NOVEL WEB Chapter 10: The First Rule of Courting a Woman
Beijing's streets pulsed with the kinetic energy of a bustling metropolis. Shen Zeming navigated his sleek obsidian McLaren Senna through the congested traffic, the powerful engine rumbling impatiently. Despite the delay, his expression remained calm and composed.
This time, Shen Zeming had forgone his usual casual attire in favor of a meticulously tailored ensemble. A light blue blazer with a single-breasted design and notch lapels hugged his broad shoulders.
The blazer was complemented by a matching vest in a deeper shade of black that accentuated his trim waistline, giving the overall look a sharp, polished appearance.
Beneath the jacket, a crisp white dress shirt provided a clean backdrop, allowing the other elements to command attention.
A deep red tie adorned with a subtle geometric pattern added a vibrant pop of color, enhancing the suit's elegance.
With deliberate care, Shen Zeming had affixed a silver tie clip, chain, and decorative lapel pin—personalized touches that lent a sophisticated air to his demeanor, conveying the image of a rich, polite, and mature man.
'First impressions are important after all,' he mused inwardly with a faint smile.
As his McLaren neared the sidewalk, its sleek obsidian body seemed to glide effortlessly, instantly drawing admiring glances and hushed whispers from pedestrians. "Whoa, check out that McLaren! Must be nice to cruise around in that beauty," one bystander exclaimed, eyes wide with envy.
"Yeah, while we're stuck cramming onto the subway. Some people have all the luck," another replied, shaking their head ruefully.
From a nearby sedan, a woman clutched her husband's arm excitedly. "Honey, look at that McLaren! It's gorgeous." Her eyes sparkled with appreciation for the exquisite automobile.
The man, however, snorted derisively. "Tch! What a rich guy. Probably some entitled brat who's never worked a day in his life." His disdain was palpable as he eyed the expensive sports car with thinly veiled contempt.
Yet, Shen Zeming remained coolly detached, seemingly unbothered by the countless murmurs that filled the air around him.
His brows furrowed ever so slightly—not due to the traffic snarl or the chatter, but because of the unfolding plot that occupied his thoughts.
'So, the first plot isn't about healing some sick woman with god-level medicine skill, which eventually turning it into a favor,' he concluded inwardly, his lips pursing in contemplation.
What Shen Zeming was referring to was the typical cliched plot found in many urban romance novels - the protagonist using some miraculous, legendary medicine skill to heal a wealthy lady or one of her ailing family members who had been suffering from an incurable illness.
'But a heroine with a police background?' His thoughts trailed off as he considered the implications.
If this storyline followed the usual tropes, then the protagonist would likely face trouble shortly after arriving in China and might even have a run-in with the authorities.
'If I hadn't transmigrated into this body, and the original Shen Zeming had been successfully framed by Luo Chen, the powerful Shen family wouldn't have stood idly by,' Shen Zeming mused, his fingers drumming against the leather-wrapped steering wheel as the traffic finally began to inch forward.
They would have undoubtedly intervened, utilizing their immense wealth and influence to clear his name.
If that had happened, the plot would likely have revolved around the protagonist helping Wei Feng uncover the Shen family's dark secrets, eventually leading to their downfall.
Of course, that scenario was moot now that he had transmigrated into this body. But just as he finished analyzing the potential plot threads, a transparent screen materialized before him.
[DING!] Syncing the original Shen Zeming's skills with the current Host's body!
Oh? Interesting, Shen Zeming cocked an eyebrow. Surprisingly, the process completed swiftly, taking less than a minute.
[DING!] Syncing complete! No attribute increases!
[Host: Shen Zeming]
[Villain Points: 6,000]
[Wealth Points: 500 million yuan]
[Attributes:]
[Power: 45, Speed: 48, Reaction: 48, Endurance: 48, Charisma: 10]
[Skills:]
[Martial Arts Skill: Expert Level, Driving Skill: Intermediate Level, Singing Skill: Beginner Level, Cooking Skill: Beginner Level]
Scanning the list of newly acquired skills, Shen Zeming couldn't help but scoff derisively.
'Cooking, singing, and driving - just as one would expect from a pampered rich second-generation young master!' The corner of his mouth twisted into a mocking sneer.
Based on the original Shen Zeming's memories, he was well aware that these seemingly frivolous talents had been cultivated solely to impress and please the heroine Wei Feng.
'Truly a committed SIMP!' he thought, shaking his head in disdain as he pressed down on the accelerator, the powerful engine roaring to life.
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The traffic gradually cleared, allowing Shen Zeming's obsidian McLaren to smoothly accelerate down the urban corridors.
As he neared the imposing facade of the Beijing Police Department, he didn't immediately proceed to enter the Police Department parking area, instead...
'System, use 3,000 Villain Points to increase my Charisma,' he commanded inwardly.
[DING!] Converting 3,000 Villain Points to +30 Charisma!
The screen flashed briefly before his eyes, confirming the exchange.
A faint smirk played upon Shen Zeming's lips as he internalized the first rule of courting a woman: charisma and looks determine the outcome of their reactions!
With a deft maneuver, he smoothly guided the sports car towards the curb, securing a prime parking spot beside a bustling street vendor.