Chapter 137: The Old Unit Has Arrived

Princess Ye gave a slight nod. She could not even remember the names of these two.

The two looked at Yang Changfeng in unison. Dog had never been one to think things through, and asked in surprise, “Is this your husband?”

Princess Ye actually blushed. Embarrassed and annoyed, she nevertheless found herself looking at Dog in a different light. Did the fellow not know that the rumor going around was that Her Highness the Princess was a… well, a bitch?

Perhaps this celebrity was worth supporting after all.

Yes, Princess Ye was simply that willful and imperious. Her favor and her hatred could both arise in the space of a single thought.

Yang Changfeng gave a hearty laugh. “You two are hiding from the reporters? Then I’ve got a big scoop. I’ll find a reporter and leak it to them later.”

Dog smiled bitterly. “Brother, what’s there left to leak? We’ve already been photographed. We were hoping to have a quiet date, but now we’ve only just arrived in Jiangzhou and we’re already on camera. I figure I’ll be on the front page in five minutes.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Yang Changfeng laughed. “Wang Banbi has to rack his brains just to make the headlines, while you two get there without even trying. What are you afraid of? By the way, why not go on a date at Tea House? I guarantee no reporters will bother you there.”

As he spoke, he turned proudly to Princess Ye. “See? I’ve brought more customers to your teahouse.”

“Why, thank you.” Princess Ye rolled her eyes at him. Their status was just barely high enough to qualify for entry to Tea House.

Dog was overjoyed. His northeastern accent grew even thicker, and he nearly bowed to Yang Changfeng.

Tea House—that was Tea House, the Princess’s territory!

Normally, he did not have the means to get inside. It was not that he could not afford to spend the money; he simply had not yet obtained the necessary credentials.

The Goddess Without Makeup was delighted as well. She had never expected such a wonderful opportunity to fall into her lap.

But would Princess Ye really give her a card?

It was said that Ma Siwei was the only person in the entertainment industry to whom Princess Ye had ever given one. Among all those in show business—apart from veteran actors and artists such as Uncle Ming, Uncle Bao, and Uncle Xue—Ma Siwei was supposedly the only young actress who could visit Tea House whenever she pleased. Even Jiangzhou’s other rising star did not have that privilege.

Then again, Ma Siwei was not the only one. The Little Princess had one too. Some time ago, while taking part in a reality show, she had accidentally pulled out a diamond card during a behind-the-scenes segment, leaving every A-list celebrity green with envy.

Princess Ye hesitated briefly, then decided to do Yang Changfeng the favor.

The two were decent people, after all. They had never fawned on the powerful while looking down on the weak. Giving them a card should not be a problem.

Princess Ye carried several Tea House guest cards with her, though they were all diamond cards.

She took out a diamond card and handed it to Dog. “Then we shall be grateful for your patronage.”

Dog knew the rules. He immediately decided that the most important thing to do today was to top up the card at Tea House.

Although the card allowed its holder to drink tea there free of charge at any time, who besides shameless Yang Changfeng would actually go without adding money to it?

The A-list celebrities did not care about a few hundred thousand or even a million. What they cared about was face, and the chance to speak with Princess Ye. Compared with that, the money they deposited was nothing.

“Thank you! Thank you, Your Highness!” Dog was so moved he nearly wept. He belonged neither to the capital’s circle nor to Jiangzhou’s, but with this card, he could soon become part of both.

Then he took another look at Yang Changfeng and, in a sudden fit of enthusiasm, invited him, “Brother, you’ve got a good look. I’ve got a film in the works. Why don’t you come take a look? We could find you a chance to appear on camera.”

Princess Ye was stunned. Appear on camera? Yang Changfeng?

The Goddess hurriedly gave Dog a covert pinch. Brother, that is Princess Ye’s man. Do you really think he cares about entering our circle?

Yang Changfeng laughed and waved his hand. “Forget it. I’m just a little security guard. What would I want with a big star’s circle?”

Neither of them believed him. A security guard?

Could someone who was with Princess Ye really be a security guard?

“Come on. The auto show is almost over.” Princess Ye linked her arm with Yang Changfeng’s again and urged him onward.

Yang Changfeng was rather regretful. Come to think of it, a small guest role might not be bad.

Perhaps the King of Assassins, or the Ultimate Villain. He would not turn down roles like those. Truly.

For heaven’s sake, did he not understand? The chief villain—the grand villain playing opposite Dog—was not a role someone who had not even made it into the hundredth tier could get.

The moment the two drove away in the Raptor, Dog stopped pretending. He tossed aside his mask and sunglasses, took the Goddess’s little hand, and said, “Come on, let’s hurry over and top up the card. We’ll spend the afternoon at Tea House. Heh, I’ve been going on about this all day. That brother’s a good man. We’ll have to invite him to dinner sometime, sit down and chat, and thank him properly.”

Brother, could you at least lose the accent?

The Goddess was speechless, though even more delighted than anything else.

It did not matter if their relationship was exposed. Let them make the headlines. The fact that she had received a diamond card personally issued by Princess Ye made everything worthwhile.

The capital circle and the Jiangzhou circle—we’re coming!

In the car, Princess Ye complained, “Stop doing favors for people at the drop of a hat. Tea House is not somewhere that just anyone can be admitted. If their character is poor, all they will do is cause trouble. As for people in show business, especially celebrities, you should have as little to do with them as possible.”

“That fellow seemed all right. I only mentioned it in passing,” Yang Changfeng said. “Fine, I won’t put in a good word for anyone again. Sit properly—we’re about to get on the expressway. What kind of auto show is this, holding it all the way out in the suburbs? They might as well have held it in the mountains. Isn’t the whole point to make things livelier? These people must have too much time on their hands.”

Princess Ye did not press the matter. It was over, and that was enough. She knew Yang Changfeng was not the sort to do favors for just anyone. Otherwise, why had he not brought Chen Aijia along?

The conversation shifted, and Princess Ye casually explained that for an auto show of this caliber, it made little difference whether it was held downtown or in the outskirts. Holding it farther away also spared them a great deal of trouble.

“People who have no intention of buying a car can look around without causing any harm. But if they want to take test drives, you cannot exactly stop them. Many of the vehicles are custom-built. If a test drive displeases a prospective buyer, it can affect the entire show.” Princess Ye gave him a brief explanation.

Yang Changfeng understood perfectly well. He was merely annoyed at having to travel so far for an auto show and was complaining out of boredom.

At the instant they entered the expressway, a military vehicle wrapped so thoroughly in coverings that its identity could not be seen came down from the north. It brushed past the Raptor, and neither side had any idea what they had just missed.

One of the units Yang Changfeng could never forget was aboard that vehicle.

Inside, several soldiers in civilian clothes were dozing. They had no idea that the Raptor the driver had glanced at twice belonged to their former comrade.

Often, once people passed each other, they never met again. But for Yang Changfeng, this was only the beginning.

At that moment, Yang Changfeng was still complaining about the peculiar grandeur of high-end auto shows. He failed to notice that Princess Ye’s expression had suddenly become extremely serious.

She had recognized the vehicle.

It belonged to that mysterious special unit.

Why had they come to Jiangzhou?