This made Han Yanqian even more unwilling to accept. Why did a girl like Jiang Mo, aloof and ethereal, end up being a gold digger? Why couldn’t he come up with eight million?
So, when he met Sisi that night, Han Yanqian naturally blurted out, expressing his pain and describing Jiang Mo’s "fall from grace."
After venting, Han Yanqian almost forgot about it. So, he was a bit puzzled as to why Sisi suddenly contacted him.
Sisi: "Qian, can you do me a favor~"
Han Yanqian: "Whatever you need, just say it!"
Sisi: "Um... can I borrow a hundred thousand from you?"
Han Yanqian raised an eyebrow but responded calmly, "Sisi, are you in some kind of trouble?"
Sisi (voice message): "Ah, it’s quite urgent, Qian, please help me, okay? I’ll pay you back as soon as possible~"
Listening to this made Han Yanqian’s heart stir, "It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but we barely know each other. Why would I do something with no guarantee?"
Sisi (voice message): "Qian, there’s no way I would let you suffer a loss. Don’t worry, as long as you lend it to me, I’ll agree to one of your requests!"
As she said this, Sisi even sent a photo, where she was only wearing lingerie, showing off her well-shaped figure.
Han Yanqian enlarged the photo for a while before replying, "This photo doesn’t really show if it’s you."
There was a pause from Sisi’s end before she sent a short video. Han Yanqian eagerly clicked on it. Sure enough, it was Sisi’s selfie, posing alluringly. However, what puzzled Han Yanqian was that despite Sisi’s heavy foundation, he seemed to see some suspicious bruises on her face...
But Han Yanqian clearly didn’t care about that. He just typed, "Still hard to see... Your lingerie is a bit distracting, how about you take it off?"
Sisi went silent again, before sending a voice message with a hint of anger, "Are you messing with me?"
"How is this messing? Business needs sincerity, right? How about this, let’s meet first. Are you in Ming City? I’ll book a room and send you the address."
"I’m in Beidou now, how about... you help me book a flight? I really have no money left..."
"Forget the flight, how do I know if you’ll come looking for me after you fly back. Maybe... I can book you a train ticket?"
Han Yanqian chuckled at Sisi’s words. Last time he saw her, she was dressed in fancy clothes, more expensive than his. How could she not afford a plane ticket, who’s she fooling?
This time, Sisi fell into a long silence. After a few minutes, she finally sent a sixty-second-long voice message.
When Han Yanqian clicked on it, the sharp voice startled him, nearly making him drop his phone.
He couldn’t catch most of it, but vaguely heard Sisi mention "Jiang Mo," and the last words were almost through gritted teeth, "Han Yanqian, you won’t die a good death."
By the time Han Yanqian wanted to reply something, he discovered Sisi had deleted him.
Being deleted didn’t bother him too much, as he got a free "perk" video out of it. He was just puzzled why she mentioned "Jiang Mo."
Shaking his head, Han Yanqian leisurely lit a cigarette for himself, enjoyed the saved video once more, then stood up and called out to the two mechanics who had arrived, telling them to prepare.
After sitting for another half hour, Han Yanqian heard a car honk at the factory entrance.
Knowing the client had arrived, he quickly went out to greet them. Sure enough, a silver Porsche 718 rolled in, driven by a young acquaintance of his.
Changing to a friendly face, Han Yanqian hadn’t even greeted him when another car arrived at the factory entrance.
Han Yanqian was a bit stunned, because it was a white Lamborghini Huracan, commonly known as the Lamborghini "baby bull"...
The reason for his surprise was simple. There seemed to be no reason for such a supercar, with a base price over three million, to appear at his run-down little repair shop.
The owner of the Porsche 718 came because it was cheap, half-lured there by Han Yanqian.
The Lamborghini paused at the entrance, and a young man peeked out to look at the shop sign. After confirming, the Lamborghini drove in slowly.
As Han Yanqian stood there dazed, another car followed the Lamborghini inside, a Lamborghini Urus, another multi-million luxury vehicle...
Behind the two Lamborghinis was a seemingly full Mercedes-Benz van, followed by a mid-sized trailer hauling a beat-up Wuling Hongguang.
This spectacle puzzled Han Yanqian, but a sense of foreboding inexplicably arose within him.
Soon enough, Tang Yiming climbed out of the stopped Lamborghini, glanced at Ruan who got off the Urus, and chuckled while shaking his head, "Ruan, I told you I could handle this myself. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival today, why aren’t you out networking and giving gifts, and instead, you’re here getting mixed up with me?"
"What if you can’t handle it? You volunteered, but if it ends up with us losing face in front of Brother Dog, that’d be embarrassing..."
"Bullshit, if I couldn’t handle such a little thing, I’d be a fool for being up and organizing since eight!"
As Tang Yiming laughed and cursed, the Porsche 718’s owner hesitated before tentatively speaking up, "Are you... Tang Yiming, Brother Tang?"
"And who are you?"
Tang Yiming raised an eyebrow, looking over.
"Oh, oh, my dad’s Liu Guangrong, I once dined with you while following him..."
The 718’s owner hurried over with a sycophantic smile.
"Oh, I vaguely remember..."
Tang Yiming offered a faint smile, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"I’m here to get my car fixed..."
"Are you close with this owner?"
"Um, not really, just met not long ago."
"Then go somewhere else for repairs, this place has bad feng shui, and getting repairs here may cause problems."
"What? Hey, hey!"
The 718’s owner was initially dumbfounded and after realizing, his face changed slightly. He glanced at Han Yanqian, who still didn’t grasp what was going on, and quickly jumped in his car and dashed off in the 718.
It was then that Tang Yiming turned to the confused and apprehensive Han Yanqian, asking cheerfully, "Are you the dog called Han Yanqian?"