"Dad!"
Zhou Wang and Jiang Qingkui shouted simultaneously.
Only Jiang Qingkui’s expression seemed slightly helpless...
Dad, your mouth is hanging open, that makes me feel really awkward, you know?
The two heads on the balcony were stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled back. Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell. Coming down were not only Zhou Dajun and Jiang Jiaxing, but also Zhao Guihua, who ran down upon hearing the commotion.
She was holding an unpeeled potato, which made Zhou Wang feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Is that really a Benz!"
The most surprised was Jiang Jiaxing, who couldn’t even speak to his own daughter and went straight to the Mercedes G63, eyeing it up and down.
People of their generation couldn’t recognize so many flashy models; even an E300 was considered a big Mercedes to them, let alone the more imposing G63.
"Wang Wang, is this your car?"
Zhao Guihua didn’t know cars, but she knew this one must be expensive, so she hesitated to get too close, asking dumbfoundedly.
Hearing his mother call him by his childhood name, although Jiang Qingkui and Miao Ying didn’t show any reaction, Zhou Wang felt a bit embarrassed.
If he had any childhood traumas, this somewhat shameful nickname was definitely one of them.
Because it sounded like "Woof Woof," his childhood friends often called him "Doggy," and that’s how he ended up with the nickname "Brother Dog."
Growing up, under Zhou Dajun’s guidance, his mother rarely used his childhood name anymore. She probably forgot at this moment.
"Yes, it’s mine, bought it about ten days ago."
Facing five pairs of questioning eyes, Zhou Wang nodded with a smile.
Huh, why five people?
Zhou Wang blinked, finally noticing the lady from the first floor, who had somehow brought her grandson along to watch the excitement.
"Zhou Wang, does this car cost around two million?"
Jiang Jiaxing recalled seeing a similar model in a Mercedes showroom the day before, with a seven-figure price tag that he could only look at from afar.
His family was doing all right in Jing City and could afford it if they drained their savings, but who in their right mind would spend their entire fortune on a car!
"Uncle Jiang, the two million or so you’re thinking of is likely the Mercedes G500. This is the Mercedes G63, which is about 3.5 million out the door."
Zhou Wang explained with a smile.
"Over three million?!"
This exclamation wasn’t from Jiang Jiaxing but from Zhou Wang’s dad. As for Zhou Wang’s mom, she hadn’t quite absorbed the news yet...
"Wang Wang, where did you get so much money..."
Zhao Guihua quickly asked, frightened.
Her expression was a mix of confusion and hidden excitement—not because she doubted her son had done anything illegal. In fact, even if Zhou Wang had indeed made his fortune unlawfully, a parent’s first thought would be to find ways to cover it up for him...
Clearly, that was exactly what Zhou Dajun was thinking.
He stopped Zhao Guihua from asking further questions, waving his hand, "Let’s go upstairs first, we’ll talk at home!"
"Yes, yes, let’s go home first!"
Zhao Guihua quickly agreed.
Jiang Jiaxing said nothing but evidently agreed. Only then did he notice Jiang Qingkui, wearing a professional suit that made her look drastically transformed.
At this moment, Zhou Wang was already inviting the two elder Zhous to help carry things, and he certainly wasn’t going to just stand by, especially since his own daughter was helping...
Jiang Jiaxing, filled with questions, could also only swallow them for the time being.
The six of them carried up everything from the trunk together, and since there was so much stuff, they had to make two trips to bring it all up.
Interestingly, the lady’s middle school-aged grandson from the first floor also helped out under her instruction.
This scene made the elder Zhous and Jiangs quite annoyed.
Just a moment ago, when their car was parked, the lady had complained until they moved it, but when Zhou Wang parked his car there, she not only said nothing but also cheerfully directed her grandson to help...
After everything was moved, Zhou Wang held out his hand to Jiang Qingkui, who pulled out two hundred yuan from her bag. After taking it, Zhou Wang handed it to the boy.
"Wishing you great success in your studies!"
"Oh, no, that’s not necessary..."
The lady symbolically refused three times but ultimately let the boy take it, feigning helplessness.
"Thank you, brother!"
The boy politely offered his thanks before heading downstairs with the beaming lady.
...
A few minutes later, in the living room of Zhou Wang’s home.
Everyone sat down except for Miao Ying, who stood slightly apart.
"Hey, young lady, why don’t you sit too?"
Zhao Guihua, still unclear about Miao Ying’s identity, assumed she was a friend or classmate of Zhou Wang and quickly invited her to sit.
Miao Ying shook her head, looking a bit lost at Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang, knowing she was consciously keeping her distance, appreciated it and didn’t insist, smiling, "Ying Tao, make yourself comfortable; you can sit in the dining room too."
Miao Ying breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and headed to the dining room.
"What is she..."
"Mom, never mind her for now, I’ll explain later."
Zhou Wang waved his hand, "Let’s take things one at a time."
At this point, Uncle Zhou took a deep breath, regained his calm demeanor, and started, "Zhou Wang, tell us, what’s going on?"
"Dad, Mom, take a look at this first."