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Chu Qiuyan nodded her head.

Now that she understood the strategic goals of the headquarters, she could better plan her subsequent work.

The group's conversation centered mainly around Bubble Milk Tea.

By eight o'clock, the crowd at the clear bar was growing.

At the table next to them sat two men and four women, all young, talking rather loudly.

They acted as if they owned the whole place; frankly, these are the kind of people who should go to a nightclub, not a clear bar.

Even in the clear bar, they shouted and rattled dice with abandon.

The key is to shake the dice; I don't know why they have to yell like that!

Trying to have a quiet chat, or even listen to the young lady on stage sing a couple of sorrowful songs, was out of the question.

Chen Pingsheng stood up to go to the restroom.

After Han Jia and Xu Qin's boyfriend sent them messages, they asked Yang Qian, and only after she said it was convenient,

did they invite their boyfriends over.

It was nothing inconvenient; just a small private gathering.

When Chen Pingsheng came out,

he even took a moment to look in the mirror; middle-aged but not yet weathered, today he even got a fashionable undercut.

A little mousse applied casually on top, and the look was complete.

Otherwise, why do they say that if a man wants to get on in life, first thing is to comb his hair back?

On his way out, he bumped into a young woman in a hurry, who didn't even apologize after bumping into him.

Instead, she cursed directly, "Are you blind?"

Chen Pingsheng looked up at her, the Little Fairy from the next table, whose looks might barely score sixty.

The tattoos on her arm took down the score significantly.

"Sorry about that."

"Taking advantage of your age to cop a feel, old man? Go home and touch your wife!"

The Little Fairy turned and entered the women's restroom.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Nowadays, unreasonable Little Fairies weren't uncommon.

When he returned to his seat, Chang Fu had already drunk most of them under the table by himself.

His tolerance for alcohol was seriously impressive.

Zhao Feifei and the others were no match for him.

Drinking with Chang Fu, Chen Pingsheng found endless topics of conversation with his childhood friend.

Ever since Chang Fu married Yang Qian, he was like a changed man.

Losses at cards were not to exceed a thousand.

Footbaths must not be taken on the second floor.

No massage was to cost more than 298.

Any more than 298, and it was either a half set or the whole kit and caboodle.

Yang Qian was straight as an arrow.

Otherwise, why do they say a man needs to get married? Without marriage, it is hard to settle down.

Otherwise, so much money could be frittered away.

Once married, it's different; the money belongs to two people and a family.

Unless you're like Chen Pingsheng, with Song Yanxi not caring at all.

The reason is simple: too much money.

She herself didn't even spend all the money she got every month; so why bother about how her man spent his money?

Big investments just needed a discussion.

Chang Fu now quite fancied expanding the live-streaming guild, but the opportunity wasn't there.

As for Chen Pingsheng, he was just waiting for the right moment. He had no idea when the live broadcasting industry might undergo a big change.

Anyway, seeing how Wang Yanfeng had invested all his worth into it, he couldn't shake the feeling that a grand opportunity might arise.

Although Wang Yanfeng might not be great at running a company, his family background, with Old Wang's circle, was one of the leading real estate tycoons.

No joke there.

Access to high-level information and resources wasn't an issue.

If he was pouring money into the live broadcast industry, whether he was good at it or not, it was a sign of big potential in the field.

Sometimes, Chen Pingsheng judged things by observing the people around him.

The boyfriends of Han Jia and Xu Qin arrived.

Two college students who didn't think too much about things.

Facing graduation stress but not much of it, living each day as it came.

Chen Pingsheng kind of envied them; listening to their chat about university life sounded quite interesting.

"Uncle, are you also interested in college life?"

Chu Qiuyan noticed his attentive listening and asked out of curiosity.

Chen Pingsheng nodded, "Of course I'm interested. Old Chang and I dropped out after middle school, so I've always longed for college life; it's kind of a regret in life."

Youth doesn't necessarily need high school, but college, that really should be experienced.

After all, there are many girls and no need to spend money to chase them.

Once you're out in society it's different, like that Little Fairy next door. Anyone wanting to chase her would have to drop a few tens of thousands on her, regardless of how he felt.

Not willing to spend on her?

Is that really love, then?

It must be said, domestic so-called love gurus have done some serious harm.

You've got to be kidding me, getting a tattoo, and expecting me to spend tens of thousands before even holding hands.

People work hard for their money, which she hardly seems to consider.

"Actually, college isn't all that idyllic!"

For those from well-off families, college can be wonderful.

But for those from average families, college might just be so-so.

That's how it was for Chu Qiuyan.

"Haha, how could you feel it was wonderful without dating in college?"

Chen Pingsheng teased her, turning Chu Qiuyan's cheeks a slight red.

Though romance is nice, her younger sister and grandmother at home mattered more.

Her dearest wish was to bring them to live with her.

The conversation carried on until about nine, when they prepared to depart.

The noisy table next to them had already left.

The tattooed Little Fairy wobbled, leaning on a companion, when they walked out next to a small white Mercedes-Benz C-Class parked by the white Phantom.

The Little Fairy walked around it, "This car is really beautiful."

"Isn't it? Rolls-Royce Phantom, a car worth just shy of ten million."

"Do you see any phone number on the car?"

"Nope, must be driven by a guy."

The Little Fairy's eyes rolled, recalling those overlord-themed novels she had read online.

Without hesitation, she took out her lipstick.

And drew a big red heart on it.

Then she wrote down her own phone number.

"Damn, what are you doing?"

Her companion was startled by her action.

Little Fairy smiled, "What do you think the car owner will think when he comes out and sees the heart patterns on it?"

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How would they know?

The thoughts of a Rolls-Royce owner are not something those who drive C-series can guess.

They're just not on the same level.

Little Fairy was very confident. When she thought of the men who had been fawning over her, she believed there wasn't a man in the world she couldn't handle.

All she needed was a chance.

And wasn't the opportunity right in front of her now?

If she couldn't seize this, how could she dream of sitting in a Rolls-Royce laughing in the future?

Little Fairy admired her own cleverness.

She waited in the dark, attempting a perfect romantic encounter.

If he asks me to pay for the car, then I might as well marry him, she thought to herself.

Chen Pingsheng came out and was stunned when he saw his car.

Chang Fu almost died of laughter. Whose goddamn brilliant plan was this?

To paint a Phantom sports car with lipstick, making it look like a low-budget car for playboys.

Red marks were everywhere.

Yang Qian and Chu Qiuyan were also dumbfounded; everything had been fine when they came, but a little while drinking and this is what happened.

Chen Pingsheng went over to try to rub off the lipstick with his hand.

Little Fairy suddenly emerged from the side and accused, "Who are you? Why are you rubbing off the lipstick I drew?"

Chen Pingsheng glanced at her, his face expressionless, "You drew this?"

"Yeah," she said, defiantly.

Chen Pingsheng didn't know what was going on in her mind and he simply asked, "Do you know how much this car costs?"

"Isn't it just a Rolls-Royce? What's the big deal about some scratches? At worst, I'll marry him," she said.

You goddamn…

Your mind really is sick.

Chen Pingsheng was so irritated by her that he took out his phone and made a call to Tengying's chief legal advisor, Zhang Si:

"Come to the Cocoa Bar. My car's been vandalized; handle it," he said.

To him, a car wasn't a big deal; it was the sheer lunacy of this woman.

She had to learn the cost of screwing around.

At this rate, a minimum of a hundred thousand was definitely in order.

The marks had been engraved; the Phantom was not something an ordinary repair shop could handle—it had to be sent back to the original factory for repainting.

Little Fairy was shocked, now fully realizing he was the car owner, younger than she'd imagined.

In her sweet voice she said, "What are you doing? It's just a scratch on the car. At worst, I'll marry you. Could any car be more valuable than me?"

"I'll marry your mother."

Gentlefolk normally don't curse.

Unless they're truly f**king fed up.

Shit… insane.

Chen Pingsheng called Song Yanxi to drive over and pick him up.

Song Yanxi usually went to bed late, and her LaFerrari was obviously cooler.

Chen Pingsheng got in her car and left.

Zhang Si arrived and glanced at Little Fairy.

Well, making marks on a Phantom.

And leaving your phone number, no less.

Miss, you're creative indeed.

Without a doubt, a court summons.

However much the repairs cost, you'd better be ready to pay.

Throwing a tantrum won't get you anywhere.

Truly goddamned naïve.

Zhang Si was worldly, but even he hadn't seen such an imaginative idea.

The boss was so rich, fixing a car for a few hundred thousand wouldn't make him blink an eye; it's probably the idea from Little Fairy that ticked him off.

Otherwise, why bother asking him to step in?

If he's here, it meant legal proceedings were to follow.

Without the slightest bit of mercy.

The boss wouldn't allow it.

Little Fairy's companions had long since fled.

Demonstrating through their actions that they had nothing to do with this situation.

Boss and overbearing CEO-themed novels are fine for a read, but anyone who believes them is an idiot.

After all, what sort of women does an overbearing CEO normally deal with?

If not exceptionally outstanding, then shockingly beautiful.

And you, an utterly ordinary girl, what are you daydreaming about?

Life is full of lessons; this one's just particularly harsh.

A big advantage of being rich is that you don't have to deal with annoying stuff yourself.

Plenty of professionals do the dirty work for you.

But, no matter how rich, one can still encounter annoying issues, like this self-righteous Little Fairy.

Can't be helped; a large forest harbors all kinds of birds.

Chen Pingsheng certainly wouldn't consider himself unlucky.

He felt many women today had issues, always dreaming of reaping without sowing.

Settle into a little Mercedes, and they dare to declare they won't marry non-Mercedes owners.

If by any chance they get to ride in a Rolls-Royce once, they'll start demanding a man with an annual salary of at least five million.

If not rubbish, then what?

They're truly sick.

And beyond reasoning with.

After returning home, Chen Pingsheng forcefully did three hundred forward lunges to completely quell his anger.

Then, his wife was flat out motionless again.

The vigor of a twenty-eight-year-old body; not the slightest fatigue.