Qiao Meina took a big gulp of Yuanqi Forest, letting out a satisfied sigh, and rolled her eyes at Lin Can, who was holding back from mocking her in the video.
"Stinky little brother, you just graduated from high school and you already bought a Bentley. I've been alive for nineteen years and I've never even had a bicycle. Are you trying to make me jealous?"
"If you agree to be my model for private photos, I'll gift you a Bentley, how about it, Meina? Isn't that a great deal?"
Private photos come with cash rewards. After buying the car today, there's only a few hundred thousand left on the card. Lin Can needs to figure out how to make more money.
Qiao Meina, this sexy big sister, would probably earn millions with her photos.
"Stinky little brother, you've just started with Qing Ning and now you're already eyeing your sister's body, huh? I'll kill you, stinky little brother."
Qiao Meina reached out and slapped Lin Can a few times in the video with a "pa pa pa" sound.
Lin Can smiled and said, "I'm not craving your body. I'm a photographer. What I shoot is art. You all are perfect works of art in my eyes."
Qiao Meina scoffed, "Your mouth really can deceive women to death without any consequences, huh? Sister~ is~ not~ going~ to~ shoot~ for~ you~."
"Alright, I'll go check the car. I'll take you out tonight for a task."
Qiao Meina made an OK gesture and ended the video chat. She let out a deep breath, eager to share the news with her three little bitches.
[Girlfriend Group]
Qiao Meina: [Let me tell you all some news, Lin Can, bored out of his mind, went to buy a Bentley as a reward for his graduation.]
Miao Youxi: [Good one! Which model?]
Qiao Meina: [Bentley Continental GT, over 6 million.]
Ai Re: [(@Chu Qing Ning) Get out here!]
Chu Qing Ning: [Lin Can told me last night he was going to buy a Bentley.]
Ai Re: [Lin Can is tall, handsome, rich, and loves you, sister, he tells you everything. What kind of life is Chu Qing Ning living? I want to find a little brother like Lin Can to bully!]
Chu Qing Ning: [Get that idea out of your head (showing off).]
Ai Re: [What are you showing off about? If I can't find one, I'll steal your Lin Can!]
Qiao Meina: [Ai Re, buy a plane ticket straight to Yang'an, first force yourself on him, cook the rice, and make Chu Qing Ning mad (laughs).]
Miao Youxi: [Steal, steal, steal! I love watching my girlfriends fight (laughs).]
After their trip to the Western Region, the four women returned to their homes scattered across the country and gathered in their girlfriend group to chat.
Of course, their talks were all about secrets shared between close friends—nothing off-limits. But in reality, none of them were the kind of women who would do things casually. It was just playful banter.
Three women made a show, and with four women, every day was a drama.
Meanwhile, at the Bentley store's VIP lounge.
Lin Can swiped his card and paid 6.39 million for the Bentley Continental GT.
"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment. I'll send someone to register the car and handle the plates. Please wait."
"Thank you."
The sales manager excitedly left. Looking at the time, it had only been 15 minutes since Lin Can entered the store and made the purchase.
Boys buy things cleanly and decisively according to their abilities.
As for the car's performance, comfort, acceleration, and so on, when you're at the level of purchasing power like this, personal preference is the most important. The rest is secondary.
For the rich, it's just a toy, and they don't buy just one car, right?
Yang Wuluo sat quietly next to him, witnessing everything, shattering her fragile worldview—life for the rich, their toys, are more than I, an ordinary citizen, could earn in a lifetime, or even two.
Yang Wuluo didn't have any rich second-generation friends, let alone one at this level of wealth. The term "rich second generation" was something she had learned about online, mostly with negative connotations: flirtatious, arrogant, reckless...
Lin Can was different.
He had good grades, was friendly to his classmates, and ever since she met him, he had been attentive and considerate, which really touched her.
Lin Can put down the car purchase contract and looked at Yang Wuluo. "Why aren't you talking?"
"I... I didn't expect you to be so rich."
Yang Wuluo's hands were intertwined nervously on her lap.
Actually, when someone she knew, who had an ordinary family like hers, turned out to be a super-rich second generation, she felt a bit disappointed and distant.
After all, ordinary people and super-rich people live in completely different worlds.
Rich people can mix with ordinary people.
Ordinary people can't match the rich.
"Here..." Lin Can handed her a beautiful little pendant. "It's a gift from the store. You can use it as a keychain."
"No need, no need."
"Why be polite?"
Lin Can directly put it in her hand.
"Thank you."
Yang Wuluo held the pendant.
Money is a good thing. With money, all the complicated procedures become simple. Half an hour later, the freshly made license plate was attached to the GT.
The sales manager handed over the keys. "Mr. Lin, here are your keys. Thank you for choosing Bentley."
Lin Can took the keys. "Let's go." He stood up, took Yang Wuluo's hand, and left the store under the envious eyes of the staff, heading towards the brand-new navy blue Bentley Continental GT parked outside.
He opened the passenger seat and made a gesture for her to get in.
Yang Wuluo hesitated for two seconds, nodded, and got in. She could feel all the female sales staff behind her were envious.
Lin Can returned to the driver's seat, closed the door, buckled his seatbelt, started the GT, and gently pressed the accelerator. Under the staff's bowing farewell, the navy blue car merged into the street and disappeared at the end.
The wine-red interior of the car exuded luxury.
This was Yang Wuluo's first time sitting in a multi-million-dollar supercar, and she felt quite awkward.
"Lin Can."
"What's up?" Lin Can glanced at her in the passenger seat.
"This..." Yang Wuluo took out a sachet from her bag. "This is a sachet I bought. It can ward off mosquitoes and act as a perfume. You can hang it in the car to remove the new car smell. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you as a gift for taking the car."
Lin Can looked at the sachet in her small hands. "I don't mind. Just put it in the center console."
"Mm."
Yang Wuluo sighed in relief, feeling that Lin Can was still approachable and didn't have the arrogance of a rich second generation.
"Lin Can, where are we going?"
"Let's go eat hot pot."
"No, no, no, let's eat something better. Hot pot isn't suitable."
"There's nothing wrong with it. I like hot pot."
"Oh~"
Yang Wuluo understood that he didn't want her to spend money, so he was driving a 6 million-dollar Bentley to eat hot pot.
Lin Can's seemingly insignificant, but genuinely thoughtful gestures really struck a chord with girls.
At the traffic light.
On the bus, exhausted office workers looked through the window and saw the navy blue Bentley slowly stop in the adjacent lane. Sighing, they thought, "That's just how life is."
Then they saw the beautiful girl sitting in the passenger seat. Sure enough, the passenger seat in a rich second generation's luxury car must have a beautiful girl. This too was just life.
They felt both envious and wistful, imagining the carefree life of the rich second generation, living without worries about money, fully enjoying the luxurious lifestyle money brings.
The red light turned green.
The bus turned left, taking a car full of white-collar workers to the financial street, to work hard and make money for the rich.
The Bentley Continental GT turned right, taking the rich and the beautiful girl to the food street to enjoy life.
Society is a bitch, only bowing to the wealthy.