Chapter 130: Blindly Showing Off

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A red sports car entered Qiao Jiusheng’s vision.

She stared at the sports car in front of her in amazement.

“This… This is a Lykan—Hypersport?”

Qiao Jiusheng turned her head in shock and stared at Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng walked to her side with his cane. He took out a car key that looked like a fighter jet from his trouser pocket and handed it to Qiao Jiusheng.

After catching the key, Qiao Jiusheng looked up in disbelief. She looked up at Fang Yusheng and asked him in an uncertain tone, “For… For me?” She felt that she was being delusional.

“Yeah.”

She saw Fang Yusheng nod.

The car key was cold, but Qiao Jiusheng felt that it was hot.

It was so hot that her heart ached.

He was Fang Yusheng, who sat in economy class on a plane. Fang Yusheng, who was so stingy that his heart ached when she borrowed 100,000 yuan from him. Fang Yusheng, who had been unwilling to change to a new car for more than ten years. Who would forever drive a dilapidated Volkswagen! Just because she had mentioned to Qiao Jiuyin that she wanted this car once, he had really given it to her!

Qiao Jiusheng pursed her lips, and her heart beat faster.

Fang Yusheng suddenly asked Qiao Jiusheng, “Are you touched?”

This time, Qiao Jiusheng chose to face her own heart.

“Yes.” Since the rooster had voluntarily plucked its feathers, it must have bled. Qiao Jiusheng was very touched. “How much did you buy it for?”

“I got it from Ah Nuo. It’s free,” Fang Yusheng said.

Qiao Jiusheng was speechless.

She was no longer touched.

Fang Yusheng did not tell her that he had exchanged for this car with his own design.

One had to know that all his designs were priceless.

When they left the car dealership in the Lykan—Hypersport, Qiao Jiusheng was the one driving.

The weather was frosty, but Qiao Jiusheng still lowered the convertible top. She deliberately drove very slowly along the iconic building in the middle of Binjiang City—the bronze-carved locksmith, past Binjiang University, the City People’s Hospital, the City Television Station, the City Walk Street, and Fang Mu and Qiao Jiuyin’s villa.

When people saw this sports car driving at a turtle’s pace, regardless of whether they knew the car or not, they took out their phones and took pictures of the sports car. Qiao Jiusheng was especially smug. She had worn sunglasses, and she constantly waved at the spectators on both sides. It looked like she was just short of saying, “Hello, comrades. You’ve worked hard.”

If she had said that, Fang Yusheng would probably have to praise her. “Hello, President Qiao. It’s not hard on us.”

When the car passed by the entrance of Fang Mu’s villa, she drove especially slowly.

At this time, Fang Mu was returning after working overtime. As he drove home, he saw the “turtle” slowly driving in front of him.

Qiao Jiusheng had already closed the convertible, and Fang Mu could not see if the person inside the car was a man or a woman.

Fang Mu frowned. It’s such a waste for a top-notch sports car to drive like this. Only two cars were driving in his lane on the road outside his villa. Since it was eight or nine o’clock now, many people who were working overtime were driving their cars in the opposite lane. Coupled with the fact that Fang Mu and the other car were driving on a bend, overtaking the other car was not easy for Fang Mu.

He sounded his horn, and the car in front of him actually sounded its horn in return. Then, the car owner in front of him stretched out his hand from the window and shook it at him.

That hand was slender and fair. It was a woman’s hand.

After waiting for a while, Fang Mu saw that the car in front of him was still not accelerating and was still driving slowly. He got angry.

He stopped the car, put his hands on his hips, and strode to the sports car in front of him.

As he got closer to the car, he loudly said, “Miss, please drive faster…” Fang Yusheng had just reached the back of the car when the half-dead sports car suddenly increased its speed like a mad cow.

Fang Mu’s face was covered in exhaust fumes.

Fang Mu: “…”

“F*ck!” President Fang kicked the stone by the road in anger.