11: Chapter 11 Son, here's your allowance.

The scenery outside the car window flew backward, turning into blurry patches of color.

The interior of the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon was terrifyingly quiet, with only a faint hissing sound coming from the air conditioning vents. The leather seats exuded an expensive scent, a smell that made Su Muyang feel suffocated and restless.

He gripped the seatbelt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A few minutes ago, this man who claimed to be his father had descended like a god, humiliated Qian Li, thrown twenty thousand yuan to Qin Ya, and then shoved him into this monster-like vehicle.

Su Muyang turned his head to look at Chen Fan in the driver's seat.

Chen Fan held the steering wheel with one hand, his expression focused and cold. That patek philippe flashed with a cold luster against the light of the dashboard.

Was this really that down-and-out man who delivered takeout?

"Did you rob a bank?" Su Muyang finally couldn't help but ask, his voice dry and laced with a hint of sharp sarcasm. "Or did you go sell a kidney? It must cost quite a bit to rent this car."

Chen Fan didn't speak.

He reached into his suit's inner pocket, pulled out a black card, and tossed it onto Su Muyang's lap.

The card was light, but to Su Muyang, it felt as heavy as a brick.

The card surface was pure black with no extra patterns, only a string of gold card numbers and an inconspicuous bank logo in the bottom right corner.

"The PIN is your birthday." Chen Fan kept his eyes on the road, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "There are five million inside, take it and spend it."

Su Muyang jumped up from his seat as if he had been burned, nearly hitting his head on the car roof.

"Five... five million?!"

He widened his eyes, his breathing ragged. The most money he had ever seen in his life was the twenty thousand yuan in cash that Chen Fan had just thrown to Qin Ya.

What was the concept of five million?

It was five thousand years of working as a Tutor, or two hundred lifetimes of saving without eating or drinking!

"Are you crazy?" Su Muyang grabbed the card, his hand trembling. "Who exactly are you? Where did you get so much money?"

"I am your father." Chen Fan stepped on the brake, and the car pulled steadily into a temporary parking spot on the side of the road. He turned his head, his deep eyes looking straight at Su Muyang. "As for the money, it was earned from investments. It's clean; I didn't steal or rob for it."

Su Muyang looked at the card, his chest heaving violently.

A strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart.

Nineteen years of absence, and the first thing he does is throw money at him? What was this? A buyout fee? Or charity?

"I don't want it!" Su Muyang gritted his teeth and threw the card hard back at Chen Fan. "Do you think having money can make up for these nineteen years? Do you think that by giving me money, I will acknowledge you?"

The card slid onto the floor mat.

Chen Fan wasn't angry. He bent down, picked up the card, gently blew the dust off it, and then handed it back to Su Muyang.

This time, his gaze became extremely oppressive.

"Take it."

"I don't..."

"I told you to take it!" Chen Fan's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable majesty that made Su Muyang freeze.

Chen Fan stared at his son's stubborn face and said coldly, "You have backbone, fine. But can backbone be eaten as a meal? Can backbone stop you from having to lowly beg your classmates for money? Can backbone keep you from being played like a monkey by that woman named Qian Li?"

Mentioning Qian Li made Su Muyang bristle instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't you dare talk about Lili like that! She's not that kind of person!" Su Muyang roared, his neck turning red. "She's just... just a bit willful. She was spoiled by her family, but she is kind at heart!"

"Kind?"

Chen Fan scoffed, his smile filled with a cold indifference that had seen through the world. "Kind enough to make you take out a usurious loan to buy her a mobile phone? Kind enough to despise you for being poor in front of the whole school?"

"That was just angry talk! She was angry because I didn't keep my promise!" Su Muyang argued loudly, trying to defend the pitiful little bit of love in his heart. "You don't understand the relationship between us at all!"

"I don't understand this kind of 'money-demanding' relationship."

Chen Fan shoved the black card into Su Muyang's shirt pocket, his movements rough and forceful, giving Su Muyang no chance to refuse.

"Since you believe in her so much, let's make a bet."

Chen Fan leaned back against the seat, his fingers tapping gently on the steering wheel. "Take this money, go buy yourself a decent outfit, go buy that P70 she wants, or even go buy an Hermès. Then see for yourself whether she smiles at you as a person, or smiles at your money."

Su Muyang covered his pocket, the card pressed against his chest, scalding hot.

"I don't need to test her." Su Muyang bit his lip, his eyes wandering. "Lili loves me for who I am."

"Then prove it to me."

Chen Fan unlocked the central lock. "This money isn't for you; it's to recharge your 'dignity.' Also, remember to repay the favor you owe that girl named Qin Ya."

Su Muyang fell silent.

The image of Qin Ya being humiliated flashed through his mind. And how he had acted so lowly in front of those relatives and classmates these past few days just to scrape together the money.

Money isn't everything.

But without money, he didn't even have the qualifications to maintain his own dignity.

Su Muyang took a deep breath, his hand pressing tightly against the card in his pocket. He pushed open the car door and stepped out with one foot, his back to Chen Fan, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'll consider this money a loan from you. I will pay it back, with interest."

After saying that, he slammed the car door shut and ran toward the school dormitory without looking back. His retreating figure looked somewhat disheveled, yet carried a stubbornness unique to a young man.

Chen Fan watched his son disappear into the night, the cold, hard lines on his face slowly softening.

"Silly kid."

He reached into the storage compartment, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes became sharp as blades once again.

"zero."

"Present, Host."

"Keep an eye on that Qian Li." Chen Fan exhaled a smoke ring, his tone chilling. "Organize all of her consumption records, chat logs, and hotel check-in records. When that silly kid hits the wall, I want him to see for himself exactly what kind of person his 'goddess' really is."

"Understood. Monitoring program initiated. Additionally, it has been detected that Qian Li just mocked Su Muyang as a 'toad' in a WeChat group and is currently arranging a hotel room number with Wang Hao for tonight."

Chen Fan sneered, a flash of killing intent appearing in his eyes.

"No rush, let the bullet fly for a while longer. For trash like this, killing her in one go is too easy on her. I need to let her fall from the clouds so it really hurts."

He stubbed out the cigarette and started the car.

The engine roared, the G-Wagon made a U-turn and drove onto the main road.

"Now, it's time to go see my little princess." Chen Fan glanced at the time on his phone screen, as well as a trending post about Jiangcheng Foreign Language University that zero had just pushed.

The post title was glaring: [Exposing that poor student Su Nianyao who stole her roommate's perfume; poor and has sticky fingers!]

The comment section below was full of vicious abuse and mockery.

Chen Fan's hand gripping the steering wheel tightened suddenly, and the leather steering wheel let out a creak of unbearable strain.

"Stole perfume?"

Cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he floored the accelerator.

The black off-road vehicle, like a furious beast, roared through the night, heading straight for Jiangcheng Foreign Language University.

"What can't my daughter buy if she wants it? Does she need to steal your piece-of-trash items?"

"It seems some people are tired of living."