Chapter 3460

Xiao Changkun always seizes any chance to show off, and if no opportunity arises, he still forces himself to show off.

In his view, today this kid has fallen into his hands.

You don't say my Rolls-Royce car key is fake, do you? Then let you take a good look, what is a genuine Rolls-Royce car key.

The middle-aged man surnamed Li took the Rolls-Royce key, played with it in his hand twice, then pressed the button on the key, immediately let out a scornful laugh, directly threw the key at Xiao Changkun, and said contemptuously: "This fake thing is still quite damn real, this shouldn't be bought from Pinduoduo, maybe from Taobao?"

Xiao Changkun didn't expect him to suddenly throw the key out, afraid he wouldn't catch it, nervously grabbed in the air several times before barely catching the key, then angrily scolded: "Hey, how can you be so uncultured? You haven't seen the world, I threw you the car key to let you broaden your horizons, yet you casually threw it back at me—if it breaks, can you afford to compensate?"

The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "What do I have to compensate for a broken fake?"

Ma Lan beside him, furious and embarrassed, shouted: "Open your dog eyes and look—this is a genuine Rolls-Royce car key!"

"Pah!" The middle-aged man said contemptuously: "Who are you fooling? Didn't you see you got off a Didi taxi?"

Xiao Changkun immediately retorted: "I just didn't feel like driving today—we're going abroad for vacation, left the car at the airport, I was afraid someone would scratch it, so taking a taxi is fine, right?!"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at the couple, snorted and said: "You contradict yourself—you say you're going abroad, you say you didn't drive out, you took a taxi to the airport, so why are you carrying the car key? What use is bringing the car key abroad? Tell me!"

"I... I... I..." Xiao Changkun was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to answer.

The onlookers also started laughing, because although this middle-aged man was shameless and brazen, his words somehow made sense.

If you're going abroad and didn't prepare to drive, why put the car key in your pocket? Besides the risk of losing it, it serves no purpose at all!

Is putting the car key in your pocket and taking it abroad purely just to show off?

Everyone also felt this doesn't quite match the image of a Rolls-Royce owner.

Someone who would do such a low thing probably isn't a noble Rolls-Royce owner.

Seeing Xiao Changkun unable to speak, the middle-aged man felt he had hit the sore spot, so he pressed on: "I say you, at your age, why are you still so concerned about saving face? Regardless of whether you have a Rolls-Royce, going abroad and flying doesn't require you to keep the car key in your pocket, does it?"

After speaking, he patted his pockets with both hands, smiling: "Look at me—I'm a proper, noble Bentley owner, but do I carry a car key on me? No! I'm heading to the Maldives right now—what use is a car key? Moreover, I have a chauffeur—who the hell buys a Rolls-Royce and drives it themselves?"

"Oh right, are you just waiting for security check so the staff will make you empty your pockets, then you conveniently pull out a Rolls-Royce key from your pocket and slap it there, thinking your face shines? Isn't that it?"

Xiao Changkun, like a child whose scheme has been seen through, face red and ears hot, stubbornly said: "I... I didn't!! I just accidentally put it in my pocket!"

"Pah!" The middle-aged man curled his lip: "Your face is all red—who would believe you saying that?"

After speaking, he sighed and said: "Ah, old man, I advise you to keep a low profile when going out, don't go around showing off, lest people laugh at you—your children are right beside you, you may not care about your own face, but you should consider theirs too?"

Xiao Changkun, originally not quick-tongued, felt completely unable to defend himself after this, suffering in silence, could only take out his phone and lower his head to search for something.

Ma Lan beside him, unable to tolerate this, immediately put her hands on her hips, glared at the other party: "Driving a broken Bentley to show off doesn't even make you look like a proper show-off—go ask around, my husband used to be the Executive Vice President of the Jin Ling Calligraphy and Painting Association, ask the people there—who doesn't know he drives a 2B version Cullinan?"

Xiao Changkun quickly said: "What 2B? It's not 2B, it's BB, BB version Cullinan!"

Ma Lan impatiently waved her hand: "Isn't it all the same? Same meaning."

The other party, evidently not taking Ma Lan seriously, turned to look at Xiao Churan, smiling: "Beautiful lady, these two should be your parents, right? Please persuade them—at their age, they shouldn't have such strong vanity."

After speaking, he greeted the flirtatious woman beside him: "Wife, let's go, hurry through customs and go to the first-class lounge to rest."

The flirtatious woman, seeing her husband gaining the upper hand, also felt especially proud, and said charmingly: "Okay, husband, I've told you before—when out and about, don't associate with poor people's level of understanding, you can't reason with them."

The middle-aged man laughed, put his arm around the flirtatious woman, and walked away happily.

Just as he stepped forward, Xiao Changkun raised his head, shouted angrily at his back: "Hey, you guy, don't walk away—look at me, look at my photo with the car, look! See if it's a Cullinan, see if I've been showing off!"

Seeing the other party not even turning back, he stomped his feet in anger: "Look! Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

Xiao Churan beside him felt extremely embarrassed, stepped forward and said: "Dad, that's enough, stop clinging to this—you shouldn't have taken out the car key in the first place."

Xiao Churan felt embarrassed—not because she felt stared at by strangers, or even laughed at and lost face, but because she felt Mom and Dad were showing off things obtained through Ye Chen's identity in public, which is really embarrassing, especially since they clearly said they weren't driving to the airport, yet Dad secretly put the car key in his pocket—what's going on? I know it too well.

What that middle-aged man said just now was absolutely right—Dad definitely wanted to take this key out, pull it out, and add some glory to his face.

Such a vain display truly disappointed Xiao Churan deeply.

Ye Chen felt nothing—he stood aside silent, mainly because he found his father-in-law's behavior of pocketing the car key too funny, so he just wanted to see how he'd make a fool of himself.

Xiao Changkun saw his daughter and son-in-law not supporting him, felt he couldn't hold his face, secretly pocketed the car key—this behavior now looks indeed a bit childish.

Originally in a good mood for a vacation, but as soon as they stepped out, they were subjected to a round of mockery, leaving Xiao Changkun deeply upset. He looked at the Rolls-Royce key in his hand, feeling the treasure that usually satisfied him now had become a hot potato—he couldn't throw it away, couldn't keep it.

So he hurriedly took out his phone and called President Pei: "Hey, Old Pei, where are you? I went out on vacation today, didn't drive out, but accidentally brought out the car key—why don't you give me your address, I'll call a local courier to send the key to you, you keep it for me first."

President Pei wondered: "If you're showing off, just keep it—the car key isn't heavy, why bother hiring a courier to send it to me, wasting money—what for?"

Xiao Changkun said insincerely: "Ah, you know my car key is too flashy—I don't want people to see it, otherwise during security check they'll make me take it out, and others will think I'm deliberately showing off."

President Pei casually said: "If you won't, just put it in the suitcase—remember not to take it out, security won't make you pull out the suitcase's car key for separate inspection."

"Ah..." Xiao Changkun sighed deeply, upset: "That works too—I'll put it in the suitcase, goodbye for now, Old Pei."

After speaking, hung up, opened his carry-on suitcase a crack, with a look of disgust, slipped the Rolls-Royce key along the gap inside.

Ye Chen found it funny but held back his laughter, seeing him settle the car key, waved at him and said: "Alright, it's late—hurry up and go in!"