34: Chapter 34 Porsche Center

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the St. Regis Hotel Presidential Suite, casting dappled light and shadows across the carpet.

Zhang Qi opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He turned his head to look at the other side of the large bed.

Sun Yiyao was still fast asleep.

Half of her face was buried in the soft pillow, her breathing even and long.

On her exquisite and charming face, the flush from last night's madness still lingered.

There was even a trace of undried tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

This woman was truly exhausted last night.

Zhang Qi leaned against the headboard, savoring the memories of last night's debauchery.

From that bathtub filled with milk, to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then to this two-meter-wide bed.

Sun Yiyao had displayed flexibility and cooperation that were hard for ordinary people to imagine.

It must be said, this woman was much prettier than his ex-girlfriend Sun Qianwen, and her figure was even more superb.

Most importantly, she was proactive enough.

That kind of proactiveness, where she was willing to put aside all status and dignity just to please you, brought a joy that was indescribable in words.

Only by experiencing it firsthand could one truly understand what the ultimate enjoyment meant.

Zhang Qi even felt that he had lived his life like a dog before.

When he was a simp, even holding hands depended on Sun Qianwen's mood.

But now, his ex-girlfriend's high-and-mighty pretty cousin had directly become his private possession, available at his beck and call.

Sure enough, there are no aloof goddesses in this world, only bank balances that aren't "hard" enough.

Zhang Qi lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After tossing and turning until late last night, if it were in the past, he would definitely be suffering from back pain and unable to get out of bed today.

But now, the two points of Physique rewarded by the system had played a huge role.

Although he wouldn't turn into a superman, his overall physical fitness had improved significantly.

Even waking up the woman on the bed now for a few more rounds would be completely effortless.

But he didn't do that.

He walked into the bathroom to wash up and put on the high-end custom suit he had just bought yesterday, worth over a hundred thousand.

He put on that Vacheron Constantin Overseas on his wrist.

He looked at himself in the mirror; his attire was appropriate, and his demeanor was composed.

It was as if he had become a completely different person from the ordinary wage earner he used to be.

And with the change in his appearance, Zhang Qi's inner thoughts were also changing.

Once, all he wanted was to have a girlfriend, get married, and live a plain life with a wife and kids.

For this goal, he could be a humble simp.

But now... after enjoying a stunner like Sun Yiyao, not only did he not feel satisfied, but he felt it was still far from enough...

Today, he had an appointment with Su Ran to look at cars.

In terms of looks, figure, and temperament, Su Ran and Sun Yiyao were about the same; both could be considered goddess-level beauties.

She was very sensible and proactive; she even sent a message this morning.

The way she looked in her professional attire after arriving at the company was quite charming...

Zhang Qi straightened his cuffs and walked out of the bathroom.

Sun Yiyao on the large bed happened to turn over and opened her eyes groggily.

The thin silk quilt slid down.

Large swaths of snow-white, delicate skin were exposed to the air.

That proud fullness and deep cleavage were dazzlingly white in the morning light.

Zhang Qi's gaze fell on them involuntarily; he admired them openly without any concealment.

Sun Yiyao rubbed her eyes, still a bit groggy.

But when she saw that Zhang Qi was dressed formally and was clearly preparing to go out, any remaining sleepiness instantly vanished.

She sat up abruptly.

"Brother Qi, are you going out?"

Sun Yiyao's voice carried obvious panic.

She didn't even care about being exposed, clutching the sheets tightly and looking at Zhang Qi with trepidation.

"Yes, I'm going out."

Zhang Qi's tone was flat, with no intention of explaining where he was going.

Sun Yiyao felt a bit shy under Zhang Qi's direct gaze and instinctively wanted to pull up the quilt to cover herself.

But she forcibly restrained this urge.

She bit her rosy lower lip, her voice trembling.

"Then... won't you take me with you?"

Yesterday, she had dominated in the family group chat, slapping her own sister Sun Qianwen in the face, and enjoying the sycophancy of all her relatives.

All of this confidence came entirely from Zhang Qi.

If Zhang Qi dumped her and walked away heartlessly.

Then she would definitely become the laughingstock of the whole family, and she wouldn't even be able to stay in Shenzhen.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury back to frugality.

Having witnessed the grand gesture of spending over two million in one day, her worldview and consumption habits had already changed.

She was now filled with the fear of loss.

"No."

Zhang Qi answered crisply.

These two words were like a basin of ice water poured directly over Sun Yiyao's head.

Sun Yiyao instantly felt as if her heart had turned to ash.

She felt like a concubine in an ancient imperial harem who had just been favored for one night; before she could secure her position, she had been cast into the cold palace.

"I..."

Sun Yiyao's eyes reddened, and tears began to well up.

Zhang Qi looked at her pitiful appearance, his heart as clear as a mirror.

He knew exactly what this woman was thinking.

He didn't lean in to say sweet nothings like he used to do when coaxing his ex-girlfriend.

Instead, he leisurely took out that brand-new Huawei tri-fold phone from his pocket.

He opened WeChat and found Sun Yiyao's chat box.

He entered the amount.

He entered the payment password.

Ding.

The phone Sun Yiyao had placed on the bedside table chimed.

She subconsciously picked up the phone and glanced at the screen.

WeChat Transfer: 20,000.00 Yuan.

Sun Yiyao was stunned.

Zhang Qi put away his phone and looked down at her from a high position.

"I transferred 20,000 yuan to you as pocket money."

"I have things to do now; arrange your own time."

"When I'm free, I will send you a message to come and accompany me."

Zhang Qi's words were very blunt, without any concealment; this was the attitude of a benefactor toward a kept canary.

But to Sun Yiyao's ears, these words sounded like music.

She was a smart woman.

Zhang Qi didn't give her any promises about the future, nor did he mention any status as boyfriend and girlfriend.

He even clearly stated that she could only appear when he needed her.

This was clearly being a kept woman.

But so what?

Twenty thousand yuan in pocket money was sitting solidly in her WeChat balance.

This was worth the commission she earned from working hard selling red wine for several months.

Moreover, Zhang Qi also said he would look for her in the future.

This meant she hadn't fallen out of favor; she was still a woman by Zhang Qi's side.

As long as she was obedient and compliant enough, such benefits would definitely not be lacking in the future.

"Th-thank you, Brother Qi."

Sun Yiyao smiled through her tears.

Although her smile carried a bit of the sorrow and reluctance of being a woman, her body was honest as she clicked "Accept Transfer."

She knew her position now.

Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't interfere with what shouldn't be interfered with.

Being a vase and a bed partner who is always on call is enough.

Zhang Qi watched her accept the money and nodded with satisfaction.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

What he lacked least right now was money.

Sun Yiyao was obedient and proactive enough, so he was willing to spend some money to keep this stunner.

Zhang Qi turned and left the room.

The moment the door closed, Sun Yiyao completely collapsed on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Qi took the elevator to the hotel's executive lounge.

The breakfast at the St. Regis Hotel was extremely sumptuous, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, with all kinds of high-end ingredients available.

Zhang Qi casually took some bacon, fried eggs, and a few pieces of exquisite pastries, and poured himself a cup of black coffee.

He sat down by the window and ate slowly and methodically.

Actually, he could have ordered several thousand yuan worth of top-tier takeout and taken advantage of the system's double cashback.

But breakfast was too cheap, and he couldn't be bothered to go through the trouble.

Today, he had an appointment with Su Ran to look at cars at the Porsche Center.

Just picking a Panamera would cost over two million on the road.

When he swiped his card, four or five million in cashback would arrive directly; wouldn't that be more satisfying than struggling over a breakfast here?

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Qi wiped his mouth with a napkin.

He stood up and headed straight downstairs.

Walking outside the hotel lobby, he took out his phone and hailed a luxury ride-hailing car.

Within a few minutes, a black Maybach pulled up steadily at the hotel entrance.

Zhang Qi discovered that luxury ride-hailing drivers seemed to have a mysterious obsession with Maybachs.

However, this car was indeed spacious and comfortable to sit in, and the chassis was as stable as if it were gliding on flat ground.

The driver, wearing a white shirt and white gloves, respectfully got out of the car to open the rear door for him.

Zhang Qi sat inside, and the car started smoothly, merging into the rolling traffic of Shenzhen's morning rush hour.

Leaning against the soft leather seat, he watched the city streetscape receding continuously outside the window.

The bus stops by the roadside were crowded with rushing office workers.

Some were holding steamed buns and fried dough sticks in their hands, while others were looking at their watches and peering anxiously.

The Maybach sped all the way along the wide asphalt road.

More than half an hour later.

The car slowly decelerated and turned into a wide frontage road.

Ahead, a huge glass building with a distinct modern industrial style appeared in his field of vision.

On the exterior wall of the building, that highly recognizable Porsche crest shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

The driver stepped on the brakes steadily, parking the car in front of the impressive gate of the Porsche Center.