Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

Just as he was preparing to feast,

A commotion coming from the next private room penetrated the thin wooden screen and reached his ears clearly.

"Holy crap, Yang, you just said you really saw that matte black SVJ63 on the road?"

A male voice with a hoarse voice exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of the man who had once flirted with Jiang Yan at the traffic light intersection rang out, his voice carrying an undisguised sourness.

"Nonsense, would I be wrong? That big rear wing, that sound, it's definitely the one at the auto show."

"That bastard Feng Yuntian deserved it. His family's financial chain broke, and he had to give up this top-of-the-line machine." It was Chen Shaoyang who spoke.

At this moment, in front of his friends, he was no longer embarrassed as he had been trying to save face next to Jiang Yan's car. Instead, he talked at length like a know-it-all.

"Who's driving that? So cool, daring to intercept Feng Shao Hu?" another voice asked curiously.

"I don't recognize him, he looks completely unfamiliar," Chen Shaoyang said, taking a swig of his drink and smacking his lips.

"He looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, very young, but that aura... tsk, it's really weird, definitely not something those nouveau riche in our circle can fake."

"Hey, Yang, why didn't you go up and test it out? Your McLaren isn't to be underestimated, did you? Didn't you give it a go on the road?" someone nearby chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan, who was in the next private room, paused slightly with his chopsticks in hand, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to hear how the guy he'd just left in the dust would brag to his friends.

Based on the plots of those mindless online novels he had read before, this rich second-generation would most likely be slamming his fist on the table and cursing, or even threatening to have someone kill him.

However, what Chen Shaoyang said next surprised Jiang Yan.

"What the hell am I supposed to compete with!" Chen Shaoyang cursed from next door, his voice lowered, revealing a genuine sense of apprehension.

"Can't you guys even use your brains?"

"You all know how deep the waters run in the capital!"

"A kid who looks like he's just turned 18 can casually pull out 15 million to buy a limited edition supercar in full without even blinking an eye."

"These kinds of people either have powerful backers or they're the heirs of some reclusive family released to experience life!"

Chen Shaoyang sneered: "Someone of Feng Yuntian's caliber can just snatch things away like that, and the Feng family hasn't dared to utter a single word."

"Who do you think I, Chen Shaoyang, am? Go looking for trouble? Do you think you're too old for this world, or that your family business is doing too well?"

"If we really mess with the wrong person, our family's company taxes will be thoroughly investigated tomorrow!"

"To survive in the capital, you have to be sharp-eyed. If you can't see through someone's true nature, it's better to avoid them altogether than to confront them head-on!"

A brief silence fell over the next private room; clearly, the friends who had been making a ruckus were also taken aback by Chen Shaoyang's rational analysis.

After hearing these words, Jiang Yan picked up a thick slice of salmon dipped in wasabi sauce and put it in his mouth, chewing with an elegant and composed demeanor.

A faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.

really.

None of the rich kids who can survive in this circle in the real world are truly brainless idiots.

They are arrogant and domineering because they precisely trample on those who are weaker than themselves.

But when faced with a behemoth whose true nature they cannot fathom, they understand better than anyone what it means to seek advantage and avoid harm.

Jealousy and stupidity are two different things.

Chen Shaoyang was very jealous of him, but he was by no means stupid.

This discovery made Jiang Yan feel that the world was a little more interesting.

If they were all rabid dogs that bite anyone without thinking, that would be too boring.

Just then, the sliding door of the next private room was gently pulled open from the outside.

Su Nianwei returned from the restroom after touching up her makeup, wearing a minimalist black slip dress that perfectly accentuated her curves, and high heels, walking gracefully down the corridor.

As we passed by Jiang Yan's private room, the Japanese-style sliding door was not completely closed because the waiter had just gone in to deliver the food, leaving a gap of about ten centimeters.

Su Nianwei's gaze had been casually sweeping across the area, but in that instant, her steps froze as if she had been frozen in place.

Through the crack in the door, Jiang Yan was sitting quietly by the window, eating alone.

The sunlight outside shone through the paper window, casting a soft yet three-dimensional light and shadow on his profile.

He ate with unhurried movements and used chopsticks with impeccable precision. It was a composure that only someone who had received strict etiquette training from a top family and had internalized it as instinct could possess.

He didn't have the nouveau riche air of Chen Shaoyang, who wanted to wear all kinds of designer brands, nor did he have that greasy feeling of being eager to show off his wealth to women.

He was just sitting there, quietly eating his meal, yet it was hard to look away.

What shocked Su Nianwei the most was his eyes.

Eighteen years old should be a time of exuberance and naivety.

That's not the look of an eighteen-year-old boy.

Too bland, too steady, as if he's seen it all, or as if he's lost interest in many things.

The contrast between her youthful appearance and mature aura directly broke through the defenses Su Nianwei had developed in the world of fame and fortune.

"It's him..."

She clutched her Hermès handbag tightly. She recognized the face.

This is the young man who was driving the SVJ63 at the intersection just now.

He was the man who made Chen Shaoyang lose face completely with just two words.

Su Nianwei stood there for a full three seconds until a waiter walked over at the end of the corridor. She suddenly snapped out of her daze, quickly looked away, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Opening the door to the next private room, Su Nianwei sat down next to Chen Shaoyang with a normal expression, picked up the sake in front of her and took a small sip.

"Why did you take so long?" Chen Shaoyang leaned closer and smiled ingratiatingly.

"I touched up my makeup," Su Nianwei said calmly, without even glancing at Chen Shaoyang.

She didn't tell Chen Shaoyang that the owner of the SVJ63 car, who had made their entire private room wary just moments before, was now sitting right next to them, separated only by a wall.

Su Nianwei chose to keep it a secret.

Having been in this industry for so long, she understands the value of information better than anyone else.

She didn't plan to flirt with Jiang Yan right away; that's something only low-class gold diggers would do.

For someone of Jiang Yan's stature, actively trying to curry favor with him would only lower one's own standing.

But not telling Chen Shaoyang is itself a very subtle form of psychological betrayal.

Looking at the so-called "rich young master of Beijing" sitting next to her, still bragging to his cronies, Su Nianwei suddenly felt a deep sense of weariness.

Having seen a real eagle, who would still be interested in a noisy crow?

A silent rift had been quietly planted in this private room, the first nail already driven in.

Jiang Yan slowly and methodically finished the last piece of premium Wagyu beef on his plate.

He picked up a warm, damp towel from the side and elegantly wiped his mouth and slender fingers.

Having been reborn, he not only inherited this young and energetic body, but also brought with him the meticulousness and discipline that were ingrained in his bones from his previous life.

No matter how top-quality the ingredients are, he maintains just the right amount of restraint, neither overeating nor wasting food. He absolutely cannot let his body suffer any problems in this wonderful life.