he had heard. He continued walking, striding straight through the high, wide hallway, his black shirt outlining the faint outline of his abs with each step. Really, driving a sports car is so much more fun. The pent-up frustration that had been building up inside Gu Chengyu finally dissipated a little. Thinking of the beat-up Mercedes he'd forced into the garage for Su Qianqian, he felt a surge of irritation. That little thing, they'd only been together a few days, and just when he was about to get her, she'd called a halt. Her face flushed, she'd pushed him, making a condition: he wasn't allowed to drive that iconic Bugatti in any public place where she was. With the die already cast, what could he do? He could only reluctantly agree to these humiliating conditions. And what happened afterward? Every day, he was driven either a Maybach or a Rolls-Royce, or one of those other understated cars he found too old-fashioned. He felt uncomfortable even just sitting in them, let alone driving them. The most outrageous thing was the car he used to pick her up – a drab, ordinary Mercedes that you'd easily miss in a car pile. That car, crammed into the basement garage of his apartment building where dozens of luxury cars were parked, was an insult to his taste. Every time he saw that Mercedes, he felt it was an eyesore. Today, returning to the old mansion, he could finally drive his beloved car again. Gu Chengyu strode into the living room, exuding arrogance. In the living room, Madam Gu was slightly bowed, intently arranging photos on the large coffee table. She wore a well-tailored beige suit, her only accessory a pearl earring. She was an elegant and noble lady. Hearing footsteps, Madam Gu looked up, her gaze lingering on her son for a moment with a smile, but she didn't say much, only gesturing for him to come over. Gu Chengyu sat down on the sofa opposite her, his long legs casually crossed. His gaze fell on the coffee table, where some photos were scattered, being seemingly casually arranged by Madam Gu into a pyramid structure. At the apex, there was only one photo: his, Gu Chengyu. His eyes were disdainful, the background showing the towering headquarters of the Gu Group, representing the top echelon of power in S City and even globally.