Zhou Wang gazed out the car window at the scenery of this small southwestern town, feeling a bit nostalgic for a moment.
He returned once or twice a year, so it wasn’t really a long absence, but this time, his mood was completely different.
They say returning home wealthy is like wearing fine clothes at night; Zhou Wang originally thought he wasn’t that conventional, but at this moment, he found his emotions slightly stirred...
The same deep-seated attachment to one’s homeland flowed in his Huaxia blood; who wouldn’t want to see the pride on their parents’ faces, who could reject the genuine admiration from family and relatives...
After all, it was one of the milestones along his road to success...
At this moment, Jiang Qingkui had also finished her phone call, only her expression towards Zhou Wang was somewhat peculiar.
"My mom went out, but... my dad’s at your house."
"That’s quite a coincidence?"
Zhou Wang was also momentarily stunned.
He had asked Jiang Qingkui to make the call, initially thinking that since he was having lunch with his parents, Jiang Qingkui might as well visit her parents too. Unexpectedly, her father had directly gone to his house instead, which, well... was rather convenient.
"Yeah, so no need to drop me off first, just go straight to your place."
Jiang Qingkui said and instinctively smoothed her dress skirt.
In fact, the creases from Zhou Wang’s nap had long been smoothed out, but the lingering numbness and warmth on her thigh still made her somewhat uneasy.
Zhou Wang didn’t expect that Jiang Qingkui would actually silently allow him to nap on her lap the whole way—
Originally, Zhou Wang just wanted to test the effects of the "Charming Aura," but because Jiang Qingkui’s legs were so soft and comfortable, he ended up really falling asleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was just before they left the highway.
However, neither mentioned this, as if nothing had happened...
Zhou Wang’s neighborhood was south of Jing City, just four or five intersections from the highway toll station. It surprised Miao Ying, who hadn’t spoken much along the way, that all the lights were green from the highway to the neighborhood...
Zhou Wang also noticed and naturally thought it might be due to the "Divine Fortune Halo," which provided a slow and steady stream of little luck...
Unfortunately, it only lasted for seven days.
Eight minutes later, the Mercedes G-Class drove into the gate of the Nanjiang Garden neighborhood.
Regarding which car to drive home, Zhou Wang didn’t really have much choice.
The Ferrari was immediately ruled out, not because of concerns about being too flashy, but because if it went to the countryside on its low chassis, it wouldn’t last long before breaking down...
The Bentley Continental GT had to be ruled out too; it didn’t have enough room.
The Audi A8 felt too old-fashioned, so only the Mercedes G63 was just right.
Moreover, in small towns, the big Mercedes was actually more practical, saving Zhou Wang a lot of unnecessary conversation.
For example, upon seeing the Mercedes G-Class, the security guard lifted the gate without asking any questions. When Zhou Wang offered him a cigarette, the guard seemed quite flattered.
Under Zhou Wang’s direction, as Miao Ying drove inside, the Mercedes G63 attracted quite a few residents’ eyes, with a remarkably high rate of double-takes.
"Mr. Zhou, I can’t find a parking space."
At this moment, Miao Ying mentioned.
"Just park by the entrance to the block, we’re moving some things, just pull over a bit to the side."
Zhou Wang pointed to the empty spot below and casually said.
In his impression, neighborhoods like this weren’t so particular; as long as you’re not blocking the way, it was fine.
After the car was parked, the three of them got out and looked at the heavily loaded trunk. Zhou Wang, who hadn’t paid attention earlier, was also slightly surprised:
"Qingkui, did you buy this much stuff?"
Of course, going home required bringing gifts. Without a particular idea in mind, Zhou Wang let Jiang Qingkui handle it, as there wasn’t a fixed budget. Zhou Wang simply gave Jiang Qingkui a supplementary card.
It seemed it ended up being deducted by hundreds of thousands, but Zhou Wang clearly underestimated these amounts’ ability to purchase regular gift items.
"Never mind, I’ll have my parents come down to help."
Zhou Wang pulled out his phone to call his dad.
After a brief explanation, Zhou Dajun hadn’t come down yet, but his head first popped out from the fifth-floor balcony.
When he clearly saw the "big vehicle" beside Zhou Wang, Zhou Dajun’s expression froze, and a startled voice echoed over the phone.
"Son, the car you drove back is... a Mercedes?"
"Mercedes? What Mercedes?"
Before Zhou Wang could reply, he heard another slightly muffled voice, and another head popped out from the balcony.
"Whoa!"