Chapter 70: The Wuling Miracle Car I Give You

Do you think I'm foolish enough to fight with you, knowing how savage you are? Su Qianqian set down the chair and folded her arms as she sat.

“Hmph!”

Cai Yueyao slammed her desk back onto the floor, stretched her long legs across it, and crossed them with a flourish.

“Hmph!”

At this moment, Lu Ye was rushing from Mingzhu City to Li Cheng—a journey that would take at least two hours at top speed. Surely they couldn't just keep exchanging “hmphs” endlessly.

Looking at Su Qianqian, who was sulking across from her, Cai Yueyao swung her legs lazily and asked, “Hey, how did you two meet?”

“What business is it of yours?” The old woman was so annoyed she switched to Cantonese.

Cai Yueyao’s curiosity only grew. She feigned weakness and coaxed, “Come on, tell me! Let me know how I lost to you!”

Su Qianqian shot her a glare. “That little brat used my dad’s connections to become a security guard at my Yiren Group.”

Cai Yueyao’s eyes sparkled, and she pressed further, “And then?”

Thus, Su Qianqian began to spill the story.

“One day, my personal driver took a day off, and he drove me home...”

She recounted everything—from faking a marriage to handle a family alliance to the day of the wedding. As for the love and conflict between them, Su Qianqian only mentioned that Lu Ye had a secret mission and needed to use Yiren Group as a cover, filtering out anything she shouldn't say.

Suddenly, Cai Yueyao interrupted, “So, he was only near you to carry out his mission, while you were just dealing with your family alliance.

So you two were just putting on an act, not genuinely in love. Your marriage is in name only, isn’t it?”

Su Qianqian was stunned.

Logically, everything Cai Yueyao said was correct!

But somehow, it didn’t feel right.

Before she could sort it out, Cai Yueyao clapped and laughed, “Ha! I knew it!

That little brat loves me after all. When you two have achieved your goals, he’ll divorce you and come back to me!”

Crack!

It was as if a bolt of lightning split open Su Qianqian’s mind, leaving her ears buzzing.

These days, she had grown so used to being with that little brat, his presence felt almost essential.

The oral agreements they’d made for the fake marriage were fading from memory.

They’d kissed, embraced, even shared a bed.

Su Qianqian realized she wasn’t that opposed to intimacy with Lu Ye.

Especially that night when they moved rooms, learning he was the soldier she’d secretly loved for years—the bond between them felt inexplicably closer.

Yet Cai Yueyao’s words now seemed to drag her from a dream back to reality!

She’s right!

The little brat came to me only to deal with Hong Ying Society. Does he truly care about me?

The old woman couldn’t help but become anxious and uncertain...

Cai Yueyao tossed her head mischievously and egged her on, “Anyway, you don’t have to worry about being forced into a family alliance anymore. Why don’t you just divorce him?”

“I—I—I…”

Su Qianqian didn’t know what had come over her.

Before, she’d found a thousand reasons for divorce deep in her heart.

Now, she just wanted a single reason not to divorce…

Wait!

If I divorce that little brat now, wouldn’t that let Cai Yueyao, that shameless thing, have him?

Hmph, I can’t lose to her!

Don’t you love to oppose me?

Don’t you love that little brat to pieces?

Then I’ll just refuse to let you have your way, ha!

Thinking this, confidence returned to Su Qianqian’s face. “Keep dreaming! I won’t divorce him. Does that infuriate you?”

Now it was Cai Yueyao’s turn to be stunned!

Oh no, her plan to sow discord had failed…

“Hmph, I don’t believe you can oppose me your whole life!”

Su Qianqian laughed triumphantly, hands on her hips. “I’ll oppose you to the end! I’ll never divorce him, just to make you mad!”

Cai Yueyao replied, sourly, “Ugh, do you really think I care about your cast-off shoes?”

Su Qianqian nodded earnestly. “Whoever can’t get the grapes will always say they’re sour, right? I understand!”

The ex-girlfriend fell silent, and the old woman won this round!

Victory!

Meanwhile, Lu Ye, concerned about the battle between these two women, was driving his Passat at breakneck speed toward Li Cheng, ignoring all caution.

The journey usually took over two hours. He arrived in under an hour.

He’d racked up at least three speeding tickets along the way.

Yet, just before he reached the gates of Yueyao Real Estate, the Passat’s hood suddenly popped open, spewing thick smoke…

Damn, the engine blew.

Lu Ye didn’t bother with the car; he broke into a run, charging straight into Yueyao Real Estate.

The security guards at the entrance couldn’t stop him at all.

Bang!

He slammed open the conference room door, bent forward.

Inside, the old woman was idly counting her hairs, and Cai Yueyao was leisurely trimming the nails on her beautiful feet.

Lu Ye thanked the heavens they hadn’t actually started fighting.

Su Qianqian was stunned. “Little brat, how did you get here so fast? It’s been less than an hour!”

Lu Ye replied, aggrieved, “I was driving at over two hundred kilometers an hour! My Passat blew up!”

“There’s nothing that could happen to me here. Why rush so much?”

“I was worried you two might actually fight!”

More precisely, he worried she’d be at a disadvantage.

But Lu Ye, tactful as he was, would never say that.

Since there was no fight, it was time to get down to business.

Lu Ye grinned sheepishly. “Cai Cai, how about you let Yiren Group have that office building project?”

Cai Yueyao snorted, “Beg me!”

Lu Ye pursed his lips. “I’m begging you now. For heaven’s sake, give the project back to my wife!”

“What kind of attitude is that?” Cai Yueyao laughed and cursed, tearing up the contract she’d signed with Tan Dong.

Then she called him, “Tan Dong, I’m not doing that deal. And let me warn you: if you use me as a shield again, your Tan family might go bankrupt!”

Done.

Cai Yueyao set down her phone, gazed affectionately at Lu Ye, and smiled. “Counting the time at Old Li's birthday banquet, you owe me two favors now, right? Aren’t you going to buy me dinner and thank me properly?”

Lu Ye laughed. “Next time, definitely next time!”

“Heh, men!”

…

The wrecked Passat was left at the gates of Yueyao Real Estate.

Lu Ye rode back to Mingzhu City in Su Qianqian’s passenger seat.

Seeing his worried expression, Su Qianqian assumed he was still concerned about her relationship with Cai Yueyao.

For once, Su Qianqian took the initiative to apologize.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have impulsively gone after your ex-girlfriend.”

Lu Ye paused, then smiled. “You’re mistaken. I was thinking about something else.”

It was actually Wu Qing’s identity as the Y6 ambassador that kept his heart uneasy.

Su Qianqian nodded, then asked softly, “What were you doing when I called earlier? I thought I heard someone shouting about killing you.”

Lu Ye casually lied, “Oh, I was just messing around with Meng the Beauty. I hit him with a ‘thousand-year kill,’ and he chased me down several blocks.”

He’d forgotten that Meng the Beauty had left for his hometown yesterday for urgent business.

Unable to get a plane ticket, he’d used Su Qianqian’s connections to book a private flight.

The old woman knew her little brat always exaggerated his stories to make himself sound heroic.

The more he glossed over things, the more serious they probably were.

But she also knew she couldn’t help, so she stopped asking, not wanting to add to his troubles.

After a moment of silence, Su Qianqian smiled, “When we get home, I’ll give you a new car.”

Lu Ye perked up. “Really?”

“Mhm. Consider it your first holiday gift from me.”

That’s right—today was Valentine’s Day!

Lu Ye thought to himself, I spent a fortune on a globally limited edition Koenigsegg for her.

Surely the old woman would buy me a big Mercedes, right?

Little did he know, Su Qianqian had already made up her mind. She suppressed her laughter and said, “Since you were so worried about me that you blew up your Passat, I’ll be generous just this once.”

And so—

When Lu Ye saw his new car, he was utterly dumbfounded…

It was a brand-new Wuling Hongguang!

On the door, bold letters declared: “Capacity seven people. Overloading is illegal.”

“Damn, you got me this Wuling miracle car?”