Yang Wuluo was just an ordinary high school graduate, and her circle of friends all came from regular families. No one she knew had ever received a Bentley as a graduation gift—not even the rich kids.
You have to understand: hiding wealth is like hiding a pregnancy—sooner or later, it shows. In three years of being schoolmates, there had never been a rumor about Lin Can being a rich second generation. So Yang Wuluo figured Lin Can was just messing with the driver. He liked teasing girls, sure, but now even big, burly men were targets?
But... looking at her knees, freshly bandaged by him, she thought: He's so warm-hearted. I'm crying. No wonder he was named the school's "Outstanding Three-Good Student," "Exemplary Student in Moral Character," and "Helpful Little Model."
The taxi drove into Huatong Street and stopped outside the Bentley store at No. 66.
Right in front was the luxuriously decorated Bentley experience store. Through the glass curtain wall, rows of gleaming luxury cars could be seen inside. Female sales associates dressed in business suits and black stockings chatted casually. Stores like this were never crowded. The large "B" logo at the entrance was backed by a fountain, making quite the statement.
Yang Wuluo quickly paid the 15 yuan fare, holding up her phone with a bright smile. "No need to scan—I already paid."
"You rushed to pay?"
"Well, you bought me medicine just now and didn't let me pay you. Let me at least cover the ride."
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
Because buying medicine was an investment—an investment aimed at gaining control.
He didn't say that out loud, because if he did, she'd definitely grab onto it. Girls loved teasing boys. Not long ago, Lin Can's arm was covered in bruises—gifts from his four older "sisters." No need to invite more pain.
The two got out of the car.
"No, no, I'm good—hey…"
Yang Wuluo twisted her waist, trying to politely refuse Lin Can's support. But this "Helpful Little Model" truly cared about his female classmates and gave her no room to decline. He simply wrapped an arm around her slender waist, clad in a denim skirt, and led her toward the Bentley store.
A day under his control.
Yang Wuluo glanced at the big hand on her slim waist, bit her lip, and lifted her head to look at Lin Can's profile. In a low voice, she asked, "Lin Can, what are you really doing at the Bentley store?"
"I told you—I'm here to buy a car."
"I don't believe it. You must be up to something else."
Lin Can just smiled and didn't explain. After all, who would believe him? No need to justify it—once they were inside, she'd see for herself.
He walked straight up to the front desk and said, "Hi, I made an appointment to see a car in your store's livestream last night."
The receptionist smiled and replied, "May I have your name, sir?"
"Lin."
"One moment while I check… Yesterday, three people named Mr. Lin made appointments. One of them also won a small gift during our livestream giveaway. Could you please provide your Douyin username so I can verify if you're the winner?"
Lin Can gave it confidently: "Ji Bochang!"
"!!!"
Upon hearing this, a few female staff members in the lounge area immediately turned their heads, eyes shifting to a certain part of the handsome young man's body, as if saying—
"Want to guess if it's true?"
"Is it just for show, or is he really worthy of the name?"
"If it is true, then that little fairy beside him is one lucky girl…"
Yang Wuluo kept her head down, face blushing furiously.
That username was terrifying!
Wait—that's not the point. The point isn't "Ji Bochang," it's that Lin Can actually made an appointment to see a car?
Yang Wuluo looked at him. Is he really here to buy a car?
She didn't know anymore—her mind was in chaos.
Receptionist: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it was another Mr. Lin who won the prize."
Lin Can shrugged. Winning didn't matter anyway. The moment I dropped my username, which woman here didn't get excited?
"Hello, Mr. Lin. Is there a particular model you're interested in?" A sales manager walked over and shook his hand. He'd been watching from the side and, after sizing Lin Can up, confirmed that this was a potential customer. After ten years selling Bentleys, his eyes were trained.
First: Don't judge by appearances. He learned that lesson in Guangdong when he missed a deal with a millionaire grandpa in flip-flops.
Second: If someone isn't a serious customer, they'd say "I'm just browsing" at the front desk, not "I made an appointment."
Third: Even if someone does make an appointment, when questioned by a manager, a fake customer will usually avoid eye contact and speak hesitantly—they have no confidence. After all, these cars are million-yuan toys for the wealthy.
But this Mr. Lin, arm around a fairy-like girl, was completely relaxed and confident—classic rich second-generation behavior. Definitely a potential customer. Of course, potential doesn't mean definite. But a fake customer would already be pretending to get a call and trying to leave.
Lin Can, one arm still around Yang Wuluo's waist, pointed at a sapphire blue Continental GT nearby. "The one they showed on the livestream yesterday—is that it?"
"Yes, that's the one. Mr. Lin, are you interested in that Continental GT? That model is the latest edition, with an engine that—"
"No need. They explained everything in the livestream. Just take me to see the car."
"Of course, Mr. Lin, right this way."
"You go ahead, Lin Can. My legs hurt—I'll just sit for a bit."
"Let me take a look."
"No need. Go check out the car. I'll be fine after a rest."
Yang Wuluo sat down in the lounge with a gentle smile, but her heart was warm.
It wasn't that her legs hurt. They'd just gone weak from shock.
Lin Can really was here to buy a car.
And not just any car—but a Continental GT priced at over 6 million yuan!
Six million! Yang Wuluo had never even dreamed of that kind of money.
The gap in information hit her all at once. She needed a moment to completely rethink her perception of Lin Can.
The sales manager glanced at the girl's knees. White stockings… with kneepads?
Uh… Being a rich kid's girlfriend isn't easy, he thought.
He motioned for staff to bring her tea, then led Lin Can to see the car.
When you have money, buying a car is simple. If you like it, you buy it.
Lin Can wasn't a car enthusiast. He didn't know much about performance and didn't need to—he wasn't a mechanic.
He sat in the car to get a feel for it. Pretty comfortable. Not that it had to be—Lamborghinis were notoriously uncomfortable, but every man still dreamed of owning one.
The sales manager stood by the door and asked the driver's-seat Lin Can, "Mr. Lin, how do you feel about it?"
Lin Can held the wheel and looked around. "Not bad. It's in stock, right? If I buy it today, can I drive it out by noon?"
The sales manager quickly replied, "Yes, absolutely. We can take care of the plates for you—very fast. So, Mr. Lin, are you saying you're ready to purchase?"
"Hold on, I'm getting a call."
"Go ahead."
The manager tactfully stepped away and gave a thumbs-up to a colleague—definitely a real buyer.
Beep, beep, beep—
Qiao Meina was video calling.
He picked up.
On the screen, Qiao Meina lay on the couch with a face mask on.
"Meina-jie, what's up?"
"Genshin. Log on and help me with quests."
"I can't right now. I'm looking at cars. I'll help you tonight."
"What kind of car?"
"Bentley."
Ahhh~
Qiao Meina let out a scream.
Crash!
Qiao Mom, who was washing dishes, got startled and dropped a bowl. She ran out, yelling, "You silly girl! Why are you screaming like that?"
Qiao Meina ignored her mom, tore off her face mask, and revealed a glistening, delicate face. In slippers and completely without goddess vibes, she was pure home-mode slob.
"This one looks like a Continental GT. Doesn't that cost a ton?"
Back in her room, she closed the door, sat on her bed, munched on snacks, and kept chatting.
"All in, it's about 6 million yuan. Hey, hey, hey—Meina-jie, are you okay? Eat slower, don't choke."
Cough cough cough~ "I'm not choking on chips—I'm choking on your 6 million yuan. You almost scared me to death!"