64: Chapter 64 Even a Gentleman Should Be Wary?

The bedroom door opened with a "click."

Chen Fan was sitting on the living room sofa, shaking his leg, and turned his head sharply when he heard the movement.

Su Wanqing stood at the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, looking somewhat uneasy.

The washed-out pink pajamas she had been wearing were gone, replaced by a Chanel winter runway black-and-white checkered dress, draped with a French-style cashmere cape. The well-tailored fabric perfectly outlined her slender waist, and the bun she had previously tied up loosely was now let down, with slightly curled hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a sense of lazy elegance.

The Su Wanqing from before was the "Sister Su" in the night market who would haggle over a few dollars.

The Su Wanqing now was a Queen Su who had stepped out of a wealthy family.

Chen Fan stared, stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"What? Does it not look good?" Su Wanqing felt her face heat up under his gaze and wanted to turn back to change, "I told you it was too flashy; this outfit looks expensive at a glance..."

"Don't move!" Chen Fan jumped up, rushed over in a few steps, and circled her twice, "It looks like it! It's exactly it!"

"Like what?"

"Like my, Chen Fan's, wife." Chen Fan grinned and reached out to straighten her collar, "This outfit was born for you. When those female celebrities wear it, they're just promoting it; when you wear it, you're doing the outfit a favor."

Su Wanqing giggled and punched him in the chest, "Smooth talker."

"In all seriousness," Chen Fan put away his playful expression and pulled a black card from his pants pocket.

The card was heavy, crafted from pure titanium, with a small black diamond embedded in it.

He grabbed Su Wanqing's hand and slapped the card into her palm.

"Take it."

Su Wanqing looked down at it, "What is this?"

"Centurion Black Card, a supplementary card." Chen Fan said casually, "The password is your birthday. I didn't put much in it, just one billion in cash. From now on, I'll deposit another 100 million as pocket money every month. Whether you're buying groceries or buying buildings, just swipe it."

One billion.

Pocket money.

Su Wanqing's hand trembled, and the card nearly fell to the ground. As if burned, she hurriedly stuffed the card back into Chen Fan's hand.

"I don't want it." She refused decisively.

Chen Fan frowned, "Why? Didn't we already agree? What's mine is yours."

"Chen Fan, listen to me." Su Wanqing took a deep breath, her eyes serious, "I can wear the clothes because I want to look pretty for you. But I cannot accept the money."

"We've been separated for nineteen years. We just reconciled, and I'm already taking a billion from you? What would that make me? A mistress you're keeping? Or an ex-girlfriend who's greedy for your family fortune?"

Chen Fan grew anxious, "Whoever dares to say that, I'll tear their mouth apart!"

"My parents will think that." With that one sentence, Su Wanqing made Chen Fan fall silent.

She sighed, walked to the window, and looked at the familiar old Xingfuli Residential Area outside, "Back then, to be with you, I broke ties with my family. Later, after you left, I went home pregnant to ask for help and was almost beaten until my legs were broken by my father. Over the years, although they scolded me, they helped me raise the children. If I take your money back now, they will think I only forgave you for the money, that I sold myself for a good price."

Chen Fan fell silent.

He only thought about making it up to her, about throwing money at the problem, but forgot the pride deep in Su Wanqing's bones.

And he also forgot about that stubborn father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Then what should we do?" Chen Fan scratched his hair in frustration, "Tomorrow I'll go buy gifts, the most expensive ones! I'll go kowtow to the two elders and ask them to forgive me!"

"Don't!" Su Wanqing quickly stopped him, "If you go now, I'm afraid my father's temper will flare up and he'll chase you out with a broom. He has a bad heart and can't handle the shock."

"We can't just keep it like this forever, right?"

Su Wanqing thought for a moment, a glint of craftiness flashing in her eyes, "This matter depends on the two little ones."

"Muyang and Nianyao?"

"Yes. My parents dote on their grandson and granddaughter the most," Su Wanqing said with a smile, "You should coax the kids first, get them to put in a good word for you in front of their grandparents. When the time is right, you go again; that's the only way this will succeed."

Chen Fan's eyes lit up.

This strategy of taking the indirect route to success was brilliant!

"Alright, I'll listen to my wife." Chen Fan tucked the card back into his pocket, but didn't give up completely, "I'll keep the card for now, but you must wear this outfit. Also, this afternoon belongs to me."

"Where are we going?"

"A date." Chen Fan snapped his fingers, "We haven't dated in nineteen years; we have to make up for it today."

...

Ten minutes later, the two went downstairs.

A fiery red Ferrari 812 Superfast was parked at the entrance of the unit, looking like a burning flame.

This was what Dark Blade had just delivered.

Chen Fan gentlemanly opened the car door, "Miss Su, please get in."

Su Wanqing looked at this sports car, which she had only ever seen in movies, and then at the prying eyes of the surrounding neighbors, and climbed in, blushing.

The engine roared, and the exhaust note exploded.

The Ferrari turned into a streak of red lightning, driving toward the most prosperous International Finance Center in Yunzhou.

Throughout the entire afternoon, Chen Fan initiated a crazy shopping spree mode.

Hermès counter.

"This one, this one, and that elephant gray one, wrap them up." Chen Fan pointed his finger repeatedly without even looking at the prices.

The sales assistant's face was almost stiff from smiling; she wished she could enshrine Chen Fan as the God of Wealth.

Su Wanqing tried to stop him at first, but later realized she couldn't, so she just let him be.

Van Cleef & Arpels.

Chen Fan personally put a four-leaf clover necklace on her; the woman in the mirror was radiant, where was there any trace of the night market auntie left?

In the evening, a three-star Michelin restaurant.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling night view of Yunzhou, and on the table were flickering candlelight.

Su Wanqing cut the Beef Wellington on her plate, watching the man across from her who was carefully picking the onions out of her side dish.

At this moment, she felt like she was in a dream.

But this dream was also real and within reach.

After dinner, the two went to watch a movie like a young couple.

It was a romance film with a cliché plot, but Su Wanqing cried her eyes out. Chen Fan handed her tissues while tightly holding her hand in the darkness, fingers interlaced, palms sweaty, but neither let go.

...

Late at night, the Ferrari slowly drove back to the Xingfuli Residential Area.

Soothing jazz music flowed through the car.

Su Wanqing leaned against the leather seat of the passenger side, her head slightly tilted toward Chen Fan, watching his profile as he held the steering wheel.

"Chen Fan."

"Hmm?"

"You're so rich now, and you don't look bad..." Su Wanqing's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, "There must be many young, pretty girls out there, right? Will you..."

This was the deepest thorn in her heart.

Before, when he was poor, she feared he would suffer.

Now that he is rich, she fears he will change.

Chen Fan slammed on the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road.

He turned around, looking at Su Wanqing's eyes, which were filled with insecurity.

"Wanqing, do you know how many bodyguards I have around me?" Chen Fan suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

Su Wanqing was stunned for a moment, "The four from earlier? Or eight?"

"I have twenty personal bodyguards, rotating shifts, following me twenty-four hours a day." Chen Fan held up two fingers seriously, "And, I have a strict rule when hiring."

"What rule?"

"Only hire men. They must be burly, pure men who look even darker than Iron Tower." Chen Fan squeezed her hand and leaned closer, his warm breath spraying on her face, "Around me, not even a female mosquito can fly in. Unless it's male, and it has to pass a security check."

Su Wanqing chuckled, and the slight gloom in her eyes instantly dissipated.

"Then what if... what if someone throws themselves at you?" She was still uneasy, deliberately finding fault.

"Then I'll let Iron Tower throw her out." Chen Fan's eyes turned cold, then immediately put on a cheeky look, "Besides, the food at home is so delicious, I'd have to have water in my brain to go outside and eat sh*t."

"Vulgar!" Su Wanqing scolded, but her heart was sweet to the point of cloying.

Chen Fan looked at her smiling face and let out a long sigh of relief.

This hurdle was considered passed.

Next, it was time to handle those two real little ancestors, and that difficult father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Just then, the phone in Chen Fan's pocket suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and looked; two words were jumping on the caller ID, making him raise an eyebrow.

[Daughter]