50: Chapter 50 The moment I sat in the Rolls-Royce, I finally understood why the rich are happy.

The heavy car door was slowly pushed shut by Ghost Shadow, emitting a muffled "thud."

This sound completely isolated the noisy, chaotic, and sweat-stinking world outside the car window.

The interior of the cabin was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Above, the dazzling starlight headliner—a vast galaxy woven by hand with thousands of fiber-optic strands—cast a soft glow onto Su Muyang's face, instantly relaxing his tense nerves. Beneath his feet lay a plush lamb's wool carpet thick enough to sink his ankles into, and beneath him were premium calfskin seats with a delicate texture, so soft it felt like plunging into a cloud.

Su Muyang leaned back against the seat, his body sliding down involuntarily.

Ten minutes ago, he was still sitting on a cold iron chair at the police station, his wrists aching from the tightness of the handcuffs, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant and the musty scent of old case files.

Ten minutes later, he held a glass of Perrier-Jouët champagne just taken from the car's refrigerator, chilled to exactly four degrees, the bubbles bursting on his tongue with the distinct sweetness of money.

"Is… is this a Phantom Extended Wheelbase?"

Qin Ya sat opposite him, her eyes wide as saucers, not daring to place her hands anywhere. "And it's a bespoke version? This starlight headliner… this partition… Oh my god, compared to this, my dad's S-Class is basically a tractor!"

Her family was wealthy, but only to the extent of being a well-to-do household in Jiangcheng. She had only ever seen this kind of top-tier vehicle, which cost over ten million and required a two-year waiting list even for the wealthy, in short videos.

Su Nianyao kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the leather seat, and casually peeled an orange to hand to Qin Ya. "Small scene, don't make such a fuss. If you like it, I'll have my dad get you one to drive around for fun another day."

"Cough, cough…" Chen Fan, who was drinking water, choked and glared at his daughter. "Do you think this is buying cabbage? Just giving one away."

He turned his head to look at Qin Ya, his tone softening considerably. "Classmate Qin, thank you for protecting Muyang today. This kid is a bit of a silent type; I'll have to trouble you to look after him at school in the future."

"It's no trouble at all!" Qin Ya was flattered and waved her hands like fan blades. "Uncle, you're too polite. Teacher Su… oh no, Su Muyang takes good care of me too. Besides, beating up that scum today felt great!"

Chen Fan smiled without speaking. He could tell that although this girl was loud and boisterous, her eyes were clear, and she was a good kid without any hidden agendas. As for family background? In the eyes of the current Chen Fan, there were very few people on the entire planet with a better background than his, so he didn't care at all.

Su Muyang hadn't spoken the whole time. He watched the streetscape receding rapidly outside the window. The private cars that he once envied now appeared low and insignificant in his line of sight. The play of light from the streetlamps flowed across the window, reflecting his face, which was still somewhat youthful but already beginning to harden.

So, this is what is called a dimensional reduction strike.

Before, he thought that Qian Li sitting in Wang Hao's bmw 5 series meant she was a winner in life. Now, it seemed that Wang Hao's car didn't even deserve to wait at a red light alongside this Phantom.

"Dad." Su Muyang spoke suddenly, his voice very soft.

"Hm?" Chen Fan turned his head.

"Riding in this car is really comfortable." Su Muyang tightened his grip on the crystal glass, his knuckles turning white. "More comfortable than a bus, more comfortable than a taxi, more comfortable than any car I've ever sat in before."

Chen Fan looked at his son, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes. He wasn't afraid of his son being greedy for luxury; he was only afraid that his son would get used to poverty and never be able to stand tall.

"It's right that it's comfortable." Chen Fan said calmly. "Money isn't everything. But it allows you not to have to swallow your grievances when you've been wronged; it allows you not to feel helpless when you want to protect someone; and when you're tired, it allows you to have the most comfortable place to lie down. That is enough."

Su Muyang drained the wine in his glass in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, burning and making his whole body feel hot. Screw this "plain and simple is the real truth" nonsense. This feeling of stepping on the world beneath his feet felt truly great.

Half an hour later, the rolls-royce slowly drove into the villa area where Qin Mansion was located. This was an established wealthy district in Jiangcheng, where families with some heritage lived. But when this behemoth with the license plate Jiang A·88888 appeared, the passing security guards immediately straightened their backs and saluted, not even daring to try to stop it.

Outside the entrance of Qin Mansion, Liu Qing was pacing back and forth, draped in a silk shawl, her high heels clicking loudly on the ground. She looked at the watch on her wrist; it was almost eleven o'clock.

"That damn girl, not even answering her phone! Out wilding until now with that poor Tutor!" Liu Qing gritted her teeth in anger. "When she gets back, I'll definitely break her legs! And that Su Muyang, he can forget about ever stepping foot into my Qin Family's door again!"

Just then, two blinding high-beam light beams hit her face, making her unable to open her eyes. Liu Qing instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, just about to curse at whoever was blind enough to use high beams at her front door, when the car slid silently in front of her.

The massive waterfall-style grille and the solid silver "Spirit of Ecstasy" hood ornament emitted a cold, eerie glow in the night. Liu Qing's curse got stuck in her throat. She knew her stuff. This car… there couldn't be more than a few in all of Jiangcheng, right?

The driver's door opened, Ghost Shadow stepped out, and with a white-gloved hand, opened the rear passenger door. "Mom!" Qin Ya jumped out of the car, still holding the snacks she hadn't finished. Liu Qing was stunned. She watched her daughter climb out of this mobile palace, her mind struggling to process it. Immediately after, she saw two more people sitting in the car. A middle-aged man with an extraordinary presence was leaning against the seat back, resting with his eyes closed. And the young man sitting on the outside turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

That face, Liu Qing was too familiar with it. It was the Tutor she had scolded countless times as a "poor scholar" and told her daughter to stay away from—Su Muyang. At this moment, although Su Muyang's collar was slightly torn, sitting there on that luxurious leather seat, he exuded a coldness that made her afraid to look him in the eye.

"Auntie, Qin Ya has been delivered." Su Muyang said calmly, without even getting out of the car. "It's too late, so I won't come inside." Ghost Shadow closed the car door. The rolls-royce didn't pause at all, made a U-turn, and disappeared into the night like an elegant black panther. Even after the taillights were no longer visible, Liu Qing still stood there with her mouth wide open, her jaw nearly hitting the ground.

"Mom! What are you spacing out for!" Qin Ya waved her hand in front of her eyes. Liu Qing suddenly grabbed her daughter's wrist with frightening strength, her eyes glowing with a greedy light. "Yaya! The person who brought you back just now… was that Su Muyang?!" "Yeah." Qin Ya rubbed her wrist. "What's wrong?" "That car… whose car is that?!" Liu Qing's voice was trembling. "His dad's." Qin Ya said casually. "Oh right, I heard Huihuang Group is his family's now."

Boom! Liu Qing felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her brain. Huihuang Group? The behemoth that had just swallowed half of Jiangcheng's commercial landscape? Su Muyang is the Crown Prince of Huihuang Group?! She recalled the scene where she used to make Su Muyang wear shoe covers to enter the house and humiliated him with a few thousand yuan, and she regretted it so much her intestines were turning green. But the next second, regret turned into ecstasy. This wasn't just a Tutor; this was clearly a mountain of gold!

"Yaya!" Liu Qing hugged her daughter, her face filled with an unprecedented loving smile, her speed of changing expressions comparable to Sichuan opera. "Tell Mom the truth, do you like Teacher Su? Mom was just testing him before! Tomorrow… no, now! Hurry up and text him, ask him if he's free tomorrow, Mom will cook personally and invite him to dinner at home!"

Qin Ya rolled her eyes, shook off her mom's hand, and walked into the house. "Mom, save it. He probably doesn't look down on our home-cooked meals anymore."

Liu Qing stood in the wind, watching her daughter's back, and then looked at the empty road. She took out her phone, her fingers quickly flipping through her contacts, finally stopping at a number labeled "Private Detective Old Wang." "Hello, Old Wang, help me investigate someone. The more detailed, the better, especially what he likes to eat, what he likes to play with, what he lacks… Yes, exactly that Su Muyang!" Liu Qing hung up the phone, looking at the night sky, her eyes as greedy as a starving wolf. "This heaven-sent wealth, since it has entered my Qin Family's door, don't even think about running away!"