Chapter 424: Chapter 60 VV and Yingjun Chapter 424: Chapter 60 VV and Yingjun Boom!!!!!!!
The purple Bugatti Veyron raced through the night by the Eastern Sea.
In fact, Lin Xian didn’t really like this car; the seating position was very uncomfortable.
However, in the nearby parking lot, the fastest car was this one, and VV had remotely started it and then drove it over.
“When did you buy a Bugatti?”
Zhao Yingjun, seated in the passenger seat, asked curiously.
“Borrowed it, a friend’s.”
Lin Xian smiled:
“A friend who can do anything.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve ridden in a car this fast…” Zhao Yingjun closed her eyes, lying quietly on the headrest of the passenger seat:
“These past six months, I’ve often gone to the racetrack you took to practice; you can try out my car soti, I reckon I drive pretty well now.”
“I believe that.”
Lin Xian signaled a right turn, exiting the elevated road:
“You do have a talent for racing, the most talented I’ve ever seen…
Well, I don’t know too many people who like to speed.”
As the car’s speed slowed, Zhao Yingjun sat up straight, pressed the window button, and looked out at the dotted landscape:
“Where are we going?”
“Disney,” Lin Xian replied truthfully.
...
“Disney?” Zhao Yingjun laughed out loud, unbelievingly repeating the question:
“You’re taking to Disney?”
“Ah…
does it seem a bit juvenile?” Lin Xian’s foot on the accelerator began to feel embarrassed; the plan VV had co up with was indeed juvenile, sothing he was actually quite reluctant to agree with.
It’s fair to say.
All the suggestions and plans from VV were extrely juvenile, chÅ«nibyÅ, and dramatic; the current self would basically no longer cooperate with VV.
But just…
Having just thought of the Third Dreamland’s last trash can robot, Lin Xian’s ear went soft again, unable to refuse VV’s request.
“Not really.”
Zhao Yingjun, with the night breeze blowing, allowed her hair to fly ssily, resting her hand behind her head, gazing at the dark Disney castle that had long since turned its lights off:
“Actually, I find it quite novel because I’ve never been to Disney since I was a child.
Of course, I’ve heard of it, seen videos and pictures…
but I’ve never been to any of the many Disney the parks in the world.”
“Really?” Lin Xian glanced over, a little incredulous.
In his view, soone like Zhao Yingjun, the darling daughter of the Imperial Capital with the backing of the mighty Zhao Corporation, and an only child, should have been spoiled to the heavens, right?
Why hadn’t she ever been to a Disney the park?
But then again…
Thinking back to previously, when Zhao Yingjun had told him about her parents’ strict and stern ways of upbringing, this was indeed possible.
Or perhaps, a woman with Zhao Yingjun’s personality had been a formidable figure from childhood, an avant-garde firework, likely not caring for typical girlish interests.
Recalling the projection gallery within Third Dreamland, where he saw Zhao Yingjun’s life’s projection, indeed her childhood was filled more with learning skills, reading books, at the riding center, playing golf, in French restaurants, at the Louvre Museum…
She had seen the Mona Lisa, the pinnacle of art in the world, yet never hugged a Mickey Mouse;
She could ta a wild horse to race across the field at a young age, but never rode a childish carousel to snatch the golden ring on the pole.
“However…
at night, we probably can’t get into the park, can we?”
Clang!
No sooner had Zhao Yingjun spoken than a gate, normally not open to the public, burst open ahead, and the Bugatti Veyron dashed straight through, its dazzling headlights shining.
All the way unobstructed, doors opening, green lights all the way.
The Bugatti Veyron didn’t slow down, just as ti never turned back.
The sparse and dim streetlights on the road ford a continuous chain of nostalgic fras, much like the projection gallery of the Third Dreamland, with slides freezing every fra the Bugatti dashed past.
“You…”
Zhao Yingjun’s mouth hung open, astounded by the gate barriers ahead opening automatically, turning to look at Lin Xian:
“Did you buy the entire Disney?”
“Borrowed it.”
Lin Xian smiled with his old trick:
“A friend’s.”
Chuckle—
Zhao Yingjun laughed, too:
“I was just calculating whether the sale of MX Company could help you pay off the loan.
But I feel it wouldn’t be enough…
It’s not really a matter of whether there’s enough money or not, mainly because Disney officially would never sell this place.”
She unbuckled her seatbelt.
Half her body leaned on the window fra of the Bugatti, looking at the Disney the park outside that was already dark and lightless.
“When I was little, I also asked my parents if I could go to the amusent park.”
Zhao Yingjun said softly:
“But my parents always tended to tack on a condition to any of my requests.
For example, ‘If you score among the top on the next test, we’ll take you to an amusent park; if you practice the piano well for a week, we’ll buy you the toy you like; you must run and exercise for several hours before you can have this dessert.'”
“They were all trivial things, but they always liked to add conditions to these minuscule requests.
So…
gradually, the things I originally liked, in an instant, beca associated with studying, howork, fatigue.
Slowly, no matter how much I once liked sothing, it was all priced and equated to the sa level of suffering, and I gradually grew to dislike it.”
“I’ve always envied those pampered, doted-on little girls.”
Zhao Yingjun turned her head and smiled, watching Lin Xian focus on driving in the night, heading toward the increasingly grand Disney castle:
“Like…
Chu Anqing.”
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