151: Chapter 152 Showing Off Meets the Real Deal
An Xin watched this scene silently from the parking lot, pulling out his phone to record the intimate moment between Wei Xiaoyan and Guo Tianwei.
What kind of gift do you want?
Other boys have received a 1314 transfer from their girlfriends, and I want to receive a red envelope like that too.
Guo Tianwei was very calculating; he said he wanted a 1314 transfer, but didn't specify how much money that 1314 was.
In order to pursue Guo Tianwei, Wei Xiaoyan transferred 1,314 yuan to him directly.
Big sister, isn't this transfer a bit too much? Other girls only transfer 13.41 to their boyfriends.
I already said, I promised to give you a gift, how could I be stingy on your birthday! I can earn money; I'm a college student too, and I've always been doing part-time jobs.
Wei Shufen was really trying hard to maintain her persona.
The blonde-haired guy received the transfer and smiled sweetly.
An Xin watched the blonde guy succeed and let out a sneer of disdain.
Is that all the tricks he has?
He spent half the day using his car just to scam a thousand yuan?
This blonde guy is way too pathetic.
An Xin lost his patience watching the blonde guy act.
He took out his car keys, stepped out from behind the wall, and pressed the button.
The locks on the bugatti veyron disengaged, and the lights lit up.
Son, who is this woman?
The blonde guy never expected that he would run into the owner of the luxury car so quickly while using it to pick up girls.
The car owner was a young man in his twenties.
Wei Xiaoyan's gaze towards Guo Tianwei became a bit strange.
Could he and An Xin have that kind of relationship?
An Xin noticed the strange expression on Wei Shufen's face, and his face darkened.
Dad, that's just a friend I just met.
This blonde guy was truly shameless; An Xin had just called him 'son' offhandedly, and this kid actually dared to agree just to pick up a girl.
Kid, you don't actually think that because I called you son, I'd really give you a Bugatti, do you? Why don't you take a look in the mirror? Do you look like someone worthy of such a luxury car? Get lost, stay away from my car, and don't get it dirty.
An Xin's gaze was cold, completely devoid of any emotion.
An Xin's ruthless demeanor made Wei Xiaoyan realize that she had been deceived by this man.
This guy was not a rich second-generation heir at all.
He was just a real loser with dyed blonde hair.
Wei Xiaoyan's look at the blonde guy changed as well.
This isn't your car?
Big sister, how can love be described by material things? Although I don't have a bugatti veyron, I have other vehicles to take you for a ride!
Guo Tianwei took out the keys to his 'Ghost Fire' scooter.
This scooter cost 40,000 yuan.
Being in his early twenties, having a 'Ghost Fire' wasn't easy.
Wei Xiaoyan glanced at Guo Tianwei's vehicle with disdain.
She didn't look at this piece of junk at all.
You're just a scammer, give me my money back. If you don't return it, I'm calling the police.
The amount was under 3,000, so they wouldn't open a case.
The blonde guy wasn't afraid of Wei Xiaoyan at all.
Go ahead and call the police, this was a voluntary gift. I didn't scam you; if you weren't trying to climb the social ladder and dreaming, would you have transferred money to me? Who are you trying to fool?
The puppy-like smile on the blonde guy's face completely vanished, replaced by the mask of a vicious wolf.
Wei Xiaoyan was unnerved by that gaze.
She looked at An Xin helplessly.
Wei Xiaoyan never imagined that the owner of the Bugatti she wanted to pursue was An Xin.
Brother-in-law, we're all family. This person is bullying me, can you please help me...
Sorry, I don't have any relatives like you.
An Xin dodged Wei Xiaoyan's hand as she tried to pull his sleeve, swung his long legs into the car, sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and blasted Wei Xiaoyan with car exhaust.
He left Wei Xiaoyan alone in the underground parking lot to deal with the blonde guy.
Heh, you're not a good thing either. You try to latch onto every man you see. If you don't want what happened today to spread all over the streets, give me another sum of money, otherwise...
Guo Tianwei gripped Wei Xiaoyan's chin tightly; under absolute force, Wei Xiaoyan gave up struggling.
Wei Xiaoyan took out her phone and transferred another 1,000 yuan to Guo Tianwei.
Having gotten the money, Guo Tianwei put on his helmet and coolly left the underground garage.
Wei Xiaoyan angrily threw her bag on the ground, crouched down, and covered her head while crying.
Meanwhile at the Gao residence, Gao Qilan stood in the study with a blushing face.
How far have you and An Xin progressed?
We've done everything that people in love do. We took precautions, so I won't get pregnant. Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I know I was too impulsive. An Xin is just too outstanding, it was shameless of me, I couldn't control myself.
Gao Qilan nervously clutched her skirt.
Her father poked Gao Qilan's forehead in frustration.
You fool, since things have already reached this point, we should have a child.
Gao Qilan was stunned; she didn't expect her parents to be more anxious than she was.
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An Xin's bugatti veyron drove out of the residential complex and headed towards Mingyue Pavilion.
To make Mingyue Pavilion famous, An Xin had put a lot of effort into it.
He found Designers, hired celebrities, and attended the Paris Fashion Show.
It had been nearly half a year, and it was time to come to Mingyue Pavilion to inspect the results of this period.
An Xin disguised himself as a customer and came to Mingyue Pavilion.
The newly hired Waiter greeted An Xin enthusiastically and led him to the waiting hall.
Sir, Mingyue Pavilion has been overwhelmed with orders recently. You need to queue up and get a number for the offline lucky draw. Here is your number tag. These are snacks provided by our shop. Please forgive us for any lack of hospitality.
The Waiter's attitude was very humble, and An Xin glanced at the snacks on the coffee table.
He was very satisfied with the current service at Mingyue Pavilion.
Hmm.
An Xin took the number tag; An Xin's number was 372.
It was 11:00 AM now; in just one morning, Mingyue Pavilion had already served so many people.
It seems the marketing during this period hadn't been in vain.
His trip to Paris hadn't been for nothing.
An Xin queued for fifteen minutes before it was his turn.
The lucky draw props had also been upgraded, including a spinning wheel, a fortune stick box, and golden eggs to smash.
An Xin tried ten rounds of every lucky draw activity.
An Xin's luck was good; he drew two private customizations.
The rich people looked at An Xin enviously.
This man was so rich and had such good luck.
They had already spent 200,000 on the lucky draw and still hadn't drawn a private customization.
This man just tried the activities once and drew a private customization, twice at that.
The Scalpers outside had already driven the price of Mingyue Pavilion's private customization vouchers up to 1.5 million each.
A man wearing glasses walked up to An Xin.
Brother, are you transferring this private customization voucher? I'm willing to pay 500,000.
Handsome Guy, sell it to me, I'm willing to pay 1,000,000.
I'll pay 1.5 million, the Scalper's highest price. I'm not in the business of reselling; I just want to have a custom dress made for my mother. She's old and has never worn a wedding dress. She's someone who has endured hardship.
A bald middle-aged man hurriedly shouted out the sky-high price.
Are you really going to make a wedding dress for your mother?
Yes. My mother is ninety-seven this year. She doesn't have much time left, and I don't want her to have any regrets.
To prove his innocence, the man hurriedly made a video call to his mother.
An old lady with graying hair wearing a cardigan appeared on the phone screen.