Chapter 66: The Untouchable Idol Forever

Ding—

While these people were showering Chen Yufeng with gratitude, his Divine Disc Good Deed System had already rewarded him with a staggering 535 points, bringing his total to 3,403. What an unexpected harvest! He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. When he had generously tipped those staff members earlier, he honestly hadn’t considered the reward points; he simply felt flush with cash and wanted to experience what it was like to be a real tycoon. The thrill was truly something else.

Without lingering any longer—too lazy to stay and play—he left Starshine Club, taking with him the still-stunned Liu Teling and He Meixuan. Though he departed, he left behind a legend within those walls…

Now, both Liu Teling and He Meixuan were filled with boundless curiosity about him. To them, Chen Yufeng seemed capable of anything, almost as if he were an otherworldly being with superpowers. Otherwise, how could they explain so many inexplicable things?

“Tell me the truth, do you have superpowers?” Liu Teling finally couldn’t hold back her curiosity after they stepped outside.

“I think you’re from another planet, aren’t you?” He Meixuan echoed her suspicion.

Chen Yufeng glanced at them with a deliberately mysterious expression. “Do you really want to know?”

They both nodded eagerly.

“Well then, let’s leave it for another time, when fate brings us together again!” he replied, maintaining his air of mystery as he turned to leave, abandoning them in the swirling night air.

“Hey, Master Xiaofeng…at least stay for a meal before you go!” He Meixuan hurriedly called out, but Chen Yufeng ignored her. He had to keep up the enigma, remain that unattainable idol in their lives.

The feeling—it was intoxicating.

As they watched his retreating figure, both He Meixuan and Liu Teling couldn’t help but feel a pang of emptiness, as if they might never see him again. And yet, somewhere in their hearts, they found themselves hoping they would.

It was already half past eight in the evening. Chen Yufeng hailed a taxi by the side of the road, heading straight for Jingxuan Apartments.

As he sat in the cab, he caught glimpses of flashy sports cars speeding past from time to time, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit tempted. Maybe it was time for him to consider getting a sports car of his own?

He’d always envied those trust-fund kids driving their luxury cars, but since he’d never had the money, all he could do was watch from afar. But now, things were different. Making money was as easy as playing a game, wasn’t it?

Bored during the ride, he browsed the Divine Disc Mall and discovered that the sports cars there were absolutely outrageous. There were flying cars, amphibious cars, and the points required to redeem them weren’t even that high.

For instance, there was a super-stylish sports car with incredible features, capable of flying and diving, and it cost only a hundred points to redeem. The only problem: if he actually drove something like that on the road, wouldn’t he scare people to death?

Clearly, if he wanted to drive a car like that, he’d have to keep a low profile. Still, the idea was thrilling—imagine taking a beautiful girl for a drive, soaring over the sea or the sky. The sensation would be out of this world!

He grinned at the thought. Someday, he’d have to try it.

Lost in these pleasant musings, the taxi soon pulled up in front of Jingxuan Apartments. After getting out, Chen Yufeng entered the building, but he hadn’t walked far before a commotion behind him caught his attention.

Turning around, he saw a flashy Lamborghini slowing down, pursuing a striking, long-legged girl. The owner of the Lamborghini was a handsome young man in his early twenties, decked out in designer brands from head to toe—clearly a wealthy scion, your typical second-generation heir.

As for the beautiful girl, to his surprise, she was his neighbor.

The Lamborghini owner shouted eagerly at her, “Dou, I’m truly sincere about you! What’s wrong with being my girlfriend? Don’t you want to act? You can play any role you like, my dad can invest in a production for you.”

Ning Doudou had long since grown weary of this rich kid’s advances. She didn’t even bother to look at him, just kept walking and replied offhandedly, “I enjoy the process—you wouldn’t understand.”

“I can accompany you through the process! Who could possibly be more suitable for you than me?” Zhao Zhanpeng pressed, refusing to give up.

“Stop wasting your time. I will never agree.”

“If you don’t accept me, then who will you accept? You’re the one I’ve chosen, Ning Doudou. No one else can touch you.”

“You’re insane,” she retorted.

Ning Doudou was resolute—she had no interest in him and couldn’t be bothered to engage. Zhao Zhanpeng, notorious among Ninghai’s wealthy heirs for never failing when it came to women, was now facing rejection. Where was his pride?

He was indignant—no matter what, he had to have her.

“Dou, just give me a chance, will you?”

“No. I don’t like you.”

Chen Yufeng listened to their exchange, catching every word. It was the classic scenario: a rich kid trying to court Ning Doudou, while she refused and he refused to let go.

Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity for a hero to save the damsel and rack up some points?

With that in mind, Chen Yufeng grinned and strode over to Ning Doudou, wrapping a possessive arm around her slender waist and saying tenderly, “What’s wrong, baby? Is a fly bothering you?”

“You? Are you trying to get yourself beaten up?” Ning Doudou recognized her eccentric neighbor and knew he was trying to help her out of a sticky situation, but given the circumstances, she was certain Zhao Zhanpeng wouldn’t hesitate to have him roughed up.

But Chen Yufeng showed no fear, smiling at her, “Let’s go. Don’t let this fly spoil our mood. I’ve just learned two new moves and want to try them out with you.”

“What new moves?”

“You know…that.”

“What do you mean, ‘that’? Don’t talk nonsense! You’re definitely getting beaten up. Hurry up and go, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ning Doudou was sure her neighbor was out of his mind.

“For you, taking a beating is worth it,” Chen Yufeng replied, all for the sake of earning points.

Zhao Zhanpeng was livid at the sight. He leapt out of his car and strode over, jabbing a finger at Chen Yufeng’s nose as he spat contemptuously, “You’ve got a death wish? You think a loser like you can pretend to be her boyfriend?”

“So what, are you going to bite me?” Chen Yufeng flicked away his finger with ease. Against a pampered rich kid like this, he didn’t need to use any special skills or superhuman strength—he could settle it in minutes. He wasn’t worried in the least.

Perhaps realizing he’d be at a disadvantage in a public brawl, Zhao Zhanpeng refrained from striking immediately. He shot Chen Yufeng a venomous glare, then turned to Ning Doudou, “Dou, stop this. Even if you’re hiring a fake boyfriend, get someone decent. This guy isn’t even in our league—he’s not fit to carry your shoes, let alone be worthy of you.”

“I never said he was my…” Ning Doudou began, but Chen Yufeng clamped a hand over her mouth and said deliberately, “Still mad at me? Don’t make a scene in front of outsiders. If you’re angry, let’s talk it out back home, okay?”

Though Zhao Zhanpeng knew this was all an act, it was clearly meant to spite him, and he was fuming. He turned to Chen Yufeng and threatened, “I’ll give you one chance—get lost now, or I’ll have someone beat you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you.”

“Feeling cocky, are you?” Chen Yufeng was visibly irritated.

“What, you’ve got a problem with that? Do you know who I am?” Clearly, Zhao Zhanpeng didn’t see him as a threat at all.