Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 15: Qin Long is Qin Shao!

"Who are you?"

At that moment, Qin Long slowly walked over, supported by Tang Xuewu.

"Damn it! Qin Long, why are you everywhere? Can you stop posturing?" Wang Ming pointed at him and howled with laughter.

"Qin Long, don’t do anything rash," Tang Xuewu frowned, signaling with her eyes for him not to make a scene.

"Haha, look at this broke loser."

"He actually thinks they’re here for him. He should take a good look in the mirror!"

"Exactly! Just a disabled, stupid dog!"

Seeing the crowd’s mockery, Wang Ming’s laughter grew even more unrestrained.

But when the woman with the graceful figure saw Qin Long, she jogged right over to him.

"Young Master Qin, this is your custom supercar!"

BOOM!

Wang Ming looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and the surroundings fell deathly silent.

Was this really Qin Long’s doing? Could the "Young Master Qin" the woman mentioned actually be *him*? Tang Xuewu’s poor, crippled fiancé?

"So, who’s the stupid dog now?" Qin Long looked at Wang Ming and sneered.

Wang Ming gritted his teeth, speechless for a moment.

"You must have the wrong person, right?" Qin Long asked the woman, still confused.

"How could that be? I am Su Hong, the general manager of Aston Martin in Jiangzhong," she said. "The recipient is indeed you, Mr. Qin Long! The payment has already been received!"

Su Hong bowed respectfully to Qin Long and gestured toward the limited edition Aston Martin One-77 behind her.

The pure white Aston Martin was dazzling, drawing everyone’s gaze. Many of the young women in the crowd had already started screaming.

The area once again fell into a dead silence, so quiet that you could almost hear every single heartbeat.

The super-luxurious Aston Martin One-77, worth fifty million!

Custom-ordered by Qin Long? How is that possible?

Wang Ming was stunned speechless, and the crowd around him was petrified.

Tang Xuewu’s beautiful eyes widened, her mouth agape.

How could Qin Long possibly afford such a luxurious car?

Tang Xuewu searched Qin Long’s face for an answer, but he just looked calm and composed, as if he really had bought it himself.

"Young Master Qin, would you like to inspect the vehicle?" Su Hong asked with a deeply respectful smile on her face.

"No need. I trust your company’s reputation," Qin Long replied with a faint smile.

I have no idea who sent me this supercar, but it sure feels great to slap everyone in the face with it.

"Thank you for your trust, Young Master Qin. Here are the car’s keys, documents, and my business card. Please call me directly if you have any issues."

Su Hong bowed respectfully to Qin Long again, then returned to the helicopter, waved, and departed.

The fifty-million-yuan Aston Martin supercar remained parked where it was. Even as the roar of the helicopter faded into the distance, the area remained deathly silent.

Compared to the fifty-million-yuan Aston Martin, Wang Ming’s million-yuan Porsche suddenly lost its luster. There’s always someone richer, and always a better car. The fiery red Porsche now seemed utterly dull and drab.

"Long, what on earth is going on?" Tang Xuewu finally regained her senses and questioned Qin Long sternly.

"That Porsche is too gaudy," Qin Long said, scratching his head and smiling at Tang Xuewu. "This white sports car suits you better."

"Long!" Tang Xuewu was completely baffled.

The onlookers were consumed with envy, their mouths snapping shut—especially those who had looked down on Qin Long with contempt. They felt as if they had been slapped hard across the face.

"Damn, is this kid a hidden scion of a super-rich family?"

"That can’t be right. Rumor has it he’s a complete loser. How did he suddenly get so rich?"

"Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe this cripple is the young master of some powerful family? Why else would Tang Xuewu, the number one beauty in Jiangzhong, be taking care of him?"

"Hey, your analysis makes sense! That sapphire and the Porsche combined aren’t even worth one of the Aston Martin’s tires!"

"Wang Ming thought he could win the girl over with a million-yuan Porsche and a sapphire ring, but her fiancé casually pulls out an Aston Martin worth fifty million. That’s hilarious!"

The crowd instantly began to jeer at Wang Ming. His face turned beet red with fury, and his body trembled. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Qin Long, you’ve got guts! Just you wait! Xuewu can only marry me," Wang Ming gritted his teeth and huffed, stomping away in a rage.

The more a woman rejected him, the more he desired to possess her. He was determined to make Tang Xuewu his.

"Wait!" Qin Long pointed at the red Porsche and sneered. "Take your trash with you!"

"You!"

Wang Ming clenched his fists, tossed the sapphire ring into the car, and angrily swatted the roses away, sending petals flying. Then he floored the accelerator and sped off.

The crowd erupted in laughter before reluctantly dispersing.

"Whew!" Tang Xuewu let out a deep breath, a great weight finally lifting from her heart. Regardless, she was grateful for Qin Long’s help today. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known how to deal with that man. For the first time in many years, Tang Xuewu felt protected by a man, and the feeling warmed her heart.

"Alright, let me help you home," Tang Xuewu said, supporting Qin Long as they prepared to leave.

"Xuewu, what about our car?" Qin Long asked, nudging his chin toward the Aston Martin.

"Long, Wang Ming is gone. You can stop pretending now. You don’t have to hide it from me."

Tang Xuewu couldn’t help but glance at the Aston Martin before letting out a helpless sigh. So many wonderful things are simply out of my reach.

"Xuewu, what do you mean?" Long asked, looking utterly baffled.

"Qin Long, I’ve taken care of you for three years. I know exactly how much money you have," Tang Xuewu said, pointing her delicate chin at the Aston Martin with a small smile. "You don’t have to lie to me, Long. Did you borrow this from Mrs. Zhao?"

"No, it’s not," Qin Long immediately replied, waving his hands.

"At first, I thought you had rented it," Tang Xuewu said, shaking her head in resignation. "But there’s no way you could afford the rental fee. It must be borrowed."

"Fifty million? I can afford that easily!" Qin Long said, taking her hand with utmost sincerity. "And that Deep Blue series sapphire ring? If you like it, I’ll buy it for you, even if it costs one hundred million. It’s no big deal."

"Alright. Show me ten yuan right now," Tang Xuewu said, her lips curling into a faint, smug smile.

Qin Long was rendered speechless, then dumbfounded. He didn’t have any cash on him. Not even a dime.

"I can buy the sapphire ring with my Golden Dragon Bank card!" Qin Long quickly pulled out the glittering gold card.

Of course, Tang Xuewu didn’t believe him and simply started helping him walk home.

Qin Long looked on helplessly.

"Long, after all these years, I know you well. We may be poor, but we shouldn’t get carried away with unrealistic dreams.

"Some things just aren’t meant for us. We shouldn’t try to force it. You don’t need to do all this just to please me."

Tang Xuewu’s beautiful eyes shone with resolve.

It won’t be for long. These are just material possessions, easy to obtain. I will give you everything you want. I will make you the happiest bride in the world.