Car-hailing Driver: Rewards from Complaints-Chapter 43 - 42: The Atmosphere Is All Set—Why Won’t You Accept?

Chapter 43: Chapter 42: The Atmosphere Is All Set—Why Won’t You Accept?

Zhao Yun waved as she walked, smiling happily.

Lin Nanyou immediately felt as if he was on cloud nine.

The rich second-generation kids beside him quickly started flattering Lin Nanyou.

"Young Master Lin, it looks like it’s happening."

"No kidding, there’s no girl in the world who can resist such an approach."

"She was pretending to be pure before, and I actually thought she was innocent. Turns out, she can’t resist Young Master Lin’s charm either."

"Zhang Hengzhi, that bastard actually tried to drug her to win her over, such a pathetic loser. If he had the money to spend like Young Master Lin, he wouldn’t be under investigation right now."

"Haha..."

Lin Nanyou relished the praise from his companions.

In his view, if he didn’t show off and receive others’ praise, then the money his family had would be meaningless.

At this moment, the onlookers were also discussing.

"Wow, English department’s Zhao Yun, the department beauty, even more beautiful than the school beauty Wang Qing."

"If she’s more beautiful than the school beauty, why isn’t she the school beauty?"

"She lost because of her height. Wang Qing is 176 cm, while she’s only 163 cm. Wang Qing’s legs alone are enough to dazzle for a year, naturally it makes a difference."

...

Hearing people say that Zhao Yun was short, Lin Nanyou was immediately displeased.

"What are you comparing for? Why be so tall? To do farm work? 163 cm is just perfect, neither too tall nor too short, perfectly harmonious. A bunch of tasteless losers, still dare to comment on my girl. Damn! All of you shut up, or I’ll pay people to deal with you!" Lin Nanyou threatened.

Most of the students watching came from ordinary families, so they naturally didn’t dare to confront someone like Lin Nanyou, who was driving a Lamborghini.

Yang Chen, who was holding a banner, said, "Bro, are you sure being so flashy will make her like you? She seems to be a more introverted girl, such girls usually have thinner skin and prefer more natural expressions of affection. With such a high-profile approach, she might not appreciate it."

Lin Nanyou sneered and said, "You don’t get it, do you? There’s no girl in this world who can refuse a man who can drive a Lamborghini with one hand. Your so-called ’natural expression’ is just poor people’s way of comforting themselves. For us, time is money, and if we can seal the deal in a day, we definitely won’t drag it out for a year. Got it?"

Yang Chen chuckled, nodded, and didn’t say anything more.

Lin Nanyou’s words could be interpreted as his way of dating quickly leading to sleeping with the girl, and once accomplished, promptly moving on to the next one, not wasting much time on a single girl.

Though it sounded punch-worthy, it was the truth.

Like a certain ’nation’s husband’ who switches girlfriends faster than regular people change clothes.

If a girlfriend lasts a month, that’s considered long, definitely not a year.

Although for ordinary people it may seem dreamy, for some it’s just routine.

As they spoke, Zhao Yun had already walked up close.

Lin Nanyou, holding a bouquet made of cash, was waiting for Zhao Yun to approach him.

But, incredibly, Zhao Yun walked right past him and went up to Yang Chen.

"Sister Yang, you’re here. Why are you helping him with this nonsense?" Zhao Yun complained.

Yang Chen chuckled, saying, "He gave me a few hundred bucks to help hold a banner. I figured it pays better than driving a cab, so I agreed. Don’t talk to me, he’s confessing his feelings for you, go talk to him."

The onlookers suddenly sensed that something wasn’t right, as if a drama was about to unfold.

Lin Nanyou quickly asked, "You two know each other?"

Yang Chen replied with a smile, "I drive ride-shares in the city, and she’s been one of my passengers, that’s how we met."

"Oh... a ride-share driver," Lin Nanyou displayed a confident smile.

Lin Nanyou was driving a Lamborghini, holding a bouquet made of cash, and there were stacks of money scattered on his car seat.

Anyway you slice it, he outdid a ride-share driver.

Originally, Lin Nanyou hoped Zhao Yun would actively approach him, but now he had to take the initiative to confess himself.

"Xiaoyun, I’ve liked you for a long time, be my girlfriend."

Zhao Yun rolled her eyes and said, "How long? You only saw me for the first time last week and then said you liked me. Is your affection that flippant? It’s only been a total of 6 days, and this is only the third time we’ve met, and you’re telling me you’ve liked me for a long time. Do you think I would believe you? I’ve told you, don’t try to treat me the same as those other girls, I’m not interested in it. Spending time on me is unnecessary; you’d be better off trying those methods on girls who care for such things. My family may not be wealthy, but we’re well-off enough, I don’t need to rely on influential figures. Is that clear enough?"

The onlookers were stunned.

What is Zhao Yun saying?

She rejected Lin Nanyou’s confession?

How is this possible!

On the internet, whenever rich kids confessed in schools, weren’t the girls always moved to tears and accepted?

How could Zhao Yun be different from them?

Lin Nanyou quickly asked, "Xiaoyun, what do you mean by what you just said? Did you reject me?"

Zhao Yun nodded and said, "Yes! You’re not wrong, I rejected you. I don’t like someone like you. As long as I have food on my plate, I’ll never consider you. Is that clear enough?"

Damn!

That’s a brutal rejection!

For someone as self-important as Lin Nanyou, it was absolutely humiliating.

As long as there’s food on the table, she wouldn’t take him, is there any harsher rejection than this?

Lin Nanyou was just about to lose his temper when a companion beside him softly started whispering to him.

"Young Master Lin, she might not be able to handle such quick affection, you can’t rush it."

"I think that guy made some sense, maybe Zhao Yun is someone who’s more introverted, she can’t accept this kind of confession."

"Be patient, once you get her, you can take out this high-headed act on her in bed, make her call you daddy."

...

Lin Nanyou nodded, feeling that his buddies had a point.

"Xiaoyun, I’m really sorry, maybe you don’t like this approach. But my feelings for you are genuine, you don’t have to doubt it. How about this, let me treat you to a meal, and let’s spend some time together before we talk about love or not. Is that okay?" Lin Nanyou said.

Yang Chen felt that although Lin Nanyou loved showing off, he still had some basic decency.

Zhang Hengzhi, on the other hand, was truly scum, resorting to drugs when he couldn’t get what he wanted, unbelievably low.

Zhao Yun chuckled and said, "Then you’re wrong, there’s no girl in this world who doesn’t like romance. Every girl who meets her true love will wish the whole world knew about it, so how could she reject such a confession? Ladies on-site, am I right?"

The girls present immediately gave an enthusiastic response.

"Right!"

"Who wouldn’t want such a romantic confession?"

"Absolutely! If the one I loved confessed to me so publicly, I’d be moved for a lifetime. Because the fact that he dares to confess in public means he truly loves me. Only those who don’t love would be secretive not wanting it known."

...

Lin Nanyou was bewildered, and quickly asked again, "Then why won’t you accept me?"

"Because I don’t love you! Isn’t it obvious?" Zhao Yun said disdainfully.

"What? Are you kidding? Am I not handsome enough? Not rich enough? Not flashy enough? Why don’t you love me? Oh, I get it, you’re just shy because there are too many people around, isn’t it?" Lin Nanyou laughed.

Zhao Yun shook her head helplessly and said, "I’ve already said it has nothing to do with the number of people. Alright, I’ll show you whether I’m shy or not."

"Show me? How?" Lin Nanyou asked lewdly.

Zhao Yun rolled her eyes, walked over to Yang Chen, hugged the bewildered Yang Chen, and kissed him.

"Oh..." the crowd exclaimed in astonishment.