"Ha!"
Sun Ziyi couldn't hold back her laughter, "Muqiu, look, look! Is that the car he just bought? No wonder it only took half an hour..."
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
Su Muqiu frowned, turning her head to look at Xiao Zhan. She saw him stride over to a Bentley Mulsanne not far away, stop, and set down the two large sacks he was carrying.
Next to the Bentley Mulsanne was parked a brand-new electric tricycle.
Clearly, Sun Ziyi immediately assumed that the electric tricycle was the car Xiao Zhan had just bought.
Not just her, even Su Muqiu thought so.
"It seems he really has no money left..."
Su Muqiu sighed inwardly, her expression not looking good. She forced a smile and explained, "It's just for carrying clothes, a tricycle is enough, it's economical and practical."
"Come on, give me a break."
Sun Ziyi rolled her eyes, "Muqiu, your attitude is all wrong. Stuck with such a wasteful husband, who spends all the money on his card just for face, if it were me, I'd skin him alive!"
"And you're actually defending him?"
As if realizing something, Sun Ziyi exclaimed, "Oh my God, you haven't fallen for him, have you?"
"Of course not, don't talk nonsense!"
Su Muqiu's face turned slightly red, she glared at Sun Ziyi and said, "I just think, we're not related by blood, even if we're engaged, there's no emotional foundation, so he has no obligation to be so good to me, and I have no right to blame him."
"Isn't that right?"
Su Muqiu spoke seriously, with no hint of joking.
"You, you're just too kind-hearted, too soft."
Sun Ziyi pulled Su Muqiu towards Xiao Zhan, huffing, "Anyway, he just embarrassed me and Shaohui, now that I've got the chance, watch how I tear him apart!"
"Don't..."
Su Muqiu tried to stop her, but it was too late.
"Is this the car you bought?"
As soon as they reached Xiao Zhan, Sun Ziyi couldn't wait to sneer, "When you were buying clothes, you bought out the whole store with a wave of your hand, I thought you were a real tycoon, and went to buy a luxury car." Visit g.com for the full chapter.
"Is there a problem?"
Xiao Zhan frowned.
Five years ago, when he was still the Young Master of the Capital Xiao Family, he always drove a Bentley. Even in the Capital City, where big shots were everywhere, a Bentley wasn't considered low-class.
How come now, in a small place like Quancheng, in Sun Ziyi's eyes, even a Bentley Mulsanne isn't a luxury car?
If he remembered correctly, Chen Shaohui's black Mercedes-Benz was only five hundred thousand.
The same as the purchase tax for a Bentley Mulsanne!
"There's a big problem!"
Sun Ziyi snorted, "If you don't have money, just say it. Muqiu and I can take a taxi back. What's the meaning of bringing back such a broken car? Do you want Muqiu and me to sit in the back and accompany you for a ride?"
"This broken car is worth at most five thousand yuan, right? It's not even as expensive as a piece of clothing for Muqiu and me. Riding it back, aren't you embarrassed? We are!"
"Muqiu, let's take a taxi."
Saying this, she pulled Su Muqiu, ready to leave.
Su Muqiu shook her head, "Why don't... Ziyi, you take a taxi back alone, I'll go with him, and later I'll bring you the clothes you picked."
"You're going to ride this broken car too?" Sun Ziyi said angrily.
Su Muqiu smiled wryly, lowered her voice, and whispered, "No matter what, he's my husband now, and these clothes were bought with his money. Leaving him alone isn't good..."
"Besides, I usually ride an electric bike to work, I'm used to it, whether it's two wheels or three, there's no difference."
Although her voice was low, it didn't escape Xiao Zhan's ears.
Two wheels?
Three wheels?
What the heck?
He glanced at the brand-new electric tricycle next to him, and recalling what Sun Ziyi had just said, Xiao Zhan's face darkened, as if he suddenly understood something.
However, Su Muqiu's attitude warmed his heart.
Kind! Generous! Considerate!
He had to admit, Su Muqiu was a thoughtful and understanding woman.
This made Xiao Zhan feel suddenly lucky. If five years ago, it had been a woman like Sun Ziyi who appeared in his bed and got pregnant with his child, what would he have done?
Thank goodness, heaven had eyes.
With a silent sigh, Xiao Zhan took out the Bentley Mulsanne's car key, opened the trunk, put the two sacks of clothes inside, then opened the passenger door, smiling as he gestured to Su Muqiu, "Honey, get in the car." This story is hosted at novelping . com.
"Get in what car?"
Before Su Muqiu could respond, Sun Ziyi disdainfully said, "Driving a broken tricycle, carrying a bunch of ragged clothes, and you have the nerve to let your wife get in? Are you even a man..."
Smack!
Sun Ziyi's words were cut off as she turned to glare angrily at Xiao Zhan, and in that moment, when she saw Xiao Zhan standing in front of the Bentley Mulsanne, the car door already open, she was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place, her handbag slipping from her hand and hitting her foot.
"You! You, you, you..."
Sun Ziyi looked at Xiao Zhan as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"This..."
Su Muqiu was startled by Sun Ziyi's drastic change, instinctively turning to look at Xiao Zhan. With just one glance, her eyelid twitched, surprised, "This Bentley Mulsanne is the car you bought?"
"Yes, what else?"
Xiao Zhan shrugged, looking innocent, giving Su Muqiu no chance to refuse as he pushed her into the car, then glanced at the stunned Sun Ziyi, asking, "Are you sure you want to take a taxi back alone?"
Gulp!
Sun Ziyi swallowed hard, her face burning as if she'd been slapped. She had just said that if Xiao Zhan's car could match Chen Shaohui's Mercedes, she'd rather be Xiao Zhan's maid.
And now...
The brand-new Bentley Mulsanne was right in front of her, worth over six million, one of which could buy ten of Chen Shaohui's Mercedes!
How could she compare???
For a moment, Sun Ziyi even thought, if Xiao Zhan wasn't Su Muqiu's husband, but hers, how wonderful it would be. Tall, strong, spending money without blinking, buying cars like buying vegetables, so what if he's a rapist, a violent maniac, come on, rape me, hit me, being raped by such a man, how happy would that be...
...
At that moment.
In front of the building where the Su Group was located, a large crowd had gathered, including company employees, onlookers, and media reporters who had rushed over, forming a dense, lively scene.
Suddenly, a black Mercedes-Benz sped over, stopping outside the crowd.
"Young Master!"
As Chen Shaohui got out of the car, the driver waiting there immediately approached, speaking as they walked, "The old master is still inside and hasn't come out, the phone can't get through, the company entrance is blocked by them, with a dozen security guards guarding it, we can't get in..."