"Clack," Lin Yan's phone slipped from the bed and landed on the floor.
Su Mojin was still in her pajamas, looking incredibly alluring, and Lin Yan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
He noticed his wife had become increasingly bold these past few days and decided she needed a good lesson.
As he moved closer, before Su Mojin could even pinch Lin Yan's face, he flipped over, pinning her beneath him, and then kissed her.
"Mmm~"
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The next morning, Lin Yan and Su Mojin, dressed neatly, got out of the RV.
The RV was leaving today, and they couldn't keep occupying someone else's spot. As for whether they had eaten, they hadn't, but Lin Yan had done almost everything except the final act.
It was a joke; even though the RV was expensive, what if it wasn't soundproof? Lin Yan would have lost out big time.
Stepping out of the RV, Su Mojin looked at Lin Yan with a hint of resentment. Last night, she had seen her boyfriend's true colors – wicked and lecherous, making her use... Never mind, she felt shy just thinking about it.
Holding Su Mojin's small hand, Lin Yan walked contentedly towards his parked car outside the racetrack.
He had another Lamborghini Veneno parked there, which would serve as his transportation for the next few days.
There were fewer people at the racetrack entrance today. The remaining lower-tier races didn't have the same spectacle as the top-tier ones, so fewer people were expected.
After getting into the car, Lin Yan first checked the navigation to confirm the location of the Augusta 4S store. He stepped on the gas, and the Lamborghini Veneno roared to life, speeding down the road.
Today, Lin Yan planned to buy a street bike. Yes, a street bike. Lin Yan had always favored sportbikes, but the reason for buying a street bike was simply that its appearance was too stunning, so captivating that it moved Lin Yan.
With a screech of brakes, the Lamborghini Veneno stopped in front of the Augusta 4S store.
The stylish scissor doors opened, and Lin Yan and Su Mojin stepped out. The handsome man and beautiful woman naturally drew many eyes, but what drew even more attention was the Lamborghini Veneno behind them.
Lin Yan wore sunglasses because he was here to buy a car today, while Su Mojin was in her usual high ponytail, dressed in casual wear. Wearing a skirt wouldn't be suitable for practicing today.
Su Mojin now mostly wore a single ponytail; twin ponytails made her look less mature and might be inconvenient for attending various events with Lin Yan.
However, this was only when they were out. At home, things might be different.
Upon entering the Augusta store, the distinct artistic ambiance of Augusta immediately enveloped them.
Lin Yan had always held Augusta in high regard, not for any other reason than its coolness.
A racetrack bike definitely needed to be fast, but could a normal person frequently ride on a racetrack? The answer was no, so coolness was a significant factor for many buyers. Appearance was justice, and Lin Yan was no exception.
The bike Lin Yan wanted to buy was right in the center of the showroom, very conspicuous. Alongside it were several other liter-class sportbikes from Augusta.
As soon as they entered, two Augusta sales representatives approached. They first bowed slightly to Lin Yan and Su Mojin before speaking.
"Sir, Madam, what model are you looking for?"
This service attitude was absolutely top-tier in the industry.
"That one," Lin Yan pointed to a display. Following Lin Yan's gaze, they saw a super beast in a red and black color scheme parked there.
The two sales representatives were stunned for a moment, then exchanged glances.
Unlike the low-slung body of a race car, the bike Lin Yan pointed to had no windshield, and its overall racing style leaned towards street riding. It was clearly a street bike.
The Augusta Rush 1000 could be described not just as a motorcycle but as a work of art, which was the charm of Augusta's craftsmanship.
There was a saying that Augusta didn't build cars, but art pieces, and it wasn't false. Lin Yan agreed; while Ducati showcased nobility to the extreme, Augusta embodied elegance to its essence.
Being called the Rolls-Royce of the motorcycle world was indeed fitting.
"Certainly, sir, please follow me!"
After a moment of hesitation, one of the sales representatives spoke.
After payment and signing the contract, Lin Yan received the car keys. However, he didn't plan to ride it in Country A; he would have it shipped back to China.
He briefly spoke with the sales representative, left an address, and then pulled Su Mojin along, preparing to leave.
"Like it?"
Although Su Mojin tried to hide it well, Lin Yan still saw her staring blankly at a particular bike when he turned around.
"No!"
Su Mojin shook her head. She just thought that bike looked nice.
"And that one, let's buy that one too."
Lin Yan turned to the sales representative and took out the card he had just put in his pocket.
"No, I don't like..."
Before Su Mojin could finish speaking, the two had already swiped their cards at lightning speed. Lin Yan handed it over quickly, and the sales representative swiped it just as fast.
The sales representative thought, "Great, another commission."
Lin Yan glanced at the bike. It was an Augusta F3, a 798cc sportbike. Su Mojin couldn't ride it yet, so they would ship it back to China first.
Lin Yan wasn't surprised that Su Mojin liked it; both Ducati and Augusta models were very popular with women.
After buying the bikes, Lin Yan prepared to lead Su Mojin out of the store.
However, at that moment, a man in a suit and tie, dragging a woman, rushed in from outside.
"Hey, is that F3 still available? I want it."
The man shouted loudly as soon as he entered, paying no attention to his image.
This scene first stunned a few people in the store, and then a sales representative stepped forward.
F3? Wasn't that the bike Lin Yan had just bought for Su Mojin?
Lin Yan frowned. The sales representative went to negotiate with the man, seemingly saying the bike had already been sold.
Lin Yan ignored them and pulled Su Mojin towards the exit.
After some negotiation, the man learned that the bike had been bought by Lin Yan and walked directly towards Lin Yan with quick steps.
He soon reached them and was stopped by Li Wei.
"Hey, buddy, I'll pay double the price. Can you let me have that bike? I have an urgent matter!"
The man's face was kind, his attitude sincere and swift, while he simultaneously soothed the woman beside him.
"Baoli, don't worry, I'll buy it for you right away."
If this person hadn't been dressed so respectably, Lin Yan might have mistaken him for a street punk when he first entered.
"Not interested!"