261: 250 261: 250 “If someone told me every day that they’d pay any price I asked, I’d probably have become China’s richest man by now.”
“500,000?
Why don’t you just go rob someone?” the woman exclaimed.
“Do you think your sister isn’t worth 500,000?” Song Yun said with a cold laugh.
“You’re not showing any sincerity, so stop wasting my time and go back to Yu Hang to fish.”
“Three million,” the woman stated, staring at Song Yun.
“Four million five hundred thousand.”
“Four million,” the woman said through clenched teeth.
“That’s my final offer.
You know I’m not that rich, and I have to register this amount when I get back.”
“No problem, write the check,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
He didn’t like putting people in tough spots.
“After all, isn’t it nice for everyone to step back a bit and have fun together?”
“I hope you will keep your promise,” the woman said as she handed Song Yun the check.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely leave Xiaoqing,” Song Yun said with a grin, hand propped against his head.
“But what if Xiaoqing doesn’t want to leave me?
You know she’s living next door to me, and as someone who’s kind-hearted, I can’t help but offer assistance if she needs it.
You’re making this difficult for me.”
“Hmph, you lured my sister in with that slick tongue of yours, didn’t you?” the woman said with a cold laugh.
“Take a look at your check—there’s no signature.
You can’t withdraw any money from the bank with it.”
Song Yun looked and saw that she was right.
Damn, this girl’s tactics were a match for his own, both selfish and harmful.
What if he had not checked and had been duped by her?
“Let’s not waste words.
You come with me.
As long as you meet the standards I set, I’ll tell you about my conversation with my sister today.
How about that?” the woman challenged.
If you asked who Song Yun favored the most in the courtyard, it would have to be Xiao Qing.
She was soft and timid, keeping everything to herself and never wanting to trouble others.
Girls like her made men feel competent, so they tended to be more lenient toward them.
They’re the so-called “soft girls,” but there are exceptions who only pretend to be soft.
They’re the ones known as “green tea bitches.”
The so-called green tea bitch has long flowing hair, claims to be naturally beautiful but actually wears subtle makeup.
They play the part of being harmless and unbreakable, appearing to lead a quiet, trouble-free life, yet they have larger ambitions than anyone.
They bat their innocent-looking eyes at men, and even though they appear weak, they are anything but.
They are moderately attractive, posing as artistic young women, spouting literary, artistic, and political sentiments to win men’s admiration.
They proclaim their heartaches and resolve while carrying chaotic personal lives and histories of infidelity or being the other woman.
But is Xiao Qing like that?
Song Yun could definitively say, no, Xiao Qing’s fragility was innate, not an act like those green tea bitches.
“You lead the way in your car, and I’ll follow in mine,” said Song Yun calmly.
Deep down, he was eager to learn about the conversation between the woman and Xiao Qing.
Ever since their talk, Xiao Qing seemed emotionally off—a fact she wouldn’t explain, which worried Song Yun.
“Your car can compete with mine?” the woman scoffed.
“We’re in for something exciting, and your car simply won’t do.
It looks shabby, reflecting poor character and bad taste.”
“Who says so?
I spent several million on it,” Song Yun muttered.
This woman had no taste; his car was the epitome of understated luxury with substance, something a woman wouldn’t understand.
“It’s because you spent millions on that junker that you seem to have bad taste.
You’re just playing the fool to catch the wise, which is pretty desperate,” the woman said, curling her lip.
Now that the woman had put it so bluntly, Song Yun gave up the idea of getting his own car and jumped into hers.
Once inside, he compared the interior and the engine noise unfavorably to his car.
It was obviously a shoddily modified wreck.
He thought this to himself with dark humor.
“Hmph, a country bumpkin,” the woman said dismissively as she restarted the car after seeing the curiosity in Song Yun’s eyes.
“What do you plan to do with me?
You’re not taking me to some grand banquet by the sea, are you?
I want you to know I have zero interest in that—unless you’re the main attraction.
Then I might take a look.” Song Yun said with a sly grin.
“Seeing you blush, that’s not really the case, is it?
Haha, how thrilling.”
“Shut up,” the woman snarled, her face dark with anger and eyes blazing with fury.
“Say one more word, and I’ll throw you into the sea.”
“Ah, that wouldn’t be good,” Song Yun said sheepishly, then widened his eyes and laughed at the woman as she continued to drive.
“Women are always so contradictory.
Just now you said you’d throw me into the sea if I spoke another word, but how many words have I spoken since then?
Certainly dozens, if not a hundred.”
Unable to bear Song Yun’s teasing tone any longer, the woman slammed on the brakes, and the car, worth millions, screeched to a halt like a dog eating shit.
If Song Yun hadn’t fastened his seat belt when he got in, he would have been thrown against the windshield.
“That’s murder,” Song Yun said angrily.
“I’m getting out, you crazy woman.”
As soon as he spoke, the car took off again.
It was one of those vehicles with quick acceleration, reaching top speed in four seconds.
Before Song Yun could unbuckle his seat belt, the car was smoothly underway again.
The woman turned to look at him with curiosity.
“I thought you wanted to get out.
Why are you still sitting there?”
This damn woman was really pushing his buttons, was she not?
Unscrupulous to the point of frustration.
Seeing Song Yun’s ashen face, the woman laughed and said, “Men, they talk as if they’re just farting in the wind.
You listen, but that’s about it.
If you took men’s words for gospel truth, the world would be done for by now.”
“Stop the car; I want to get out,” Song Yun said, taking a deep breath to quell the anger rising in his chest.
“This is my car.
I’ll stop when I want and keep going if I fancy,” the woman retorted, stopping the car with a squeal.
“See, I’ve stopped.”
Before Song Yun could react, the car started up again, and the woman giggled.
“And now I’ve started again.
So as it stands, you’re on my turf with no say in the matter.”
“Are you provoking me?” Song Yun asked with narrowed eyes and a cold smile.
“So what if I am?
You can’t just punch me now, can you?
Aside from not being very gentlemanly, one punch from you could end in tragedy for us both.” The woman seemed fearless, continually taunting Song Yun.