Chapter 950: The Prince Grabs a Parking Spot

July, the summer in Wuzhou was hot as a steamer; this was Lin Fuxing's first time coming to Wuzhou for summer vacation.

No choice, his parents both work in Wuzhou; if he didn't come to Wuzhou for summer vacation, he always felt lacking the atmosphere of maternal kindness and filial piety.

Also coming with him to Wuzhou was his sister, Zhao Xia.

The siblings took the high-speed rail from Jingcheng to Wuzhou.

Chu Lingxi personally went to the station to pick them up.

Seeing his daughter like a carefree princess, empty-handed, while his son came out of the exit with a backpack and two large suitcases, dragging them, exhausted like a dog.

Chu Lingxi's eyes reddened instantly—no wonder he's a Lin descendant, truly responsible!

"Mom, why are you crying? I'm just here to play for a few days, I won't linger." Lin Fuxing gave an evil smile: "Don't worry, I won't disrupt the harmony between you and Dad."

"I was a bit sympathetic, but hearing you say that makes me feel much better—you deserve to be exhausted." Chu Lingxi wiped her tears, then in the next second ignored her son Lin Fuxing, stepped forward and linked arms with her daughter Zhao Xia: "Your brother is nothing like me, picked up. You're the reliable one, you're like me in every way."

"Grandma also said that, saying we're carved from the same mold." Zhao Xia said: "That's her evaluation, a bit harsh."

"What evaluation?" Chu Lingxi asked curiously.

Zhao Xia raised her brows slightly, somewhat glum: "She said we're just silly vases, good-looking but useless."

"She's just jealous; let it go in one ear and out the other, don't provoke her."

Mother and daughter walked and talked, leaving Lin Fuxing behind.

Lin Fuxing trailed behind, huffing and puffing, shouting: "Can you walk slower? I'm dragging two suitcases—no one wants to help me?"

Mother and daughter were like deaf-mutes, all the way just chatting about fun places in Wuzhou.

By the time they got home, Lin Fuxing was exhausted like a grandchild. He flopped onto the sofa and couldn't recover for half an hour.

This was Lin Fuxing's first day in Wuzhou.

Ignored by his mom.

At night he didn't see his busy dad either.

The next day.

Mom and sister linked arms and went out to play, not taking him. This left him bewildered, unable to figure out what he'd done to upset Mom.

Staying home alone was truly boring.

Lin Fuxing lay lazily on the sofa and messaged Yang Qing: "Uncle Yang, what's fun in Wuzhou? Take me around."

"You came to Wuzhou?"

"It's vacation, so I'm just idling."

"Great-nephew, you're idle, but I'm not. I, your Uncle Yang, am at least a Deputy Director; my work busyness is no less than your dad's."

"You all aren't planning to pay attention to me, are you?"

"Wanting me to take you out to play isn't impossible—first call me father-in-law so I can hear it. I'm soft-eared; if you call me that, I'll agree to anything."

"Then my future wife, is it Xiao Nan or Xiao Bei?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Xiao Nan."

"Scared the hell out of me—if it were Xiao Bei, there'd be no negotiating. Xiao Bei is too fiery, the type who fights and kicks pants. She's a keep-your-distance kind of creature; ordinary people really can't handle her."

"Cut the nonsense, hurry up and call Dad."

"No, Uncle Yang, I'm still a minor. If I called you Dad now, my real dad would beat me up; strangers would think you and Mom have an affair."

"Then call me father-in-law."

"Does Xiao Nan agree?"

"Enough with the nonsense—plainly, I sent her to study in Jingcheng just to create the conditions for you two to be childhood sweethearts; whether she agrees or not, she's your future wife."

"Uncle Yang, you suddenly feel more reliable than my real dad."

"Outsiders call me Uncle Yang, I don't mind, since you're a minor. Now that we're chatting one-on-one, what should you call me?"

"Father-in-law."

"Haha, no wonder you're my good son-in-law, on the ball! Wait for me by the pedestrian street; I'll come after work and tonight I'll take you all around Wuzhou."

"Sure."

After hanging up, Lin Fuxing leapt up from the sofa, his excitement no less than when he first saw Xiao Nan and felt his heart race.

Xiao Nan isn't an ordinary campus belle; she's a refined and graceful campus belle.

And Yang Qing, who nurtured Xiao Nan, is...

Undoubtedly he's the idol of many men.

Uncle Yang dares to indulge in a full-spa treatment while holding his Deputy Director title, like a wild horse that's broken free, his whole body exuding unrestrained wildness.

Just from that, you know tonight's program will definitely be exciting.

Lin Fuxing rummaged in his mother's bedroom for the car keys, then quickly hopped into the red Porsche. It was a birthday gift his father gave his mother last year; she rarely drives.

The car is still brand new, with only over three thousand kilometers on the odometer.

"No doubt my dad still has good taste—this car really packs a punch." The engine's roar mixed with Lin Fuxing's heartbeat, creating an impassioned surge.

After getting onto the main road,

Lin Fuxing put on his sunglasses, keeping his speed in check all the way, mainly fearing his father's strict punishment; the Lin family's upbringing has always been strict.

Until he reached the pedestrian street intersection, Lin Fuxing got a bit anxious.

Parking spots here are scarce.

The last parking spot.

In the distance he saw a black McLaren reversing, its rear already aligned with the spot; a little steering adjustment would let it back in.

In desperation,

Lin Fuxing hastily accelerated, using hands and feet—fishtailing, drifting, hard braking—his car traced a beautiful arc and slid precisely into the spot.

Between the two cars, only a fist's width separated them.

The McLaren driver froze, staring at the rearview mirror for several seconds before belatedly realizing that the last parking spot had been taken.

Shit!

He pushed open the car door and a young man stepped out.

In Wuzhou, especially around the nightlife spots, many people know this young man. He is the son of Executive Vice Mayor Meng Qinghe—Meng Yu, who is 21 this year.

You're asking for death, huh? Dare to snatch a parking spot in front of me? Get lost!

Meng Yu stepped forward and angrily slapped the Porsche's hood.

Lin Fuxing calmly got out of the car and slowly took off his sunglasses. Although only 15 years old, he was 1.73 meters tall, about the same height as Meng Yu.

Lin Fuxing asked with a smile, "Is this parking spot yours?"

I saw this spot first! You're blind, huh? Didn't you see I was backing up?!" Meng Yu shouted angrily.

Lin Fuxing glanced at the McLaren behind Meng Yu, worth over three million.

He smirked, "When I drifted into the spot, your car's rear was still three meters away. Do you even know what 'first come, first served' means? Parking is about skill, not temper."

Do you even know who I am? I'll give you ten seconds to move your junk car—countdown starts now!

Saying that, Meng Yu raised his wrist and stared at the second hand of his green water ghost watch.