Li Dong drove the Star Blue U8, a million-dollar off-road vehicle, and soon arrived at the Divine Eagle Shooting Club.
He parked the car in the club's parking lot.
After getting out, Li Dong headed straight for the outdoor shooting range.
Of course, he had to show his membership card and gun license to the relevant staff before entering.
The moment Li Dong stepped into the outdoor shooting range, he was immediately spotted by a tall, burly man in the distance.
"Dong, over here!" The man waved at him while calling out.
Honestly, it would have been hard not to recognize Li Dong. Though he appeared robust, his towering height gave him a perfectly proportioned, harmonious look—pleasing to the eye.
His physique was streamlined, like that of a swimmer, with just the right amount of muscle.
His facial features were also top-tier, exuding a heroic aura and a unique charm.
After spotting his friend, Li Dong jogged over, completely ignoring the tall beauty standing beside the burly man.
Perhaps he assumed she was the man's girlfriend.
In their social circle, Li Dong knew that most wealthy heirs—or even self-made tycoons—had at least a few female companions.
Some had over a dozen "close friends." After all, men were creatures who struggled to control their impulses—unless they were physically incapable.
"Cousin, see? What do you think of my friend?" the burly man whispered to the tall woman beside him after greeting Li Dong.
"Not bad," she replied stubbornly.
In truth, among all the men she had ever seen, none could compare to Li Dong.
Those taller than him weren't as handsome, and those more handsome than him—well, she hadn't met any yet.
Now, she could feel her heart racing wildly, her cheeks burning, her entire body heating up.
This was what you might call biological attraction—a choice dictated by genetics.
The body never lies.
If you like someone, you just do.
"Wait, how do you have a friend of this caliber?" The tall beauty, her heart pounding and face flushed, couldn't help but speak up, trying to distract herself.
"What do you mean? Why can't I have a friend like this?" the burly man asked, puzzled.
Then he noticed something odd—his cousin's face was turning red. "Cousin, why are you blushing? Weren't you the 'eternal iceberg,' unmelting, never interested in anyone?"
"Shut up, cousin. I don't know why this is happening. It's so weird," the tall beauty muttered, frowning.
Had Li Dong heard their conversation, he would've understood the reason.
His superhuman physique carried genetic information that drove certain genes wild.
Nearly every beautiful woman he had encountered felt this way—constantly wanting to play "card games" with him.
He was practically a real-life incubus.
"Hey, is this your girlfriend?" Li Dong asked as he approached, sensing the awkward tension between the two and deciding to break the silence.
"Get lost! This is my cousin," the burly man snapped, his face darkening.
Who would dare to take such a fierce cousin, especially one who's a close cousin within two generations?
"No way, how could a fat guy like you have such a pretty cousin?" Li Dong was immediately skeptical upon hearing this, his eyes full of doubt.
He suspected the fat guy might be lying to him.
Then Li Dong turned to greet the tall woman, "Hello, cousin. Sorry about that, first time meeting you. By the way, what's your name?"
Logically speaking, given the fat guy's family genes, it shouldn't be possible to have such a good-looking cousin. Did she mutate or something?
"Hello, I'm Lin Yu," the tall woman replied with a standard polite smile.
"I'm Li Dong. Hold on a sec, I need to talk to your cousin here." With that, Li Dong hooked his arm around the fat guy's neck and dragged him away.
"Come here, you fat bastard."
"Dong-ge, take it easy!"
"Spill it. Why are you trying to screw me over? You called me here just to set me up with your cousin, didn't you?" Now that he knew Lin Yu was the fat guy's cousin, Li Dong fully understood his intentions.
When it came to wealthy, beautiful women from the same social circle, Li Dong had zero interest.
Because getting involved meant responsibility—there was no running away.
For example, his sister-in-law Song Weiwei's family wasn't ordinary. Her parents were both senior researchers and renowned doctoral advisors at top-tier universities, overseeing numerous R&D projects.
Run away?
Hell no. You'd never survive in politics, academia, or research circles in Daxia again.
"Bro, help me out here. I'm desperate! My aunt keeps pressuring me to introduce someone to her, and she told me not to bring any nouveau riche types—said they're ugly and lack manners." The fat guy grimaced.
"So you just threw your best buddy under the bus?" Li Dong was speechless.
If it were an ordinary family, he might've played along for a bit.
But with this kind of background? No way. What if she actually fell for him? There'd be no escaping then.
Some best friend—throwing him into the fire like this.
"I had no choice! I couldn't think of anyone else to fake it with. If my cousin tells my aunt, I'll get chewed out. You're the only one I could think of, godfather. Just treat it like acting in a play for me."
"Even if you called me your real dad, I wouldn't do it. What if your cousin gets obsessed and latches onto me?"
Li Dong was even more exasperated.
Rich second-gens like them knew exactly who to mess around with and who to avoid. They couldn't afford to get serious.
Once you're trapped, it's game over.
In his past life, Li Dong had been a miserable corporate drone, crushed by the "blessings" of 996 and 007 work schedules.
Now that he'd been reborn as a rich second-gen, he was determined to live it up—no way was he getting tied down in marriage so soon.
...
The fat guy's surname was Zhou, named Zhou Yihang.
The cousin, Lin Yu, was the daughter of Zhou Yihang's father's elder sister.
Lin Yu's father had ancestry from the Western Frontier, so she inherited the exotic beauty common to women from that region.
Truthfully, the Zhou family genes weren't bad—it's just that Zhou Yihang himself had grown up chubby. If he slimmed down, he'd actually be quite handsome.
Lin Yu had the striking features of an exotic beauty—sharp, refined facial features, and she was tall, standing at 180 cm even without shoes.
Those long legs looked like they could strangle a man to death.
Her figure and proportions were excellent—full where she should be, and slender where it mattered.
Li Dong had just returned after giving Zhou Zihang, that fat bastard, an earful.
Lin Yu smiled as she gazed at Li Dong and said, "Brother Dong, my cousin told me you're an excellent shot. Could you give me a demonstration?"
Zhou Zihang, on the other hand, couldn't believe his ears. That sweet voice actually belonged to his cousin—it was so coquettish.
And she was smiling so sweetly. It seemed the iron tree in their family was finally
about to bloom.
"Sure, what kind of gun do you want me to use?"
"This one in my hand."
"Alright."
Li Dong took the rifle Lin Yu handed over and expertly inspected it while explaining the process to her.