Su Yan was very pleased with the yacht and named it “Fairy.”

It may be a corny name, but she liked the idea of it. Xing Fei did not have any objections to this, so he arranged for someone to arrange for the level registration and spray paint on the yacht.

...

After saying goodbye to Xing Fei, Su Yan drove the car leisurely back into the city. She was in great spirits after seeing her birthday present.

“I’m the queen, confident and shining...” Su Yan hummed as she drove along.

Just as she reached the entrance of the villa, she received a message from Tang Yitong: “Dearest Little Yan Yan, are you feeling lonely? Do you want someone to keep you company? At five o’clock in the evening, The Rich Man clubhouse, Celestial Venerable 88888 private room, I will be waiting for you.”

Su Yan rolled her eyes. Tang Yitong was getting bolder and bolder. If Su Yan posted this screenshot of her message onto the internet, then Tang Yitong’s celebrity career would be over. However, this also meant that Tang Yitong trusted Su Yan completely.

“Alright, don’t worry. I promise to make you wish you were dead,” Su Yan replied jokingly.

Back in the villa, Su Yan laid on the sofa with her tablet and discovered that Wei Shani was still defaming her recklessly. However, she just smiled and ignored it. The matter had already started to go through legal procedures, so the more Wei Shani gloated now, the more miserable she will be crying later on.

It was to Su Yan’s surprise that other than Wei Shani, there was another newbie on the internet who was also defaming her. This person was harping on the events that had happened since her divorce from Wei Zhou and was trying to create a rhythm online. They even posted: “Su Yan is not from the entertainment industry but she is even more popular than a celebrity in the industry! She is trying to make a name for herself.”

After scrolling through the commotion online for a while, Su Yan threw her tablet aside. Netizens were so easily fooled nowadays, to the extent that they did not even realize that they were being used and manipulated. However, Su Yan did not take any of this seriously and fell into bed to catch up on her beauty sleep.

Su Yan was woken up by Xiao Xiao a few hours later. She put on a layer of light makeup as she looked at the aesthetically pleasing face reflected in the mirror and tried on various outfits in the cloakroom for a long time.

Finally, she decided to wear a long red dress with a V-neck and exposed back.

She had bought this dress the last time she went abroad and had forgot to wear it, leaving it hanging in the cloakroom. The dress was handmade by the world’s famous clothing master, Armani. It was the only piece in the world and the surface of the dress had been specially treated so there would be different shades of red when seen from different angles. Moreover, the fabric was rather bright in its color, so if the wearer’s skin color was slightly darker, the color of the dress would not look flattering on them.

Fortunately, Su Yan had no problems when it came to this at all.

Someone had once commented on her skin tone, saying: “Oh my God, my wife has been dead for three days, but she is not as fair as you!”

Su Yan was like a moving rose with the bright red color complementing her pale, fair skin. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She attracted the attention of countless pedestrians when driving in her rouge-red Porsche 718. When she stopped at red lights, there were also quite several young men driving luxury cars who honked at her in an attempt to strike up a conversation. After all, a fancy car with a beautiful driver was simply irresistible to men.

Su Yan put her gear on and stepped on the accelerator when the lights turned green. She vanished in a flash across the intersection, and those young men could only stare at her disappearing figure.

...

Cloud Mist Street, The Rich Man Private Clubhouse

“Hello, Miss. Do you have a membership?”

At the entrance of the clubhouse, a security guard wearing a black suit and sunglasses asked politely.

Su Yan smiled, opened her handbag and took out a golden card. The security guard took it and scanned it in front of the computer. After verifying her membership, he said, “Welcome back, Miss. This way, please!”

Su Yan arrived at Room 88888 under the guide of a waiter. She took out a small wad of cash from her bag and stuffed it into the waiter’s hands. There was a strict tipping culture in The Rich Man.

Truth was, Su Yan did not need the waiter to lead the way at all. After all, before she got married, she was a frequent guest here and was very familiar with the place. However, she did not lack this bit of tipping cash.

“You can run along. I’ll go in by myself,” Su Yan instructed.

The waiter thanked her and turned around to leave without asking any questions. Those patrons who could enter this place were either rich or noble, hence the waiters were very self-aware.. They would never ask anything that shouldn’t be asked, or say anything that shouldn’t be said.