The driver was rendered speechless by this little vixen. Unsure of what to do, he worried that if he didn’t handle this properly, the boss would make him pack his bags and leave. He didn’t want to lose a job with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.
"Da Yong, get in the car. I’ll handle this," Sun Dasheng said, having heard the whole exchange. He knew the driver, Da Yong, couldn’t manage such a complex situation. He told him to get in the car and got out himself.
"Are you his boss? Then you must be very rich. My car is damaged, you have to compensate ," Yang Xintian demanded, playing the victim the mont his foot touched the ground.
"Oh?" Sun Dasheng took a few steps toward her and smiled teasingly. "You really want to compensate you?"
It was only when he was right in front of her that she got a clear look at his face, and she was stunned.
Isn’t this the man who was standing beside my uncle at the elevator?
"Yang Xintian!" he said, calling out her na precisely.
Confird!
"Should I call your aunt and uncle and have them co over?" Sun Dasheng asked, taking out his phone.
Yang Xintian hastily pressed his hand down. "Don’t!" she pleaded. "Uncle, please don’t call my aunt over. She’ll scold to death."
It seed this fearless little hellion did have soone she was afraid of.
"Weren’t you just asking to pay for your car?" Sun Dasheng said playfully. She reminded him of the rebellious teenage girls from his youth.
"Who? Who said that?" she feigned, looking around for the supposed culprit. "To think there’s such an unreasonable person! Uncle, you wait here. I’ll go find them and teach them a lesson."
With that, she crouched down and scampered off.
Sun Dasheng stood there, quietly watching her one-woman show play out before turning and getting back in the car.
The traffic police arrived quickly and cleared the road, allowing traffic to start moving again.
The Bentley had just started to move when soone knocked on the window again. The window rolled down to reveal a pitiful-looking face.
"Uncle, could you give a lift?"
After all, she was his old classmate’s niece. He couldn’t just leave her stranded on the main road. He gestured for her to get in.
"Uncle, I have a friend with ; you don’t mind, do you?" she asked. "Her na is Yuan Yuan."
He knew the na was fake just from hearing it, but he didn’t care. He glanced over at her friend, whose outfit scread "nightclub," and understood why she was using a fake na. As for minding, he did. But the cunning Yang Xintian had already forced the issue, pulling a fait accompli by having her friend squeeze in. It wasn’t as if he could kick them out now. It was too late to refuse.
Fortunately, the Bentley’s backseat was quite spacious, so the three of them weren’t crowded.
Yang Xintian, seated in the middle, patted the leather seat. "Luxury cars really are different. This seat is much better than my BMW." She then started wriggling around, as curious as a child. An old saying described her perfectly: she lacked proper posture whether standing or sitting.
"Where are you going?" Sun Dasheng asked, ignoring the hyperactive girl beside him. "To the traffic police station to deal with the accident?"
"No need. The car belongs to a good friend of mine. She’ll handle it herself later," Yang Xintian said nonchalantly.
Borrowing a friend’s car, crashing it, and then making the friend deal with the traffic police? Her friend really drew the short straw having a ’good buddy’ like her.
"Uncle...?" Yang Xintian ventured, trying to ask his na.
"My surna is Sun," Sun Dasheng replied.
"Nice to et you, Uncle Sun. What’s your relationship with my uncle?" she asked, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
Sun Dasheng reached out and pushed her head away. "We were high school classmates."
"Wow!" Yang Xintian was genuinely shocked this ti. She sized up the man beside her for a long mont before speaking. "You two don’t look like you’re the sa age. Uncle Sun, you look at least ten years younger than my uncle."
Sun Dasheng simply smiled faintly. "You’d better be careful if your uncle hears you saying that about him."
"Pfft! I’m not afraid of him. At our house, he’s like a punching bag, with no status at all. Anyone can push him around," she said.
Sun Dasheng was a bit speechless. Is it really appropriate to say that in front of ? She really is a thoughtless one.
"Where to?" Sun Dasheng asked again, having lost interest in chatting with her.
"Yuan Yuan and I are going to Cat Bar. One of the world’s Top 100 DJs is playing there tonight, and all my friends are waiting for ," Yang Xintian said excitedly.
"Da Yong, go to Cat Bar."
After instructing the driver, Sun Dasheng leaned back and feigned sleep. It was still so distance to their destination.
The car drove quietly, the only sound inside being the two won whispering to each other.
"Tian Tian, who is this uncle? When did you et such a rich guy?"
"Hehe... Trying to get information on my uncle? Yuan Yuan, you sly fox, ditch any ideas of seducing him. He definitely wouldn’t be interested in soone like you."
"Tian Tian, you haven’t even let try. How do you know I’d fail?"
"Co on, Yuan Yuan. Save that flirty energy for so young catch. Rich n his age aren’t so easily seduced."
"Tian Tian, are we still besties or not? Just let try! Your uncle is rich and handso—a real prize. Let this horny pig have a go at it," Yuan Yuan pleaded. "I’ll make it worth your while if I succeed."
"What’s in it for ?" Yang Xintian seed intrigued.
Yuan Yuan leaned close and promised her a long list of benefits.
"It’s a deal then, no backing out!" Yang Xintian declared.
"If I back out, may I be struck by lightning!" Yuan Yuan swore.
The car moved quickly, arriving at their destination ten minutes ahead of schedule. As if on a tir, the feigning Sun Dasheng woke up.
"We’re here. Get out," he said, gazing at the neon-lit bar street outside.
"Uncle Sun, won’t you co in and have so fun with us?" Yang Xintian invited.
"No, thanks!"
The invitation was decisively rejected. Yang Xintian glanced at Yuan Yuan; this wasn’t what they had anticipated. They had hit a "GG" on the very first step.
Just then, several rcedes and BMWs pulled up to the bar’s entrance, and a crowd of young n and won got out.
"Hey, Tian Tian, Yuan Yuan, you’re here! Perfect timing, let’s hurry inside."
This was the group of friends Yang Xintian had ntioned—all fair-weather friends she knew from her nights out.
"Looks like your friends are here. Go on and join them," Sun Dasheng urged.
Yuan Yuan whispered in her ear, reiterating the promised rewards.
Yang Xintian gritted her teeth and deployed her secret weapon: pestering. Clinging to Sun Dasheng’s arm, she shook it vigorously. "Uncle Sun, please, just co hang out with for a little while. There are a lot of high-quality won here tonight, you know?"
Seeing him unmoved, she tried a different tactic, attempting to be seductive. Unfortunately, it was all for naught. He remained as unshakeable as a mountain.
"Tian Tian, what are you doing?"
A young man stepped out from the group. He was about six feet tall, handsoly made up, and quite striking. He was apparently one of Yang Xintian’s suitors, and the displeasure of seeing her tugging on a strange man was written all over his face.
"What’s it to you?" Yang Xintian shot back coldly. This kind of pretty boy wasn’t her type.
The others crowded around curiously.
Soone said with schadenfreude, "Yang Wei, your goddess is throwing herself at another man."
"And an older uncle, at that," soone else chid in.
These were the types who reveled in stirring up trouble for fun.
"I’m telling you, Yang Wei, you should just go to Thailand. You might be more popular as a woman. Then you could give us brothers a good ti."
"HAHAHA..."
The crowd erupted in laughter. Who was the narrow-minded fool who said that? Now Yang Wei was in an utterly humiliating position.
"Tian Tian, co with us. What’s so great about this old geezer? Don’t do sothing rash you’ll regret. You’ll beco a laughingstock," Yang Wei pleaded earnestly.
His plea was t with a blunt, "None of your damn business."
At that mont, a red Porsche sports car pulled up, and a young man and woman got out, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Xiao Shao, Miss Xiang, what brings you here?"
Xiao Shao casually tossed his car keys to the person who rushed up the fastest. "Little Tiger, go park my car. It’s brand new, so if you scratch the paint, you’ll answer to ."
Little Tiger caught the keys, his face full of envy. "Xiao Shao is the real young master! You change cars faster than I change girlfriends. Is this a Porsche 911? Must be over three million, right?"
"Not that much. Just over two million," Xiao Shao said nonchalantly.
Everyone looked on in awe, thinking about how a truly wealthy person speaks. Just over two million, tsk tsk.
"What are you all crowding around the entrance for? Why don’t you go in?" he asked, puzzled.
"Xiao Shao, you haven’t heard. Yang Wei’s girl got poached," soone in the crowd snickered.
"Oh? Now that’s interesting. By who?" Xiao Shao asked curiously.
"Right there. The guy’s a rich kid, too. Drives a Bentley," soone inford him.
Oh! That explained it. What chance did a guy in a BMW have against soone in a Bentley?
He walked over.
Seeing him, Yang Wei was like a man seeing his savior. "Xiao Shao, you have to back up!"
But Xiao Shao acted as if he hadn’t seen him, walking right past him to the Bentley. He extended an invitation, "My friend, care to join us inside for so fun?"
They were all wealthy; more friends ant more connections. This was a lesson taught by his family—don’t assu all rich kids are brainless. That’s only a small fraction; the majority are far shrewder than ordinary people.
Sun Dasheng hadn’t been interested, but seeing the young man and woman by the car, he suddenly thought this might be interesting. Aren’t this pair the twin children of my damn boss, Xiang Yunsheng?
So he got out of the car and smiled. "In that case, I’ll respectfully accept. Hanging out with you young people makes feel younger too."
"How should I address you?" Xiao Shao asked, extending his hand.
"My surna is Sun. You can just call Uncle Sun," Sun Dasheng said with a smile as he shook his hand.
Xiao Shao’s smile was a bit strained. This Uncle Sun’s handshake is way too strong.
"Just call Xiao Xiang," he said modestly.
"Alright, Xiao Xiang, let’s head in," Sun Dasheng accepted readily.
Releasing his grip, Xiao Shao glanced at the won beside Sun Dasheng and smiled. "Uncle Sun, you’re a lucky man." Then he turned and led his sister into the bar.
Yang Xintian clung foolishly to Sun Dasheng’s arm, walking into the bar with him under the envious gazes of the others.
She was starting to piece things together. Wait a minute! How did I end up looking like Uncle Sun’s little girlfriend?
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