83: Chapter 83 Thank Him for Saving My Life

Song Yuan followed Ji City inside. The interior was decorated in a Chinese style, and perhaps President Ji enjoyed collecting, as there were some antiques displayed in the hall.

Song Yuan handed him the tea he brought.

"President Ji, this tea was harvested from my friend's own tea plantation. Please have a taste."

President Ji had no airs of a CEO and directly instructed the servant,

"Go and brew some now!"

Madam Ji was just supervising the auntie at home cutting watermelon and walked out when she heard voices from outside.

"Song Yuan is here. It's good enough that you came to visit; why bring anything!"

Song Yuan greeted her warmly,

"How is Madam Ji's health? Have you recovered these past few days?"

Madam Ji sighed,

"This is an old problem of mine. It's just this naturally allergic constitution. Usually, if I'm careful, it's fine, but I'm afraid of encountering allergens in unfamiliar environments. It was really fortunate to have you that day!"

"Madam Ji is too polite. I just happened to be passing by. Anyone would have helped."

Madam Ji motioned for the servant to bring over the cut, chilled watermelon.

"You're not much older than my daughter. Don't keep calling me Madam Ji. Just call me Auntie; that's more familiar.

If you keep calling me Madam Ji, I might just call you my savior.

Come, eat some watermelon!"

Madam Ji's words made everyone laugh, and Song Yuan readily agreed,

"Thank you, Auntie."

Ji City sat down beside him.

"You cool off first. I'll take you to the underground garage later."

Song Yuan hadn't quite grasped the deeper meaning of President Ji's words until he finished a piece of watermelon, and President Ji stood up from the sofa.

"Liya, bring all the car keys. We're going now."

Song Liya smiled,

"I've already prepared them."

Song Yuan, looking bewildered, was led by the couple to the underground garage.

Ji City fanned out dozens of car keys in his hand.

"Song Yuan, take a look and pick whichever one you like. Besides that blue Pagani, which is my daughter's, you can pick any of the others."

Song Yuan looked shocked. What… what did this mean?

Was this big shot going to give him a car?

He casually glanced around. The Ji family's underground garage was practically a small parking lot, and among the dozens of cars parked there, none he saw were worth less than a million.

It had almost every type of car, and there was even a Bugatti that was a limited edition released two years ago, which you couldn't necessarily buy even with money.

Song Yuan, uncharacteristically, swallowed hard, experiencing for the first time a direct sense of wealth.

So many luxury cars, it would be hard to see them all at once even on television, right?

President Ji's words pulled his thoughts back.

"How about we test drive one first?"

Song Yuan waved his hand, refusing,

"President Ji, this isn't appropriate!"

Ji City had guessed that Song Yuan wouldn't easily accept his thank-you gift, which was why he hadn't mentioned giving him a gift at the Internet Conference that day, only saying they would have a simple meal.

"Song Yuan, this is just my wife and I expressing our gratitude to you. If you refuse like this, it will make me feel that my wife's life is not worth a broken car!"

Song Yuan was choked. Ji City actually used the term 'broken car' to describe those treasures. He felt heartache for those luxury cars.

The temptation before him was great enough, but ever since he was little, Tao Yulian had taught him not to accept overly expensive gifts from others, because he couldn't bear the human sentiment behind the gifts.

"President Ji, this is too valuable. I cannot accept it. If you insist on thanking me, why not invest in the project? Then I'd definitely shamelessly accept!"

Song Liya had been listening for a while and couldn't help but interject,

"These cars just collect dust sitting here. We only regularly drive a few of them. No matter how expensive something is, if it's not used, its value isn't realized.

Just consider it an ordinary means of transportation, and take one away to help us lighten our burden."

The couple's sincerity was overwhelming, making Song Yuan feel a bit awkward.

He had merely helped someone on a whim and wasn't so pretentious as to demand thanks.

"President Ji, Madam Ji, this... I really cannot accept it. Thank you for your kindness. That day was truly just a small effort on my part. You don't need to keep it in your hearts."

Ji City chuckled.

"Then how about this? Consider it a loan. You can drive one away, and when you don't want to drive it anymore, just send it back."

He observed Song Yuan's gaze and pointed to the Bugatti.

"Let's go with that Bugatti. If you refuse again, we won't be able to do business."

He found a compromise and had already unclipped the Bugatti's key from the chain.

This time, Song Yuan did not decline and accepted the big shot's gratitude.

Back upstairs, Ji City pulled Song Yuan into a game of chess, while also sampling the tea Song Yuan had brought, and they discussed the current economic situation.

The two talked about everything from investment to financial management.

Song Yuan used to have no financial management habits; all his money was kept in his card.

Ji City mysteriously recommended a stock to him, and Song Yuan silently made a note of it.

Dinner was quite lavish, specially prepared by a chef hired from a five-star hotel. During the meal, they chatted about everyday topics, and Song Yuan felt completely relaxed.

Before coming, he had thought they would discuss work-related matters, but Ji City didn't mention a single word. This invitation to his home was purely to thank him for saving his life.

After dinner, Song Yuan bid farewell to President Ji and his wife. He drove away in the Bugatti, with them watching, while President Ji sent his own driver to drive Song Yuan's car back for him.

It was Song Yuan's first time touching a car of this price, and sitting inside felt surreal.

Gu Shiyu's company was working overtime today, so Song Yuan decided to pick her up from work.

He drove the car to the park where the Hengyue Building was located. Usually, he would temporarily park his car on the roadside when he came over, but today he found a parking space. After parking, he went to wait for Shiyu at the building's entrance.

Song Yuan sent a message to Gu Shiyu,

【Wife, I'm here to pick you up. You can come downstairs when you're done with work.】

He was scrolling on his phone when a sarcastic voice came from behind him,

"Oh, isn't this Song Yuan, the number one simp in the country? What, still waiting for Lin Xueyao?"

Xiao Nianchen had found out that Gu Shiyu was at the company today, and he came to try his luck to see if this 'demoness' would grace him with her presence for dinner.

He almost burst out laughing when he saw Song Yuan standing downstairs. After Song Yuan pulled off that marriage stunt, he had actually thought highly of this simp, believing he had finally amounted to something.

But...

He only stood firm that one time. It had only been a few days, and he was back to simping again?

It seemed the label of 'simp' was ingrained in his genes, unchangeable for life. How pathetic.

Song Yuan frowned at him and retorted using Xiao Nianchen's own words,

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Nianchen, the number one cuckold in the country? What, did you just become a daddy?"

Xiao Nianchen was enraged by Song Yuan's single sentence,

"Song Yuan, you, who are you calling a cuckold? Lin Xueyao and I were firsts for each other! Do you want me to tell you about our first time?"

Song Yuan was suddenly at a loss. This...!

"Xiao Nianchen, you don't actually think Lin Xueyao was a first for you, do you?"

He really hadn't expected that this cuckold was actually so pure.