Chapter 103: Chapter 8 Why do I seem to have become Uncle Sun’s little girlfriend?
The driver was rendered speechless by this little vixen. Unsure of what to do, he worried that if he didn’t handle this properly, the boss would make him pack his bags and leave. He didn’t want to lose a job with a monthly salary of tens of thousands.
"Da Yong, get in the car. I’ll handle this," Sun Dasheng said, having heard the whole exchange. He knew the driver, Da Yong, couldn’t manage such a complex situation. He told him to get in the car and got out himself.
"Are you his boss? Then you must be very rich. My car is damaged, you have to compensate me," Yang Xintian demanded, playing the victim the moment his foot touched the ground.
"Oh?" Sun Dasheng took a few steps toward her and smiled teasingly. "You really want me to compensate you?"
It was only when he was right in front of her that she got a clear look at his face, and she was stunned.
Isn’t this the man who was standing beside my uncle at the elevator?
"Yang Xintian!" he said, calling out her name precisely.
Confirmed!
"Should I call your aunt and uncle and have them come over?" Sun Dasheng asked, taking out his phone.
Yang Xintian hastily pressed his hand down. "Don’t!" she pleaded. "Uncle, please don’t call my aunt over. She’ll scold me to death."
It seemed this fearless little hellion did have someone she was afraid of.
"Weren’t you just asking me to pay for your car?" Sun Dasheng said playfully. She reminded him of the rebellious teenage girls from his youth.
"Who? Who said that?" she feigned, looking around for the supposed culprit. "To think there’s such an unreasonable person! Uncle, you wait here. I’ll go find them and teach them a lesson."
With that, she crouched down and scampered off.
Sun Dasheng stood there, quietly watching her one-woman show play out before turning and getting back in the car.
The traffic police arrived quickly and cleared the road, allowing traffic to start moving again.
The Bentley had just started to move when someone knocked on the window again. The window rolled down to reveal a pitiful-looking face.
"Uncle, could you give me a lift?"
After all, she was his old classmate’s niece. He couldn’t just leave her stranded on the main road. He gestured for her to get in.
"Uncle, I have a friend with me; you don’t mind, do you?" she asked. "Her name is Yuan Yuan."
He knew the name was fake just from hearing it, but he didn’t care. He glanced over at her friend, whose outfit screamed "nightclub," and understood why she was using a fake name. As for minding, he did. But the cunning Yang Xintian had already forced the issue, pulling a fait accompli by having her friend squeeze in. It wasn’t as if he could kick them out now. It was too late to refuse.
Fortunately, the Bentley’s backseat was quite spacious, so the three of them weren’t crowded.
Yang Xintian, seated in the middle, patted the leather seat. "Luxury cars really are different. This seat is much better than my BMW." She then started wriggling around, as curious as a child. An old saying described her perfectly: she lacked proper posture whether standing or sitting.
"Where are you going?" Sun Dasheng asked, ignoring the hyperactive girl beside him. "To the traffic police station to deal with the accident?"
"No need. The car belongs to a good friend of mine. She’ll handle it herself later," Yang Xintian said nonchalantly.
Borrowing a friend’s car, crashing it, and then making the friend deal with the traffic police? Her friend really drew the short straw having a ’good buddy’ like her.
"Uncle...?" Yang Xintian ventured, trying to ask his name.
"My surname is Sun," Sun Dasheng replied.
"Nice to meet you, Uncle Sun. What’s your relationship with my uncle?" she asked, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
Sun Dasheng reached out and pushed her head away. "We were high school classmates."
"Wow!" Yang Xintian was genuinely shocked this time. She sized up the man beside her for a long moment before speaking. "You two don’t look like you’re the same age. Uncle Sun, you look at least ten years younger than my uncle."
Sun Dasheng simply smiled faintly. "You’d better be careful if your uncle hears you saying that about him."
"Pfft! I’m not afraid of him. At our house, he’s like a punching bag, with no status at all. Anyone can push him around," she said.
Sun Dasheng was a bit speechless. Is it really appropriate to say that in front of me? She really is a thoughtless one.
"Where to?" Sun Dasheng asked again, having lost interest in chatting with her.
"Yuan Yuan and I are going to Cat Bar. One of the world’s Top 100 DJs is playing there tonight, and all my friends are waiting for me," Yang Xintian said excitedly.
"Da Yong, go to Cat Bar."
After instructing the driver, Sun Dasheng leaned back and feigned sleep. It was still some distance to their destination.
The car drove quietly, the only sound inside being the two women whispering to each other.
"Tian Tian, who is this uncle? When did you meet such a rich guy?"
"Hehe... Trying to get information on my uncle? Yuan Yuan, you sly fox, ditch any ideas of seducing him. He definitely wouldn’t be interested in someone like you."
"Tian Tian, you haven’t even let me try. How do you know I’d fail?"
"Come on, Yuan Yuan. Save that flirty energy for some young catch. Rich men his age aren’t so easily seduced."
"Tian Tian, are we still besties or not? Just let me try! Your uncle is rich and handsome—a real prize. Let this horny pig have a go at it," Yuan Yuan pleaded. "I’ll make it worth your while if I succeed."
"What’s in it for me?" Yang Xintian seemed intrigued.
Yuan Yuan leaned close and promised her a long list of benefits.
"It’s a deal then, no backing out!" Yang Xintian declared.
"If I back out, may I be struck by lightning!" Yuan Yuan swore.
The car moved quickly, arriving at their destination ten minutes ahead of schedule. As if on a timer, the feigning Sun Dasheng woke up.
"We’re here. Get out," he said, gazing at the neon-lit bar street outside.
"Uncle Sun, won’t you come in and have some fun with us?" Yang Xintian invited.
"No, thanks!"
The invitation was decisively rejected. Yang Xintian glanced at Yuan Yuan; this wasn’t what they had anticipated. They had hit a "GG" on the very first step.
Just then, several Mercedes and BMWs pulled up to the bar’s entrance, and a crowd of young men and women got out.
"Hey, Tian Tian, Yuan Yuan, you’re here! Perfect timing, let’s hurry inside."
This was the group of friends Yang Xintian had mentioned—all fair-weather friends she knew from her nights out.
"Looks like your friends are here. Go on and join them," Sun Dasheng urged.
Yuan Yuan whispered in her ear, reiterating the promised rewards.
Yang Xintian gritted her teeth and deployed her secret weapon: pestering. Clinging to Sun Dasheng’s arm, she shook it vigorously. "Uncle Sun, please, just come hang out with me for a little while. There are a lot of high-quality women here tonight, you know?"
Seeing him unmoved, she tried a different tactic, attempting to be seductive. Unfortunately, it was all for naught. He remained as unshakeable as a mountain.
"Tian Tian, what are you doing?"
A young man stepped out from the group. He was about six feet tall, handsomely made up, and quite striking. He was apparently one of Yang Xintian’s suitors, and the displeasure of seeing her tugging on a strange man was written all over his face.
"What’s it to you?" Yang Xintian shot back coldly. This kind of pretty boy wasn’t her type.
The others crowded around curiously.
Someone said with schadenfreude, "Yang Wei, your goddess is throwing herself at another man."
"And an older uncle, at that," someone else chimed in.
These were the types who reveled in stirring up trouble for fun.
"I’m telling you, Yang Wei, you should just go to Thailand. You might be more popular as a woman. Then you could give us brothers a good time."
"HAHAHA..."
The crowd erupted in laughter. Who was the narrow-minded fool who said that? Now Yang Wei was in an utterly humiliating position.
"Tian Tian, come with us. What’s so great about this old geezer? Don’t do something rash you’ll regret. You’ll become a laughingstock," Yang Wei pleaded earnestly.
His plea was met with a blunt, "None of your damn business."
At that moment, a red Porsche sports car pulled up, and a young man and woman got out, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"Xiao Shao, Miss Xiang, what brings you here?"
Xiao Shao casually tossed his car keys to the person who rushed up the fastest. "Little Tiger, go park my car. It’s brand new, so if you scratch the paint, you’ll answer to me."
Little Tiger caught the keys, his face full of envy. "Xiao Shao is the real young master! You change cars faster than I change girlfriends. Is this a Porsche 911? Must be over three million, right?"
"Not that much. Just over two million," Xiao Shao said nonchalantly.
Everyone looked on in awe, thinking about how a truly wealthy person speaks. Just over two million, tsk tsk.
"What are you all crowding around the entrance for? Why don’t you go in?" he asked, puzzled.
"Xiao Shao, you haven’t heard. Yang Wei’s girl got poached," someone in the crowd snickered.
"Oh? Now that’s interesting. By who?" Xiao Shao asked curiously.
"Right there. The guy’s a rich kid, too. Drives a Bentley," someone informed him.
Oh! That explained it. What chance did a guy in a BMW have against someone in a Bentley?
He walked over.
Seeing him, Yang Wei was like a man seeing his savior. "Xiao Shao, you have to back me up!"
But Xiao Shao acted as if he hadn’t seen him, walking right past him to the Bentley. He extended an invitation, "My friend, care to join us inside for some fun?"
They were all wealthy; more friends meant more connections. This was a lesson taught by his family—don’t assume all rich kids are brainless. That’s only a small fraction; the majority are far shrewder than ordinary people.
Sun Dasheng hadn’t been interested, but seeing the young man and woman by the car, he suddenly thought this might be interesting. Aren’t this pair the twin children of my damn boss, Xiang Yunsheng?
So he got out of the car and smiled. "In that case, I’ll respectfully accept. Hanging out with you young people makes me feel younger too."
"How should I address you?" Xiao Shao asked, extending his hand.
"My surname is Sun. You can just call me Uncle Sun," Sun Dasheng said with a smile as he shook his hand.
Xiao Shao’s smile was a bit strained. This Uncle Sun’s handshake is way too strong.
"Just call me Xiao Xiang," he said modestly.
"Alright, Xiao Xiang, let’s head in," Sun Dasheng accepted readily.
Releasing his grip, Xiao Shao glanced at the women beside Sun Dasheng and smiled. "Uncle Sun, you’re a lucky man." Then he turned and led his sister into the bar.
Yang Xintian clung foolishly to Sun Dasheng’s arm, walking into the bar with him under the envious gazes of the others.
She was starting to piece things together. Wait a minute! How did I end up looking like Uncle Sun’s little girlfriend?