His mother was Qian Yinshang. When she went to negotiate a collaboration at Luo Corporation, she didn’t bring him along because the people she was meeting were too important—her son wasn’t yet qualified to participate in such high-level discussions.
So, the bored Park Gukchang wandered around the capital with an assistant in tow.
He drove his supercar through the city streets, basking in the envious gazes of passersby, like a butterfly flitting through flowers in search of fresh excitement.
As they strolled, they ended up in a bustling area where the lively crowd caught their attention.
The assistant said considerately, "Don’t worry, Chairman. Tonight, I’ll definitely find you two stunning Chinese girls."
"It’s actually incredibly easy here in China. All you have to do is take this 50-million-yuan supercar for a spin, and those girls will practically fall under a spell—completely defenseless."
The assistant wore a confident smile, as if he could already see Park Gukchang with an arm around each girl.
Park Gukchang listened, a roguish grin slowly spreading across his face, tinged with something darker.
"Hmm, I’ve never been fond of overly materialistic women, but if it’s just for fun, why not?"
His tone dripped with the arrogance of a spoiled rich heir. In his eyes, these Chinese women were nothing more than playthings.Park Gukchang closed his eyes slowly, a smirk playing at his lips as his mind conjured up vivid scenes of wild nights with beautiful women. The images made his heart race.
Just then—
"Chairman, look! There’s an absolute stunner up ahead!"
The assistant suddenly exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement, as if he’d discovered a new continent.
Park Gukchang’s eyes snapped open like a predator locking onto prey, gleaming with anticipation.
His gaze darted forward, and in that single glance, he spotted the so-called beauty.
He froze, struck by an overwhelming sense of awe.
She was a goddess.
He prided himself on having seen plenty of women—socialites from back home, international celebrities—he’d encountered them all.
But someone this breathtaking? It left him utterly stunned, as if the entire world had suddenly brightened.
She was like a beam of light piercing through his dark existence, robbing him of coherent thought. His eyes could focus on nothing but her.
"I must spend tonight with her."
Park Gukchang’s lips curled into a smirk, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes. He spoke with absolute confidence.
Desire burned in his gaze, as if he’d already claimed her.
"You get out first. Later, film the whole thing—I’ll want to relive it when we’re back home. And if possible, I’m taking this one with me."
Park Gukchang looked at his assistant eagerly, as if already envisioning the glorious scenes to come. His heart pounded with excitement.
"Got it, Chairman."
The assistant swiftly stepped out of the car and pulled out his phone, ready to document this "hunt."
Meanwhile, Park Gukchang eagerly revved the supercar’s engine, the roar exploding through the streets like thunder.
With a sharp press of the accelerator, he executed a flashy drift, bringing the car to a smooth stop right in front of the woman.
The tires screeched against the pavement, kicking up a swirl of dust.
Luo Yao’s brows furrowed involuntarily, a flicker of disgust in her eyes.
She hadn’t expected to run into such a nuisance right outside her company. Anger simmered inside her.
Just then, passersby were drawn to the sudden spectacle, crowding around in curiosity.
The gathering grew larger—everyone wanted to see what the person in this luxury car was up to.
"Wow, what kind of car is that? I’ve never seen one before. Must be worth millions, right?"
"Millions? Don’t be naive," another scoffed, eager to flaunt his knowledge of high-end cars.
"That’s a SSC Tuatara—one of the most expensive supercars out there. Top speed of 443 km/h. You won’t see many of these even in the capital, let alone the rest of China. Price tag? At least 50 million."
His voice carried, and the crowd gasped in astonishment, murmuring among themselves.
"50 million? My god, I’ll never make that much in my lifetime."
"What kind of rich guy even drives something like this?"
People pulled out their phones, ready to capture the moment.
Meanwhile, Park Gukchang sat smugly in the driver’s seat, radiating an air of invincibility. He reveled in the crowd’s admiration, feeling like the center of the universe.
His eyes locked onto Luo Yao, brimming with confidence. He was certain no woman could resist a high-status, wealthy, handsome man like him.
He stepped out and approached her.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Care to join me for dinner?"
Park Gukchang spoke in heavily accented Mandarin, pouring on the charm with exaggerated sincerity.
His gaze was theatrically earnest, his demeanor superficially polite but dripping with arrogance. Combined with his supercar-owner status, he believed himself irresistible.
No woman could possibly turn him down—he was already picturing Luo Yao nodding eagerly.
But this time, he was in for a rude awakening.
Liu Meng watched him with a look that could kill, her eyes full of warning.
Meanwhile, Luo Yao was on the verge of exploding. Her expression darkened like the calm before a storm, her eyes burning with fury.
"Get lost!"
Park Gukchang stiffened at the word, completely unprepared for such a reaction. His confidence shattered instantly, replaced by stunned disbelief.
In his world, he was the golden boy—status, wealth, looks—all weapons that effortlessly broke down any woman’s defenses.
Yet this woman had rejected him outright.
How could anyone refuse him? Even if she didn’t know who he was, couldn’t she see his car? His clothes?
Luo Yao and Liu Meng didn’t seem like they were clueless about luxury.
"Come on, just dinner. It won’t take long. I just want to get to know you..."