Chapter 5: Chapter 5: How Can a Pretty Girl Compete with Junk?
Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, the dazzling Lamborghini shot forward once again. But before they could even finish shaking their heads in amazent, the car, which had just taken off, screeched to another halt.
At the sa ti, Fang Chenyi, sitting inside the car, turned his gaze helplessly toward the innocent-looking girl in the passenger seat. The girl was currently stealing glances at the handso guy driving the supercar.
When Fang Chenyi looked at her, her face instantly flushed crimson, and her heart began to pound wildly.
’Omigosh, is this handso guy about to confess to ? Wow, this is just too blissful! I’m so excited! But should I play it cool first? If I say yes right away, won’t that make
seem too easy? Pfft, Bai nghan, oh Bai nghan, with a guy this handso and rich, why the hell would you play it cool? An opportunity like this won’t co knocking twice! Go on, handso, confess already. I promise I’ll say yes in a heartbeat!’
"Hey, um... can you lift your butt for a second?"
The mont Fang Chenyi spoke, Bai nghan froze. Then, a blush shot from her face all the way down to her neck. She hadn’t expected this handso guy to want to do *that* kind of thing right off the bat. ’Should I agree to it? But we just t. But if I don’t agree, I’ll probably never find such an amazing guy again.’
After a mont’s thought, Bai nghan made up her mind. With her head lowered, she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her tracksuit and whispered, almost whimpering:
"Um... H-how... How about... we find... find a hotel...?"
Uh...
Fang Chenyi stared at the beautiful young woman’s coy fidgeting and the words that had just left her lips, and he was rendered speechless. ’Holy crap. She looks so innocent, but I didn’t expect her to be so... *open*. Sigh, I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover. For all I know, she might have been around the block a few tis.’
With that thought, Fang Chenyi didn’t waste any more ti. He reached directly under her rear.
Feeling the handso guy’s move, Bai nghan’s heart started to race, and she squeezed her eyes shut in nervousness. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her clothes even faster.
Since she was little, she had always been the "perfect child" that other parents talked about. From academic performance to life skills, there was nothing she couldn’t master. To put it simply, Bai nghan was practically the real-life version of Zhuge Dali from *iPartnt 5*.
Because of this, no boy had ever dared to get too close to her growing up. Of course, she had dealt with the swarms of "flies" who tried to pursue her.
But now, for so reason, Bai nghan felt that she’d fallen for this handso guy. Perhaps she had started liking him from the mont he’d stepped up to do the right thing.
Just as she was nervously waiting to embrace this wild mont, the handso guy’s ice-cold voice sounded in her ear:
"Lift it up!"
Perhaps because his tone was too forceful, Bai nghan instinctively pushed her body up.
But what happened next was not the scene Bai nghan had imagined.
As she lifted herself up, Fang Chenyi reached out, grabbed a blue-and-white striped woven bag that she had been sitting on, and yanked it free.
Bai nghan opened her eyes in confusion, just in ti to see the handso guy get out of the car holding a trash grabber and the woven bag. At this sight, Bai nghan was so ashad she wished a hole would open up and swallow her. But along with the sha, she was also furious. Watching through the car window as the handso guy started rummaging through a trash can, Bai nghan stomped her foot in a fit of pique inside the car.
"That hateful man! Am I less appealing than trash?!"
It wasn’t just Bai nghan. The onlookers who hadn’t dispersed yet saw the 20-million-plus-yuan Lamborghini stop, and then the incredibly handso young man actually started picking up junk again. A thousand profanities stord through their minds.
"Holy shit, a true baller does what a baller wants! He’s driving a supercar worth over twenty million, with a drop-dead gorgeous woman next to him, and instead of getting a room, he’s picking up trash! My God. Is this so kind of rich-guy fetish?"
The young man who had just been wailing about his goddess being defiled now sighed dramatically toward the heavens.
"Oh, heavens! Is my goddess really less appealing than trash?!"
Of course, at this mont, Fang Chenyi couldn’t care less what Bai nghan or the onlookers were thinking. He was happily rummaging through the trash can.
*(Host has collected one plastic bottle. System reward: 100 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the host’s bank account. Please check your balance.)*
*(Host has collected one broken iron canister. System reward: 800 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the host’s bank account. Please check your balance.)*
*(Host has collected one discarded book. System reward: 500 yuan. The reward has been deposited into the host’s bank account. Please check your balance.)*
...
Ten minutes later, Fang Chenyi had picked through both trash cans.
Looking at the now-empty trash cans, Fang Chenyi clapped his hands in satisfaction. He casually slung the woven bag over his shoulder, then pulled out his phone to check. ’Holy cow, over 80,000 yuan deposited! Bwahaha, this trash-picking gig is the best! Nope, not done yet. I haven’t had my fill. On to the next one, on to the next one!’
With that thought, Fang Chenyi grabbed his woven bag and hopped back into the Lamborghini.
Once inside, without even looking, he tossed the woven bag and trash grabber onto the passenger seat. Only after letting go did he notice the innocent-looking girl, who was staring back at him, completely bewildered.
Fang Chenyi slapped his forehead. ’Crap, I was so caught up in the joy of picking trash that I completely forgot about her!’
But the woman was already cradling the woven bag, so it would be awkward for Fang Chenyi to take it back. ’Oh well,’ he thought, ’I might as well take her ho first.’
"Where do you live?"
Fang Chenyi asked coolly as he started the car.
"J-Just ahead, in the Century Garden District."
After she finished speaking, Fang Chenyi didn’t spare her a glance. He stomped on the gas, and the Lamborghini under him let out a roar before shooting straight forward.
’Damn it. I’ll need to practice my driving later,’ he thought. ’Even though I have master-level supercar driving skills, this is my first ti actually handling a car like this, so I’m still a bit clumsy. Good thing no one was in front of ...’
They weren’t far from Century Garden to begin with. With one push of the accelerator, the supercar was already stopped at the main entrance.
After parking the car, Fang Chenyi took the woven bag directly from the woman’s hands and said with a frown, "Are you getting out? Or are you waiting for
to ask you to dinner?"
It wasn’t that Fang Chenyi was cold or had low emotional intelligence. It was mainly that the previous scene had completely changed his opinion of the woman. He might be a junk collector now, but he would never pick up a "worn-out shoe." If not for the girl’s forwardness just now, Fang Chenyi wouldn’t have minded getting to know a girl whose looks were a 95 out of 100.
[To be continued...]
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