Chapter 27: So embarrassing

After buying the car, the next step is to test drive it.

Wen Yuchun drove the Maserati out of the store onto the road, and she instantly felt her aura become several times stronger.

She was so happy her face froze in a smile, yet she couldn't help wanting to turn up the corners of her mouth.

Nervous, happy, shocked……

These complex emotions, at this very moment, all surged up in her heart.

Afterwards, under the guidance of the salesperson, Wen Yuchun familiarized herself with the car's various functions, and then she began test driving it.

"Dad, this feeling is too great."

After test driving the car, Wen Yuchun rolled down the window, gave Xiao Ming a brilliant smile, and said.

"Yuchun, let me give it a try?" Beside her, Wen Yunzhe was itching to try as well; although his Mercedes-Benz wasn't bad either, compared to this Maserati he found it even more exciting.

"Hehehe..." Everyone was amused by Yun Zhe's performance.

After each had test driven, the few kids each drove their own car back to Qilin Yuan.

"This place is too small; with one car per person there's nowhere to park, and if we buy another car later there'll be nowhere to put it." Xiao Ming glanced at the cars that could only park in the courtyard, and said calmly, "That day we'll have nothing to do, let's move house—move to a bigger villa."

"Dad, there are villas too?" Upon hearing this, Wen Yuchun was delighted beyond words.

As for Wen Jingrou, she was frightened out of her wits.

Buy another car?

Move to another villa?

Is money still money?

That evening, as usual, Xiao Ming took charge of the kitchen, with his two daughters helping out to cook.

At home, everywhere was filled with hearty laughter, everywhere with the taste of happiness.

……

The next day.

Wen Jingrou had been scrolling through design drawings all day in the office, exhausting her to the point of a sore back and waist; finally, when work ended, she stood up and stretched a bit.

"Jingrou, let's go together?" her colleague shouted while walking.

"Sure!"

Wen Jingrou walked out together with everyone.

"Director Sun, I heard from your assistant that you bought a big Benz, the most luxurious model, right? That car is really expensive!"

Xiao Wang asked with a grin, turning to the handsome-looking man who had followed behind him.

That man was their director.

"About that, I spent seventy to eighty thousand." Sun Yancheng replied with a smile, hooking the corner of his mouth as he smiled, fully displaying his smugness.

"Jingrou, how about we have a meal together later? I'll treat you; after eating we can go out and have fun." Sun Yancheng said confidently: "My Mercedes-Benz just arrived, and no one else has sat in it yet; if you're willing, from now on I'll only let you sit in the passenger seat."

His gaze toward Wen Jingrou was very confident.

He looked as if victory were already in his grasp, as if he were certain Wen Jingrou wouldn't refuse him.

"Jingrou, you're also so lucky—Director Sun actually took the initiative to invite you to ride in his car, and out of the blue he made us eat that round of dog food."

A colleague chimed in.

Anyone with clear eyes could see that Sun Yancheng was pursuing Wen Jingrou.

"Thanks, but no thanks—I have other things to do." Wen Jingrou gave a light smile and politely refused.

Sun Yancheng didn't expect her to refuse so readily; he was momentarily stunned, then unwilling to give up, he continued: "Jingrou, where are you going? I'll take you there; I'll be your driver, so you won't have to squeeze onto the bus."

At this moment, Sun Yancheng slightly restrained the smug look on his face.

"No, thank you!" Wen Jingrou refused again.

Sun Yancheng's face was a bit embarrassed; he had lowered his stance, yet Wen Jingrou still remained unmoved?

"Yo!"

Suddenly, a companion walking ahead exclaimed: "Good heavens, a Ferrari—it's too handsome!"

"Ahhhhh... I love the latest model Ferrari, silver-white, low-key yet imposing—I love it too much."

In the parking lot, upon seeing the Ferrari that Wen Jingrou had driven in, everyone was attracted to the point they couldn't walk away.

Some quickly took out their phones, ran over to pose beside it, and started taking pictures.

Others stepped forward to touch and gaze at it, their eyes shining straight.

"Good heavens, the latest model—this must cost over one million, nearly two million; is this the car of someone from our company? It's so extravagant."

Sun Yancheng also stepped forward to join the discussion: "For this car, I'd have to work another seven or eight years before I could afford it."

"If it were us, even working a lifetime we couldn't afford such an extravagant car, but Director Sun wouldn't need seven or eight years—your Mercedes-Benz costs seventy to eighty thousand; maybe in two or three years you'll also trade up to a car like this."

Everyone chimed in with praise.

"That's not impossible." Sun Yancheng chuckled, looked at Wen Jingrou, and spoke with a slightly arrogant tone: "Jingrou, you see we're about the same age—I'm only two or three years older than you; among our peers, few can afford a Mercedes-Benz through their own ability and still hold such a position in the company."

"To be honest, I'm interested in you; many women throw themselves at me, but I have no interest in them—I only love you."

Wen Jingrou naturally understood that Sun Yancheng's meaning was: someone as desirable as him being able to take a liking to her is a blessing she cultivated over several lifetimes.

Don't be so ungrateful.

He looked at Wen Jingrou with eyes full of anticipation, thinking, "Having said all this, Wen Jingrou will surely nod."

"But I don't love you." Wen Jingrou smiled and refused him once again.

"Wen..."

Sun Yancheng felt embarrassed, about to retort, but the words on the tip of his tongue suddenly froze.

After Wen Jingrou refused, she suddenly took out a bunch of car keys from her bag, and under everyone's astonished gaze, pressed the remote twice.

The Ferrari let out two sounds.

"Sister Li, Huanhuan, Brother Gang, let's head back early—see you tomorrow." Wen Jingrou and a few coworkers greeted warmly, then opened the Ferrari door, got in, and just left.

"Good heavens!"

Sun Yanchen was completely stunned.

"How… how could this be? This car is actually Jingrou's?"

Everyone else was so shocked they hadn't come to their senses, until Wen Jingrou disappeared into the basement; only then did everyone regain their composure, all marveling.

Especially Sun Yanchen, recalling the words he had just said to Wen Jingrou a few minutes earlier, felt his face burning hot.

A slap in the face—this is utterly a slap in the face.

…

At Wen Yuchun's place.

Wen Yuchun had just finished a livestream and was about to pack up and head home.

"Yuchun, let's get together today? The Xianglaier brand gave a newest bag sample; let's go take photos together?" A close friend stepped forward to ask.

"I'm not joining." Wen Yuchun replied with a smile: "Sisters, from now on I won't attend such gatherings; I no longer need the posing, after all, I already have all those things."

"What?" Everyone heard and was dumbfounded.

"Real or fake? Where did you get those? Those things are all expensive."