Chapter 62: Chapter 62: What Has Wings Isn’t Necessarily a Bentley; It Could Also Be a Qilin
It wasn’t long before Xiang Yiren returned.
"How did it go?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"That stubborn girl just refuses to go to the hospital. She says she’ll be fine after taking her medicine and resting at home," Xiang Yiren complained bitterly.
"Alright, she knows her own body best, so don’t worry about it," Sun Dasheng said, pulling her into a comforting hug on the sofa. "Who knows? Maybe she’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep. Besides, IV drips at the hospital aren’t always that effective these days. Sometimes, taking medicine and getting some proper rest is better."
His restless hand began to wander over her thigh, but something felt off. Why was her skin so cool? Looking down, he saw that her black stockings were gone. No wonder.
"Why’d you take off your stockings? Aren’t your legs cold?"
SMACK!
Xiang Yiren slapped his mischievous hand away.
"I wonder who was so excitedly tearing at my stockings earlier, saying it ’felt better’ that way," she said pointedly. "You’ve made me go through several pairs. All the spares I had in my bag have been torn to shreds by a certain someone."
Sun Dasheng actually blushed.
Ahem...
A man caught up in the heat of the moment isn’t always rational, after all. He couldn’t be the only one to blame. Any gentleman reading this would surely agree, right?
He glanced at his watch; it was about time for lunch.
"Let’s go downstairs for a bite first. Then I’ll buy you new ones. I’ll compensate you tenfold for all the pairs I ruined."
"I can’t even be bothered to call you out on it," Xiang Yiren scoffed. "Are you really compensating me, or are you just buying more for you to rip apart later?"
The meal was simple. After the lunch rush, the traffic on the streets had noticeably thinned, so Sun Dasheng started driving toward the city center. There wasn’t a Balenciaga boutique in this area.
They arrived at a well-known pedestrian street. The parking lot was packed with cars, making it a hassle to find a decent spot. Most of the available ones were in inconvenient locations. Just as he finally found a good one and prepared to back in, a BMW suddenly cut in front of him and stole it.
"Damn it!" Even the usually good-tempered Sun Dasheng couldn’t help but curse.
It wasn’t just about the stolen spot; the other driver’s maneuver had been genuinely dangerous. The two cars had nearly collided. He opened his door to get out, but before he could say a word, the other driver started pointing fingers.
"What’s with your driving?"
A young man emerged from the BMW’s driver’s seat. He wore a tight shirt, tacky loafers, a chunky gold chain, a small watch, and sported a wild mop of red hair. His face, however, severely detracted from his stylish-punk aesthetic. To say he looked like an alien who had just landed on Earth would be an insult to aliens; it was more like a caveman had reemerged in the modern world.
"Didn’t you see my car’s emblem? You can’t afford to hit this brand!"
Damn! He’s completely clueless about cars, Sun Dasheng thought, amused. Anyone with a bit of car knowledge would never point at a BMW and tell a Bentley driver they can’t afford to pay for damages.
Xiang Yiren, however, was not one to be trifled with. She sneered, "Oh, look at that. A grand BMW X1 that costs over three hundred thousand. How impressive."
Seeing that she recognized his car, the young man flashed a crooked grin. "Glad you know what’s what. I’m in a good mood today, so if you apologize, I’ll generously forgive you."
"So I should thank you for your generosity?" Xiang Yiren asked, amused by his inability to pick up on her sarcasm.
"No need for that. I’m out with my cousin today, and she told me to keep a low profile. If you want to thank someone, thank her."
The young man seemed completely oblivious to how ridiculous he sounded. At this point, Fan Yi, who was in the passenger seat of the BMW, could no longer remain hidden and forced herself to get out. Despite being in her thirties and well-maintained, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were still visible.
She put on a smile and greeted Sun Dasheng. "Da Sheng, it’s been a long time. To think we’d meet like this... it’s a classic case of the Dragon King’s own temple being flooded." Then she added, "This was all my cousin’s fault for being so reckless. Please don’t hold it against him."
Oh? They know each other? Xiang Yiren glanced at her partner.
"She’s my ex-wife’s best friend. I’ve only met her a few times," Sun Dasheng explained quietly.
"Hello, Miss Fan," he said, greeting her before continuing, "Since this young man is your cousin, I won’t say anything harsh. Just remind him to keep his eyes open next time he’s out. Not everyone is as easygoing as I am. If he runs into someone he truly can’t afford to offend, he’ll be in big trouble."
Fan Yi’s expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected her best friend’s ex-husband to be so blunt. But since her side was clearly in the wrong, she called her cousin over. "Xiao Fan, you were wrong this time. Why would you cut someone off like that? Hurry up and apologize."
Then, smiling, she formally introduced him. "This is my cousin, Zhang Fan. He just arrived from our hometown."
Turning to Zhang Fan, she explained, "This is Mr. Sun. He’s my good friend’s husband..."
"Ex-husband," Sun Dasheng interrupted coolly.
Fan Yi faltered for a second before nodding and continuing, "He’s my good friend’s ex-husband. We all know each other here, so this is just a case of getting off on the wrong foot. Hurry up and apologize for your rudeness. I’m sure he’ll forgive you."
She then looked at Sun Dasheng expectantly. "Right?"
Sun Dasheng gave her a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. My ex-wife’s best friend is no simpleton, is she? She’s a pro at guilt-tripping. I haven’t even said if I’ll forgive him, and you’ve already accepted on my behalf.
"Sis, you’re a successful person who drives a BMW. Why do you need to apologize to them?" Zhang Fan chimed in with his own opinion.
"Oh? Is driving a BMW such a big deal?" Sun Dasheng asked.
Ignoring his cousin’s horrified expression, Zhang Fan said with utter conviction, "Of course! Back in our town, people who drive BMWs can do whatever they want. No one dares to mess with them."
PFFT!
Beside him, Xiang Yiren burst into laughter, bending over as she shook. It wasn’t just his words that were funny, but the serious, unwavering certainty in his tone, as if he were proclaiming an absolute truth.
"Miss Fan, your cousin is hilarious!" Xiang Yiren said, her stomach starting to hurt from laughing so hard. Her earlier annoyance had completely vanished.
If being provoked by a punk makes your anger level hit 10, then being provoked by a punk who clearly has a screw loose only adds +10 to your amusement meter.
Fan Yi felt a headache coming on. This was a task her mother had forced upon her; what could she do? Her mother had told her that her cousin got into trouble back home and needed a place to lie low for a while. Her mother only had one sister, her aunt, who only had one son. Since her own mother only had one daughter, her cousin was spoiled like a son, and she was powerless to do anything about it.
"Little brother, why don’t you ask your sister what kind of car this is with the two wings? Is it more expensive than a BMW?" Xiang Yiren said, egging him on.
Zhang Fan glanced at the winged emblem on the Bentley’s hood and said disdainfully, "We have several cars with that logo in our town. I heard they’re just some domestic Chery that costs a few tens of thousands. You think I’ve never seen one before?"