"I'm sorry, it's all because of me that this mess happened today."
As a top-tier "green tea" type, Yana looked exceptionally delicate at this moment, with a face full of shame as she said, "Brother Ryan, why don't you go after her? I'll apologize to her quickly. I really didn't mean to target her."
Such considerate and gentle words naturally soothed a man's heart.
Ryan hesitated, then sighed, "No need, she won't listen to me."
Yana secretly rejoiced in her victory. At this point, the sales assistants had already packed the two bags and brought them over.
"Why not give the limited edition bag to Tina? She'll definitely forgive you."
Yana subtly manipulated the situation again.
The system still hadn't been bound to Tian Tian, so there was no way to make money off her, which was a significant flaw. He wasn't sure if sending it to Tina would trigger any punitive bugs.
Ryan had just started living a better life and didn't want to take any risks. Hearing Yana's suggestion, he was startled and quickly snapped back to his senses.
"This is a gift from me to you. You're not allowed to give it to anyone else."
This domineering CEO attitude was so charming that it made not only Yana but also the other shop assistants fall for him.
"Forget it, let's go back!"
Ryan lost his enthusiasm. Seeing that it was already past nine, he said, "I'll check if my roommates want a midnight snack. If they do, I'll have to bring them some."
"Oh, yes, yes!!!"
Yana was a bit taken aback. She had expected that such a perfect day would end with Ryan taking her to a hotel room.
However, the outcome was surprisingly innocent. She couldn't help but feel puzzled, but at the same time, she thought to herself that the emotional power of crocodile tears was truly immense. She had been so proactive, and yet when Tina cried, Ryan seemed a bit disoriented.
No, she decided, she had to work harder, be even more forward, and not give him a chance to regret it.
Because Tina was feeling down, Yana found herself feeling uneasy. If it were before, receiving such expensive gifts like these two bags wouldn't have bothered her.
"Yana, take my car back," Ryan said.
Yana looked at him with hope, nodding obediently. But to her surprise, it wasn't a luxury car with a driver waiting for them.
Instead, they walked out of the hotel, and by the bus stop, Ryan unlocked a U-shaped lock and brought out an ordinary electric bike.
The only thing that stood out was that, after getting the system, he had dismantled the takeaway box. This could be seen as a way of bidding farewell to the past after his "return" to a new phase.
Yana didn't hesitate at all, climbing onto the back seat and wrapping her arms gently around Ryan's waist.
Ryan, too casual to bother with a helmet, started the electric scooter. After all, this was the same bike he had once used for food deliveries, and naturally, there wasn't a second helmet available.
Her embrace brought warmth and softness, her ample chest pressing through her bra against his back. The sensation made Ryan briefly revel in the joys of youthful affection.
"Hold on tight!" he said, starting the bike and weaving through the city streets with ease.
Yana, carrying all their shopping bags, shifted slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her position. She couldn't help but ask, "Ryan, do you actually like riding an electric bike?"
Ryan, momentarily enjoying the soft pressure on his back, snapped back to reality and replied, "Of course! Have you seen the traffic in the city? Even if you're driving a McLaren, you'll still get stuck halfway."
He added with a chuckle, "But this bike? No matter how fancy your car is, it's useless in a jam. Meanwhile, I'll breeze right past you."
"And to be honest, I don't even have a driver's license yet. I don't know how to drive, and I have no interest in dealing with road rage from sitting in traffic."
"Plus, I like having a few drinks here and there, and taxis are not so convenient. Buying and maintaining a car just feels like a hassle. And in school? It's even worse—imagine someone asking to borrow your car."
Every word was the absolute truth, spoken with complete sincerity, without a hint of mockery.
But to Yana, his words carried a deeper meaning.
It seemed that Ryan was no longer interested in luxury cars. He clearly hated traffic jams and valued the convenience of a simple electric bike—true pragmatism, a hallmark of genuinely wealthy people.
The comment about not having a driver's license seemed like a joke—who among the rich young elite would care about such a thing?
As for the drinking, it was likely true, but his emphasis on safety and his calm demeanor—far from the recklessness of youth—made him appear remarkably composed and grounded.
Parking at school was also an issue. He had kept a low profile for three years, so naturally, he wouldn't want to draw attention by buying a flashy car.
Brother Ryan is so down-to-earth…
So casual, as if he was genuinely enjoying this ordinary life, and today's luxury somehow felt like it had disrupted his fun.
"Wait, hold up—is that Yana???"
"Am I seeing things? Yana, the queen of backup plans and top-tier simps—since when has she ever been this intimate with anyone?"
"Wait a second, who's that guy? Is it Ryan, the ultimate simp?"
Even though the school gates were about to close, plenty of students were still loitering outside the dormitory building.
Seeing this unbelievable scene, everyone was dumbfounded, rubbing their eyes as if they couldn't trust their vision.
One of Yana admirers quickly sneered, "Pfft, what's so special about this? He's just some poor delivery guy."
"Obviously, the goddess was tired of walking and felt pity for him, so she gave him a chance to bring her back on his electric bike."