"Damn, that was so satisfying! That loser’s car got completely trashed. You guys didn’t see his face—it was like he’d just eaten shit!"
On the way back, Hank Chu was all fired up, just thinking about how Raymond Rong looked—he couldn’t help but feel totally refreshed inside.
"By the way, Evan, that fat guy you brought over—who is he, anyway? He’s way too badass! He just drove those Mercedes right into it, and those cars are worth way more than that BMW, right?" Hank asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Yeah, and what’s up with your house?" Ken Feng, still feeling a bit down, finally remembered to ask. He turned to Evan Lin beside him, eyes full of questions.
Just now, May Wang handed Evan the keys, saying they were for Mooncrest Manor—and not just one, but two units, worth over six million yuan!
And then there was that bank card Evan gave away—it looked like there was still a ton of money in it.
Because there were so many people around earlier, Ken and Hank hadn’t had a chance to ask properly. Now that things had quieted down, they both turned to Evan, wanting answers.
"I won the lottery a while back—hit a few million," Evan said with a smile, already prepared with his cover story.
"You won the lottery? A few million?!" Hank couldn’t help but yell in shock.
Ken’s eyes went wide as he looked Evan up and down. "For real? When did you get so lucky?!"
After he finished speaking, Ken slapped his forehead. "Crap! Doesn’t that mean your bank card has a ton of money in it? I haven’t even gotten it back yet!"
"Don’t worry about it. I’ll just get a replacement next time," Evan shook his head.
"I’ll pay you back the fifty thousand when I get a chance," Ken said after thinking it over.
"No need. I don’t really need money for anything right now."
After finding out Evan had won millions and bought two Mooncrest Manor units, Hank and Ken were both left speechless. They started treating Evan like some kind of lucky koi charm.
"So what about that fat guy? The one with the gold chain," Hank pressed on.
"He works in construction. He got hit by a rock on a work site once, and I happened to save him, so he owes me a favor," Evan made up a story. No way he could tell them the guy’s actually Big Tank, a gangster with billions in assets.
"Oh, so that’s how it is. No wonder. Still, you should stay away from people like that. He doesn’t look like a good guy," Hank nodded seriously, feeling like he totally understood.
Ken headed home, still a bit down, while Hank and Evan split up at the entrance to the shantytown. Hank went his own way.
When Evan got home, he saw an Audi A6 parked out front. The license plate made him frown—it was Charles Chen’s car from before.
"Did Lynn Chen and the others already get here?"
Evan muttered to himself. Last week, Lucy Lu had called Joy Zheng to say Lynn Chen was coming to visit, but Evan hadn’t expected her to show up so soon.
After glancing at the car outside for a moment, Evan headed inside.
"Evan, you’re back! Come here and see who’s arrived."
Inside, Joy Zheng—who’d gotten the heads-up—was holding some tea leaves, about to brew tea. She spotted Evan coming in and greeted him with a smile.
Evan walked into the living room and saw three people sitting there.
Lynn Chen, Yolanda Fang, and a boy with striking golden-blond hair.
The blond boy shifted his gaze as soon as Evan walked in, quickly sizing him up from head to toe, a flicker of curiosity and disdain in his eyes.
He was curious because he couldn’t figure out why, all the way from Minghai to Whitewood, Yolanda kept bringing up this guy—and even Lynn Chen acted a bit weird whenever Evan’s name came up.
He’d assumed Evan must be from a powerful family, or maybe just ridiculously handsome.
But now, seeing this shabby house, Joy Zheng’s gentle, friendly demeanor, and Evan, whose looks were at best just clean-cut, the blond boy’s interest faded fast.
"Evan, finally!" Yolanda Fang was holding a drink when she saw Evan walk in, her eyes lighting up. She started to speak, but noticing Joy Zheng nearby, she lowered her voice and got a bit more reserved.
"Don’t be shy, treat this as your own home. I’m heading out to buy a few things—just chat among yourselves. There’s food in the kitchen, help yourselves to whatever you want." Joy Zheng smiled at Yolanda and Lynn Chen.
"Thank you, Aunt Joy," Lynn Chen replied with a smile and a nod.
Yolanda quickly echoed her thanks, but the blond boy just sat there, silent and looking bored.
As soon as Joy Zheng left, Yolanda perked right up. She scooted over to Evan, eyeing him up and down with a playful glint in her eyes.
"What are you looking for? That look’s kinda weird. It’s not like you haven’t seen me before," Evan said, a little exasperated by Yolanda’s antics.
"I’m just worried about you!" Yolanda huffed, glaring at him. "But you really ditched us without a word, huh?"
"Do you even realize how famous you are now?" Yolanda exclaimed dramatically. "Everyone at No. 2 High knows you won first prize in the Math Olympiad, and even No. 1 High didn’t manage that! You totally gave our school a huge boost."
"And you haven’t been back in ages! Lynn’s been talking about you all the time," Yolanda teased, turning to Lynn Chen with a grin. "Isn’t that right, Lynn?"
Lynn Chen, who’d been sitting quietly, shot Yolanda a look and lifted her chin with pride. "I did not! You’re the one who’s always talking about him!"
Then Lynn glanced at Evan standing there. "My mom asked me to tell you to call her more often when you have time."
"Mm."
Evan nodded.
Yolanda wasn’t about to let Evan off that easy. She looked at him, curiosity burning. "I heard something happened during the competition in River City. Can you tell us about it?"
"It was nothing, just some minor stuff," Evan replied.
Still being pestered by Yolanda, Evan found a spot and sat down.
The blond boy, who hadn’t spoken all this time, looked at Evan, then at Lynn Chen, and said softly, "Yanyan, aren’t you going to introduce your friend?"
Yanyan?
Hearing him say that, Yolanda made a face at Evan, looking like she had goosebumps all over.
Lynn Chen, sitting there, frowned and shot him a look. "Don’t call me that, it sounds weird!"