Chapter 90: Better to Be a Villain Than a Foolish Good Person (Subscription Requested)

The next day, Chen Yansen woke early, ate a bowl of salty tofu pudding at the cafeteria, then bought a sticky rice cake and ate it as he walked.

At the intersection, Song Yuncheng, dressed in a pink down jacket, had already been waiting a long time.

The early winter morning was chilly, and the mist from their breath was clearly visible.

“The Metersbonwe sample?” Chen Yansen stepped forward, pinching the garment’s logo, looking at her with a half-smile.

Song Yuncheng lowered her head, embarrassed. “During inspection, a piece of the hem got cut wrong, so Sister Li gave it to me.”

Sure enough, there was a pink patch on the hem—hard to notice unless you looked closely.

Chen Yansen said nothing.

Samples sent by vendors, except for high-value ones, mostly gathered dust in the startup park or were handed out to other students by category operators.

This needed a detailed policy—small issues couldn’t be ignored.

Chen Yansen mused silently.

“Why are we going downtown? I have class this morning,” Song Yuncheng said, hurrying to catch up as he walked ahead without speaking.

“To buy a car,” Chen Yansen replied simply.

Before, with no money, he’d endured hardship. Now, FoxTao netted a million a day—Master Chen naturally had to buy a luxury car and swap his watch.

He had no habit of pretending to be poor. If you had money, you enjoyed it—what was the point of working hard otherwise?

On the other hand, buying a car under the company’s name could offset some taxes—perfect for him.

You don’t need to bring me along to buy a car!

Song Yuncheng trailed behind, unable to hold back her complaint—she just wanted to return to the startup park; several B2C platform onboarding contracts still needed Teacher Wang’s review.

But she knew this bastard Chen Yansen would threaten to dock her salary if she refused.

Outside campus, they flagged down a taxi and headed straight to an auto mall packed with luxury brands.

“Why didn’t you bring Meng Jie?” Song Yuncheng, holding back all the way, finally blurted out after they got out.

“She has class this morning,” Chen Yansen replied.

“????”

Song Yuncheng was speechless—she had class, but she didn’t?

His answer chilled her to the bone; her heart froze instantly, and she nearly turned around and left.

Fuck you, Chen Yansen—you’re such a bastard!

She cursed inwardly—how had she ever liked this scumbag?

“I’d rather have you with me.”

Chen Yansen, walking ahead, suddenly added.

Hearing it, her hardened heart instantly softened; her lips curved upward, her eyes smiling into crescents.

After walking a while, Chen Yansen stopped, glancing left and right—the nearby 4S dealerships were all Buick, Volkswagen, Nissan, BMW—none of the luxury brands he wanted.

Bentley, Lamborghini, Porsche, Rolls-Royce—not even a tire in sight. He walked into the BMW 4S store and asked a staff member.

In 2010, Xucheng didn’t sell these brands—you had to go to Luzhou or Husheng.

Or buy used.

Are you kidding?

Chen Yansen never drove used cars!

“Fine, BMW’s okay—just get me the most expensive one in your shop.”

Chen Yansen muttered under his breath; the second half was addressed to the salesperson.

Dude, you show up at dawn to flex, say you’ll “make do” with it—I’d love to slap you awake.

The salesperson plastered on a professional smile, leading them inside, while internally raging.

Chen Yansen wore a wool trench coat—no brand visible—but from Song Yuncheng’s outfit, it was obvious: both were students. How could they afford a car?

“Sir, this is the latest 750Li, equipped with a 4.4T twin-turbo engine—strong power, rapid acceleration, LCD dashboard, heated seats, xenon headlights…”

Though he doubted they were buyers, the salesperson recited his script anyway—treating them as air, talking purely as practice.

“Kinda ugly.”

Chen Yansen shook his head, clearly disgusted.

“Official price: 2.058 million…” The salesperson nearly laughed in anger.

Dude, can you even afford it? You’re complaining the car’s ugly?

The car doesn’t even mind how poor you are!

The salesperson eyed Chen Yansen, sighing inwardly—youth was wonderful; you could flex however you wanted.

When he grew up, he’d realize how hard it was to afford even a 100,000-yuan commuter car.

Chen Yansen ignored the salesperson, sat in the driver’s seat, and tested the cushion’s comfort: “This seat’s fine.”

The salesperson smiled, speechless.

“I’ll take this one. Can your shop handle the license plate?” Chen Yansen asked casually.

“Huh!? You’re really buying?” The salesperson stared, dumbfounded, blurted out reflexively.

“What, you don’t want to sell?” Chen Yansen teased.

“Sell! Of course we sell! Sir, this way—Xiao Zhou, brew two cups of tea from my drawer.”

The salesperson beamed, eagerly guiding them to the lounge.

Enthusiasm ×10!

He pulled out forms and began helping Chen Yansen select accessories.

Before Chen Yansen could speak, he offered a 170,000-yuan discount, plus free maintenance vouchers, car wash vouchers, dashcam, seat pillows, folding umbrella, and more.

Plus, a mechanical watch with the BMW logo.

“Mr. Chen, we offer license plate registration—we can complete it the same day if you tell us your requirements,” the salesperson smiled.

“What’s the final price?” Chen Yansen waved off the details, cutting straight to the point.

“1.988 million!” The salesperson’s heart pounded, terrified Chen Yansen would walk away.

“Are these freebies worth 140,000?” Chen Yansen chuckled, leaning back, noncommittal.

“Mr. Chen, outside the dealership, these aren’t worth 140,000—but here, that’s the norm. We salespeople have no choice. How about this—I add three major services, six minor ones, and free replacement of any part under 1,000 yuan within a year.”

The salesperson gritted his teeth, pretending he was bleeding.

“Lower the price further, and I’ll really consider it,” Chen Yansen sipped his tea, pressing harder.

“I’ll check with my manager—please wait a moment,” the salesperson said, visibly strained, then stood.

“Go ahead,” Chen Yansen didn’t press—he knew the man would finish his cigarette right after finishing the tea.

He cared only about the result, not the process.

Ten minutes later, the salesperson returned with a price of 1.988 million.

Chen Yansen knew that if it weren’t for December’s slow season, he’d have paid over 100,000 more. Seeing no further discount possible, he signed the contract immediately—the final price was 2.26 million. He instructed finance to transfer the funds via online banking.

“Mr. Chen, once the license plate is registered, we’ll contact you immediately,” the salesperson’s enthusiasm surged after receiving payment.

Chen Yansen nodded, leading Song Yuncheng out of the 4S store: “I haven’t soaked in a hot spring in ages. There’s a good one in Shidou.”

Last time, he’d taken Meng Jie.

“I’m not going. I want to go back to work,” Song Yuncheng refused.

“Don’t you like me? Don’t you want to spend more time with me?” Chen Yansen stared at her, smiling.

“I like the school’s cats and dogs too,” Song Yuncheng regretted confessing, scrambling for an excuse.

“Then at least have dinner with me?” Chen Yansen, seeing her firm stance, changed tactics.

“Fine,” Song Yuncheng nodded, unwilling to refuse him twice.

They took a taxi downtown and picked a teppanyaki restaurant.

The private room was about thirty square meters, with a glass wall overlooking the entire CBD.

The chef cooked one dish at a time; Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng ate each one as it arrived.

Chen Yansen was used to such settings; Song Yuncheng, however, was curious, glancing around and occasionally chatting with the chef.

The meal lasted over two hours—the bill came to 2,300 yuan.

“I thought the taste was good, but seeing the price, it doesn’t seem so great anymore.”

Song Yuncheng’s eyes flickered with surprise, unable to hold back her comment.

“Money is meant to be spent—there’s no other purpose. When your December salary hits, you’ll afford restaurants like this too.”

Chen Yansen walked out, turning back to say it.

“I’d never spend it,” Song Yuncheng declared firmly.

People change.

Chen Yansen silently added in his mind—last life, when he had no money, he ate at Shaxian with Tang Zhenzhe, sharing a single bed.

After the company went public and achieved financial freedom, he rarely ate at restaurants under 500 yuan per person.

Not because he was picky—because he had more money than he could spend.

Before he died last life, he still had 60 million yuan in cash, plus countless stocks, bonds, and large-denomination deposits he couldn’t even remember.

This life, he refused to repeat that mistake.

They spent the afternoon playing in the city park, amusement park, and KTV—Song Yuncheng didn’t realize Chen Yansen was dating her like he ran a business.

In the evening, the 4S store’s call finally came.

Chen Yansen brought Song Yuncheng back; when they returned to Xucheng College, Chen Yansen was already seated behind the wheel of the BMW 750.

Passing the gate, he tossed a pack of Huazǐ, then registered the license plate.

There were parking spots right at the entrance to the startup park; with his connection to Cao Dahua, all he needed to do was say a word.

“Brother Wang, who’s this kid? He drives a BMW to school?” A new guard nudged his colleague, curious.

“He’s our institute’s business genius—they say he makes this much in a month,” another guard held up one finger.

“Holy shit! Ten million?!” The new guard gasped, mouth agape.

“Hmph! One hundred million!” The veteran guard snorted, correcting him dismissively.

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…

Chen Yansen drove toward the startup park; just as he was about to park, he saw five or six security personnel forcibly dragging three dusty individuals away.

“That’s Chen Yansen!”

A man in his fifties, catching sight of Chen Yansen from the corner of his eye, shouted loudly.

No sooner had he spoken than the three men, as if seeing a savior, rushed toward him, wailing.

“Boss Chen, please have mercy, forgive us.”

“Mr. Chen, your generosity is boundless—spare us this time, and may you be blessed with great wealth and fortune.”

“Please! We know we’re wrong—give us one chance!”

The last one sobbed and wailed, his tone rising and falling dramatically, as if performing opera.

“Captain Zhan, who are these people?” Chen Yansen asked Zhan Guowei of the Security Department.

“Relatives of those couriers from Yizhou. I stopped them at the gate this morning, but they climbed over the west wall,” Zhan Guowei replied.

Couriers’ relatives?

Chen Yansen froze for a moment, then realized—they were the culprits behind the Mao Tai substitution case.

They traveled all the way to Virtual City to cause trouble? What lunatics!

Chen Yansen sneered, ignoring the pleas at his ear, and suggested to Zhan Guowei: “Call the police. If they come here every day to make a scene, it’ll disrupt Fox Tao ’s operations—I’ll have to go to President Tang.”

Zhan Guowei panicked at once and hurriedly said: “I’ll contact the Police Inspector’s office right away—don’t worry, there won’t be a next time.”

Shuowan ， Taehenhendidenglesanrenyiyan ， Cubaodijiangtamencongchuangyeyuanmenkoutuoxiangxiaomenkou 。

Song Yuncheng watched this scene, lost in thought.

“Do you think I’m heartless, too cruel?” Chen Yansen asked suddenly.

“No,” Song Yuncheng answered firmly.

“If you don’t kill the snake, it’ll bite you back. Better to be the villain than a fool who’s too kind.”

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

(End of Chapter)