49: Chapter 49 Sun Yiyao: Brother Qi, take me to the hotel!

Jingyuan Residential Complex.

The old walk-up apartment had terrible soundproofing; occasionally, the sounds of neighbors stir-frying dishes and children crying drifted into the hallway.

Sun Yiyao sat on the old sofa, its artificial leather cracked and peeling, her legs pressed together, breathing very softly.

Her gaze was fixed intently on the shabby coffee table in front of her.

It was piled high with items.

A traditional gold "peace pendant" worth a million, heavy gold bracelets, and gold rings.

A Jaeger-LeCoultre perpetual calendar watch worth over a hundred thousand, as well as several shopping bags printed with luxury logos.

Altogether, these items were worth nearly two million.

When checking out of the St. Regis Hotel at noon today, Zhang Qi was not there, and he didn't reply to her WeChat messages.

Sun Yiyao didn't dare leave these valuables at the hotel front desk, so she took it upon herself to take a taxi and move everything back to this old, dilapidated rental apartment that Zhang Qi had previously rented.

To be honest.

Looking at this pile of glittering, liquid assets that could be cashed in at any moment, she did have some wicked thoughts.

Two million.

This money was enough for her to return to her hometown, buy a large house in full, and then comfortably lie flat for several years.

But this thought only survived in her mind for less than three seconds before she ruthlessly extinguished it herself.

"Run away with the money?"

That was something only an idiot would do.

That man had spent over two million yesterday at The MixC without even blinking.

To him, these two million were merely a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Qi was the only one who could truly change her destiny.

If she ruined her bright future for this petty profit, how would she be any different from her blind and incredibly stupid cousin, Sun Qianwen?

A truly smart person knows how to choose.

So, Sun Yiyao resisted the temptation that made her heart race and, like a diligent miser, stood guard by this pile of items, not leaving them for even a step.

Zhang Qi had just replied to her message, saying he would be over soon.

Sun Yiyao felt a slight sense of relief, but she was still a bit anxious.

This kind of old residential complex was a mixed bag of people, without even a proper security gate; guarding so much money alone, she instinctively felt afraid.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming upstairs drifted from outside the door.

Sun Yiyao's delicate body instantly tensed up, and her hands subconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.

Not until she heard the crisp sound of the lock turning did her hanging heart finally settle back into her chest.

Only Zhang Qi and she could enter this apartment.

As for her cousin Sun Qianwen, after being humiliated by her in the family WeChat group yesterday, she had lost all face; even if she were given ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare come back to invite further humiliation.

The heavy security door was pushed open.

Zhang Qi's tall figure appeared at the doorway.

Sun Yiyao immediately stood up and quickly walked over to greet him.

"Brother Qi, you're back."

Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying obvious fawning and reliance.

Zhang Qi closed the door, his gaze falling on Sun Yiyao, his eyes lighting up slightly.

Sun Yiyao was not wearing that slightly mature red wine sales professional attire today.

She had changed into a set of casual clothes that fit her figure extremely well.

On her upper body was a pure white tight-fitting knitted short-sleeve top; the fabric was highly elastic, outlining her full and proud curves vividly.

On her lower body, she paired it with high-waisted, light blue wide-leg jeans.

This kind of outfit was a real test of one's figure; it not only elongated her leg proportions but also completely highlighted her amazing waist-to-hip ratio.

Coupled with the fact that she was only in her early twenties and her face was full of collagen, with just a touch of makeup, she exuded an air of youthful beauty intertwined with pure desire.

Zhang Qi's gaze moved past her to look at the pile of untouched valuables on the coffee table.

He nodded inwardly.

With so many valuables, it must have been difficult for a weak woman to move them such a long distance.

More importantly, Sun Yiyao had passed the test.

Those gold bars and gold pendants could be cashed in at any gold shop, but she hadn't touched a single thing, obediently staying here to wait for him.

This woman was not only beautiful but also clear-headed, knowing what she should want and what she shouldn't touch.

"You've worked hard today."

Zhang Qi reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his tone gentle.

Sun Yiyao felt a surge of joy upon hearing these words.

She knew she had done the right thing.

She threw herself directly into Zhang Qi's arms, her hands tightly wrapping around Zhang Qi's neck, wishing she could knead her entire delicate body into his.

"It wasn't hard work."

She looked up, her watery peach-blossom eyes filled with deep affection.

"As long as I can help Brother Qi, I'll do anything."

Zhang Qi lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.

Having such soft, warm beauty in his arms was truly pleasing.

The two of them lingered in the narrow entryway for a moment.

"Alright, take the things and come with me."

Zhang Qi let go and patted her back.

"Okay, Brother Qi."

Sun Yiyao replied obediently and turned to tidy up the things on the coffee table.

Zhang Qi also walked over and casually picked up the heavy bag containing the gold.

The two of them carried the large and small bags, walking down the dim staircase.

As soon as Sun Yiyao walked out of the stairwell, her gaze was firmly captured by a steel beast parked in the open space ahead.

It was a brand-new porsche 911 convertible sports car.

Its highly aggressive streamlined body and special matte gray paint shimmered with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

The car sat low to the ground; its four massive sports wheels and black soft-top convertible exuded a strong scent of money.

Parked in the dilapidated environment of Jingyuan Residential Complex, this car stood out like a crane in a flock of chickens, filled with an extremely strong visual dissonance.

Several passersby, older men and women, were already pointing and whispering nearby.

Sun Yiyao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

The lethality of luxury cars to women is often even greater than that of luxury handbags.

She subconsciously reached for the phone in her pocket, having an urge to take a picture immediately.

But she quickly suppressed this thought.

She was Zhang Qi's woman now, and following Zhang Qi in the future, she would definitely have the chance to sit in the passenger seat of a sports car.

Taking a picture here at this time would simply be embarrassing Zhang Qi!

Just as she was letting her mind wander.

Zhang Qi, walking in front, pulled a highly textured car key from his pocket.

He pressed it lightly with his finger.

Beep, beep.

A crisp unlocking sound rang out.

The porsche 911's iconic frog-eye headlights instantly lit up, still extremely dazzling in the daylight.

Sun Yiyao froze in place.

Carrying several bags of luxury clothes in her hands, her eyes widened like copper bells, and she looked at Zhang Qi in utter disbelief.

She suddenly realized that it seemed she didn't have to wait for the future.

"Brother Qi..."

Sun Yiyao's voice was trembling.

"Is this... the car you just picked up?"

She had been carrying a pile of things downstairs, and her arms were already a bit sore.

But at this moment, she felt full of strength all over, and the excitement on her face couldn't be hidden at all.

"Yeah, just picked it up today."

Zhang Qi nodded in a flat tone.

He walked to the front of the car and reached out to open the front trunk.

The sports car had a rear engine, so the storage space was in the front.

Zhang Qi put the gold in his hand inside and turned to look at Sun Yiyao, who was still standing there foolishly.

"Come over and put the things in. Aren't you tired of holding them like that?"

Sun Yiyao woke up from her trance.

She took small, quick steps, even running over a bit clumsily.

She carefully stuffed the luxury bags in her hands into the front trunk, fearing they might get bumped or damaged.

Zhang Qi closed the hood, opened the car door, and sat in the driver's seat.

Sun Yiyao followed closely, walked around to the other side, opened the passenger door, and sat in.

The car door closed.

It blocked out the curious gazes of the older men and women outside.

Sun Yiyao sat on the low leather sports seat, feeling that intense sense of being enveloped.

The carbon fiber interior panels, the exquisite mechanical buttons, and that large Porsche logo on the center console.

Everything exuded an aura of luxury and money.

She turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Zhang Qi sitting in the driver's seat.

Zhang Qi held the steering wheel with one hand, his expression calm, as if driving such a two-million-plus sports car was just a mundane, trivial matter.

Sun Yiyao felt a moment of trance in her mind.

She suddenly felt that her life had changed too quickly, so fast that it felt like an unreal dream.

Just two days ago, she was still a bottom-tier worker worrying about a few thousand yuan in rent, being bossed around by her supervisor in a red wine specialty store.

But now.

She had stayed in a luxury suite at the St. Regis Hotel costing over twenty thousand per night.

She had drunk romanée-conti costing tens of thousands per bottle.

She had used a top-of-the-line Apple full set worth over forty thousand.

She had Chanel bags and also possessed expensive gold jewelry.

Now, she was even sitting in the passenger seat of this brand-new Porsche sports car.

Not only that.

Because of those astronomical red wine orders yesterday, the usually acerbic and mean supervisor was now as polite to her as a grandson.

And in the family WeChat group, she had become the object of flattery and envy for all her relatives.

That cousin, Sun Qianwen, who once attacked her wantonly, could now only hide in a corner in impotent rage, becoming the laughingstock of the whole family.

It could be said that her life had undergone earth-shaking changes in these short two days.

And all of this was bestowed upon her by the man in front of her.

Sun Yiyao was very clear about her position.

She was not an idiot like Sun Qianwen who would eat meat upon picking up the bowl and curse her mother upon putting down the chopsticks.

She knew how to be grateful, and she knew even better that everything she currently possessed was built on the premise of Zhang Qi being happy.

Zhang Qi could lift her to the heavens, and he could also kick her back into the mud with one foot.

She had no prominent family background, no extraordinary abilities.

The only chips she had to repay Zhang Qi, the only chips she could use to exchange for this wealth and glory.

Was only herself.

This young, beautiful, and vibrant body was her most powerful weapon.

The car interior was very quiet.

Zhang Qi pressed the start button.

The flat-six engine let out a low, deep roar, and the vibration traveled through the seat to her whole body.

Sun Yiyao felt her own body heating up along with this roar.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward slightly.

That exquisite face leaned close to Zhang Qi's ear, her breath like orchids.

"Brother Qi, take me to the hotel."

"I... miss you!"

Her voice was very low, carrying a seductive charm that made one's bones go soft, and undisguised desire.

Zhang Qi turned his head to look at her.

Sun Yiyao bit her rosy lower lip, her peach-blossom eyes swimming with watery light, full of submissiveness waiting to be picked.

Zhang Qi curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

He shifted into drive with his right hand and stepped on the accelerator.

The matte gray porsche 911 let out a violent roar, like a beast released from a cage, driving out of the dilapidated gates of Jingyuan Residential Complex and merging into the wide traffic of Shenzhen.