11: Chapter 11 Zhao Yaqin: Fortunately

Zhao Yaqin pointed at the car, her fingers trembling.

"This... this is your car?"

"Yeah."

Wang Yang nodded, smiling lightly.

Zhao Yaqin's legs went weak.

She walked around the car, eyes wide, mouth agape, unable to speak for a long time.

During the day, when Wang Yang said he was going to run errands, she thought it was just ordinary business.

In the evening, when he said he was coming to pick her up, she thought it would be by taxi or bus.

But Zhao Yaqin never expected him to come pick her up in a car like this.

This car looked expensive as hell.

"Xiao Yang, this car... how much did it cost?"

Zhao Yaqin's voice trembled.

Wang Yang smiled.

"Two million on the road."

Two million.

Zhao Yaqin's legs went weak, almost sitting on the ground.

Wang Yang quickly steadied her, laughing uncontrollably.

"Careful."

Zhao Yaqin held his arm, taking a long time to recover.

She remembered yesterday.

Yesterday, Wang Yang still lived in that dilapidated rental with peeling walls.

He only had a few hundred yuan in his pocket, was dumped by her daughter, and humiliated in public.

Today, he stands before her, driving a two-million-yuan luxury car.

Zhao Yaqin looked up at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Xiao Yang, how did you... how did you suddenly..."

She couldn't even speak clearly.

Wang Yang looked at her and reached out to gently wipe the corner of her eye.

"Sister Yaqin, I've actually always had money. I was just pretending."

Zhao Yaqin was stunned.

Wang Yang's voice was very soft.

"I didn't want to show off before; I wanted to live an ordinary life. But later I realized that with some people, if you don't show your wealth, they bully you. They look down on you, trample on you, and call you a poor loser."

He paused.

"I don't want to pretend anymore."

Zhao Yaqin looked at him.

Looking at this man who was almost twenty years younger than her, an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

There was shock, heartache, pride, and also... fortune.

Zhao Yaqin thought of Liu Qian.

She thought of her own daughter who valued wealth over people.

If Liu Qian hadn't abandoned Wang Yang, if she hadn't left with that Young Master Zhang...

Then the one standing here now should be Liu Qian.

The one sitting in the passenger seat of that car should be Liu Qian.

The one enjoying this man's gentleness and pampering should be Liu Qian.

But Liu Qian didn't want it.

She pushed this man away with her own hands.

She despised him for being poor, for being incapable, for not being able to give her the life she wanted.

Then she left, leaving this position vacant.

Zhao Yaqin looked at Wang Yang, her eyes becoming warm.

She suddenly felt so fortunate.

Fortunate that Liu Qian was short-sighted.

Fortunate that Liu Qian valued wealth over people.

Fortunate that Liu Qian gave up on Wang Yang.

Otherwise, she would never have had the chance to stand by this man's side in this lifetime.

Seeing her dazed, Wang Yang asked softly.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Yaqin snapped back to reality, shook her head, and smiled.

"Nothing. Let's go."

Wang Yang opened the passenger door and reached out to protect her head.

Zhao Yaqin bent down and sat in; the leather seat was soft and comfortable, with excellent support.

There was a faint scent of leather inside the car, which smelled very nice.

She leaned against the seat, looking at the large center console screen in front of her.

Looking at those exquisite buttons, looking at the interior of this two-million-yuan luxury car.

Her heart was pounding.

Wang Yang sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

He turned to the side and reached over to pull the seatbelt.

Zhao Yaqin was stunned for a moment, just about to say she would do it herself, when Wang Yang had already leaned over.

His face was very close to hers, close enough to see the curve of his eyelashes.

Wang Yang's breath fell on her face, carrying a faint warmth.

Zhao Yaqin's face flushed red instantly.

Wang Yang fastened the seatbelt but didn't pull back immediately.

He looked at her flushed face, at her slightly trembling eyelashes.

He lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss onto her lips.

It was very light, like a feather brushing past.

Zhao Yaqin's heart skipped a beat.

Wang Yang pulled back, looked at her, and smiled.

"There."

Zhao Yaqin bit her lip, her face so hot she could fry an egg, and muttered softly.

"You, you are bullying me..."

Wang Yang smiled and started the engine.

The engine let out a low, deep roar, and the black X5M slowly drove out of the residential complex.

The car merged into the night traffic, neon lights flickering outside the window, and the lights of thousands of homes swept past outside the car window.

Wang Yang held the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand reached over and gently rested on Zhao Yaqin's leg.

Through her pants, she could feel the temperature of his leg.

Zhao Yaqin stiffened, her face turning even redder.

She turned her head to look at him; he was looking at the road ahead, a faint smile on his lips.

"Xiao Yang."

"Hmm?"

"Drive properly..."

Wang Yang laughed, his hand didn't move away, but instead gently stroked her leg.

"I'm driving just fine."

Zhao Yaqin bit her lip, afraid to speak again, fearing she would disturb his driving.

But in her heart, it was like a honey jar had been overturned, bubbling with sweetness.

She looked down at the hand resting on her leg.

It was broad, warm, and carried a strength that made people feel at ease.

She thought again of the kiss he gave her when he fastened her seatbelt just now.

She thought of the look in his eyes when he looked at her.

She thought of the certainty when he said "I am your man."

Zhao Yaqin leaned against the seat, watching the night scenery rushing past the window.

A thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Liu Qian, oh Liu Qian.

You despised him for being poor, for being incapable.

You left with that rich second-generation heir, thinking you had climbed to a high branch.

But you don't know what kind of man you gave up.

You don't know how good he is.

You don't know that he would drive a two-million-yuan luxury car to pick up the woman he loves.

You don't know that he would gently fasten her seatbelt, and gently press a kiss on her lips.

That he would put his hand on her leg to make her feel at ease.

These were all supposed to be yours.

But you pushed them away with your own hands.

As Zhao Yaqin thought about it, the corners of her mouth slowly lifted.

It was a kind of heartfelt fortune.

It's a good thing you didn't think much of Wang Yang.

Thank you for not wanting him.

Thank you for leaving such a good man to me.

Zhao Yaqin turned her head to look at Wang Yang.

The light of the neon signs swept past outside the car window, shining on his face, flickering.

He was focused on the road ahead, the line of his profile was very handsome.

Zhao Yaqin leaned over gently and rested her head on his shoulder.

Wang Yang looked down at her and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Zhao Yaqin said softly.

"I just wanted to lean on you."

Wang Yang reached out and rubbed her hair without speaking.

The car drove steadily into the night.

Outside the window was the night of the twelfth lunar month, with cold winds howling.

Inside the car, it was as warm as spring.

...

The scene shifted, and soon they arrived at the rental apartment where Wang Yang lived.