6: Chapter 6 The adulterous couple were like clowns.

The two saw Wang Yang, were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Liu Qian covered her mouth, laughing until her body shook.

"Oh my, why are you here? Isn't this a 4S dealership? Are you here to look at cars?"

She enunciated the words "look at cars" heavily, her eyes full of mockery.

Young Master Zhang walked over with his arm around her waist, looking Wang Yang up and down.

"Yo, isn't this that silly dog from yesterday who was chasing a girl with a roasted sweet potato? What's this, here to buy a BMW today?"

He deliberately dragged out the words "buy a BMW" and turned to look at Liu Qian.

"Qianqian, your ex-boyfriend is quite wealthy, isn't he? He's even looking at BMWs now."

Liu Qian laughed even louder.

"Young Master Zhang, don't say that, maybe he's here to apply for a car washing job."

Young Master Zhang slapped his thigh.

"Right, right, right! Wang Yang, are you here to apply as a car washer? I know their manager; do you want me to put in a word for you? Washing cars pays three or four thousand a month, enough for you to buy roasted sweet potatoes!"

The two sang in harmony, their voices loud enough for the entire showroom to hear.

The salespeople nearby all looked up; some were stifling laughter, others were whispering to each other.

Wang Yang stood where he was, watching them.

It was strange.

At this time yesterday, he had been humiliated by these two, trembling with rage, his blood rushing to his head.

But now, Wang Yang stood here.

Watching their wild, aggressive behavior, he felt not a ripple in his heart.

He even felt like laughing.

Clowns.

He silently defined them in his heart.

Liu Qian finished laughing, and seeing that Wang Yang didn't speak, she frowned instead.

"Wang Yang, why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

She stepped closer, looking him over.

"Weren't you quite capable of fighting yesterday? Why are you acting like a coward today? Aren't you ashamed to come to a place like this?"

Young Master Zhang chimed in from the side.

"Qianqian, don't say that, he has dreams too. Maybe he's been saving money for three years, just waiting to buy a BMW. Oh, right, how much do you earn a month? Six thousand five hundred? That would take over twenty years to save, right?"

Liu Qian laughed until she was doubled over.

"Twenty-plus years? By then he'll be fifty. What kind of BMW would he drive? A wheelchair would be more like it!"

The laughter of the two echoed through the showroom.

Wang Yang watched them.

Looking at Liu Qian's delicate face, looking at the disgust and mockery in her eyes.

He remembered what she had said yesterday.

"You poor loser don't deserve to be in a relationship."

"This is all your life will ever amount to."

"A poor loser for life, forever stepped on by others."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Liu Qian."

Liu Qian was taken aback.

Wang Yang looked at her, his voice very calm.

"Are you done laughing?"

Liu Qian was unnerved by his attitude and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Yang didn't answer, just smiled.

The smile was faint, so faint that he looked like an audience member watching a play.

A strange, indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in Liu Qian's heart.

How was this person different from yesterday?

Young Master Zhang noticed it too, but couldn't be bothered to think about it, and walked inside with his arm around Liu Qian's waist.

"Alright, Qianqian, ignore him. My car is due for maintenance, let's go find Manager Zhang."

When passing by Wang Yang, he deliberately bumped into Wang Yang's shoulder.

"Move, you poor loser. You're blocking the way."

Wang Yang stepped aside to let them pass.

The two walked inside, looking arrogant and conceited.

Liu Qian even turned back to look at Wang Yang, her eyes full of disgust.

Wang Yang stood where he was, watching their backs.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a dark suit hurried out from the back office.

He saw Wang Yang standing at the entrance at a glance.

Then he saw Young Master Zhang and the other person walking inside, paused for a moment, and walked quickly towards Wang Yang.

"Hello, sir! I am so sorry, I was busy in the back and didn't have time to greet you!"

He wore a smile on his face, his attitude extremely respectful.

"I am Manager Zhang, the manager of this store. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Young Master Zhang heard the voice, looked back, and smiled.

"Yo, Manager Zhang, you came just in time. My car is due for maintenance—"

Before he could finish, he froze.

Because Manager Zhang didn't even look at him; instead, he bowed and took the ID card Wang Yang handed over with both hands.

"Mr. Wang, please wait a moment, I will check for you right away!"

Manager Zhang took out a tablet and scanned the ID card.

The next second, his eyes widened abruptly.

"Mr., Mr. Wang! So it was you!"

He bowed even lower, his voice filled with excitement.

"My apologies! Your bmw x5m Competition Black Warrior is already prepared! The full vehicle inspection is complete, the tank is full, and all paperwork and license plates are ready; we were just waiting for you to come and pick it up!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire showroom fell silent instantly.

The smile on Liu Qian's face froze.

The car keys in Young Master Zhang's hand almost dropped to the floor.

Those salespeople who were watching the show all widened their eyes.

Wang Yang looked at Manager Zhang and nodded indifferently.

"Lead the way."

"Yes, yes! Mr. Wang, please come this way!"

Manager Zhang bowed and led the way, his attitude as respectful as if he were hosting a VIP.

Liu Qian stood where she was, her mind blank.

bmw x5m Competition?

The one that costs two million on the road?

Wang Yang?

How could he possibly afford it?

Young Master Zhang realized what was happening, and his face turned green.

"Wait! Manager Zhang, did you make a mistake? He—"

He pointed at Wang Yang, his voice changing pitch.

"He only earns six thousand a month, how could he possibly afford a bmw x5m?"

Manager Zhang looked back at him, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Mr. Zhang, this Mr. Wang is indeed a VIP of our store. He is picking up the car with full payment, and the paperwork was completed long ago."

Full payment.

These two words were like two slaps, hitting Young Master Zhang hard in the face.

Liu Qian's face turned completely pale.

She looked at Wang Yang's back, looking at the man she had mocked for three years.

At this moment, he was being respectfully led inside by the manager.

She suddenly remembered the smile he had earlier.

That smile, so faint, like someone watching a play.

He had been watching a play all along.

Watching her jump around in front of him like a clown.

Liu Qian's legs went weak, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

Young Master Zhang still wanted to say something, but was grabbed by Liu Qian.

"Young Master Zhang... let's, let's go..."

Young Master Zhang shook off her hand, his face livid.

Go? Where to?

He had just called the guy a poor loser and told him to move; if he left now, where would he put his face?

But if he didn't leave, then what?

He could only stand there, watching helplessly as Wang Yang was led to the innermost part of the showroom.

A car was parked there.

The matte black body glowed with a cold luster under the lights.

Large sports rims, sharp laser headlights, and rugged body lines.

It possessed an inherent aura of dominance that crushed everything in the room.

bmw x5m Competition Black Warrior.

Known as the King of the Road.

Manager Zhang stood by the car, enthusiastically introducing something.

Wang Yang reached out and stroked the car body, a faint smile on his face.

Then he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Leather sports seats, carbon fiber interior, floating large screen.

He sat inside, like the true owner of this car.

Liu Qian watched this scene, her brain buzzing.

She remembered yesterday.

Yesterday, she had stepped on that roasted sweet potato, calling him mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall.

Yesterday, she said he would be a poor loser for life, forever stepped on by others.

Yesterday, she got into Young Master Zhang's Mercedes-Benz and left without looking back.

And today.

He was sitting in a BMW worth over two million.

She was left on the side, like a clown.

On this side, Wang Yang got out of the car.

He didn't rush to leave, but turned around and looked at Young Master Zhang and Liu Qian standing in the distance.

Their faces were uglier than the other.

Wang Yang smiled and walked towards them.

Seeing him walk over, Liu Qian subconsciously took a step back.

Young Master Zhang stood his ground, biting the bullet, his face turning blue and white.

Wang Yang walked up to Young Master Zhang and stopped.

He took a wad of cash out of his pocket.