Chapter 2

Turning around, I saw Tiffany running towards Ryan, kicking his car.

"Dork, you always have your get-togethers here and never invite me! I'm gonna find out what kind of trouble you're brewing!"

Ryan's face changed. I thought he'd lash out at Tiffany for touching his car.

But he just sighed.

"Don't take it out on my car, doesn't your foot hurt?"

"I didn't deliberately exclude you. These are guy-only gatherings, stinky and not really your scene."

"Hmph."

Tiffany snorted.

"I'm nothing like your little girlfriend!"

"I have to punish this idiot!"

Tiffany swung her bag, and its chain instantly scraped a line across Ryan's car.

She then planted her foot on his car, leaving two dirty black footprints, but that wasn't enough.

"What are you standing around for? Help your queen up! Today I'm going to stomp a bunch of footprints all over your car and post them as trophies on Ins!"

Ryan, who would usually throw a fit if anyone so much as brushed against his car, only offered a helpless smile when faced with Tiffany's unreasonable demands.

He indulgently wrapped his hands around Tiffany's waist, lifting her onto the hood of the car.

He let Tiffany stomp countless footprints all over his car, then took photos with these "trophies" and posted them on Ins.

In the comments, all their mutual friends were marveling.

"Seriously, you're probably the only person in the world who can touch his car!"

"Totally! Anyone else would get their wrist broken! You're clearly different, mighty queen!"

Ryan jokingly called Tiffany "Childish!"

Then he commented below:

"It's just a car; of course, she's more important."

It was a stark contrast to his earlier "Just a girl, right? Nowhere near as thrilling as a sports car."

Tiffany gloated inwardly, but feigned annoyance.

"Hey, idiot. Don't you think my feet are too small? Not cool at all. What if people see these footprints and think they belong to some other girl?"

To tease her, Ryan nodded.

"They are a little small."

Tiffany slapped him on the forehead.

"You moron, looking down on your queen, are you?!"

A mischievous idea sparked in her mind. She pulled out her phone and started recording Ryan.

"Repeat after me! My queen Tiffany's size 6 feet are the cutest! My girlfriend Celeste's size 8 feet are giant clown shoes!"

Seeing Ryan hesitate, Tiffany got impatient.

"What's that look for? You don't want to do a simple little punishment, huh? You idiot, you get a girlfriend and forget your queen!"

Ryan, who was initially reluctant, immediately gave in.

"Alright, alright, I'll say it! I'd rather offend my incredibly understanding girlfriend than you, my little terror."

I watched them with cold eyes, waiting until they were done messing around before I finally appeared.