After taking her clothes out of the dryer, Miduo acted on some unknown impulse.

She changed right there in the living room, in front of Qi Sheng, without a hint of shyness.

But Qi Sheng’s reaction was lukewarm. He wasn’t impatient like last night, when he looked like he wanted to devour her whole.

The more he acted this way, the more indignant Miduo felt.

"I’m leaving."

Miduo’s mind was a mess. She had no idea how to handle her relationship with Qi Sheng.

’End it? But I can’t bear to.’

’Don’t end it? But that would be letting down the one at home.’

"Do you need a ride?"

Qi Sheng asked casually, with the same polite tone he used with Tan Hua’s colleagues.

"Yes!"

Miduo glared at him, her voice unconsciously rising in volume.

Originally, she hadn’t planned on letting Qi Sheng drive her, to avoid being seen by anyone she knew.

But seeing him act as if she was nothing special, she suddenly felt the urge to make things difficult for him, to vent her frustration.

"Alright."

’Heh,’ Qi Sheng chuckled inwardly, completely confident in his ability to handle Miduo.

’Even the most mature women are prone to getting emotional.’

’See? He hadn’t even really tried, and he’d already gotten her all worked up.’

’Whether it’s anger or happiness... as long as you can cause emotional fluctuations in a woman, it’s hard for her to forget you.’

All scumbags were masters of this kind of ploy.

Piss a girl off, then give her a little surprise.

Once a girl experiences that kind of emotional rollercoaster, it’s hard for her to forget.

...

After leaving the apartment, they went down to the underground garage.

Two of his three parking spots were already occupied.

Last night, Miduo and the others had witnessed the famous scene of Qi Sheng giving Tan Hua a Porsche Cayenne.

They had even filmed it and posted it online, where it generated quite a bit of buzz.

The combination of a luxury car and a beautiful woman was just too eye-catching.

At the time, Miduo had watched the blissful-looking Tan Hua with eyes full of envy.

Living in a 12 million yuan mansion, driving a 1.7 million yuan Cayenne.

Wearing a 1.7 million yuan Roger Dubuis watch and a 120,000 yuan Cartier nail bracelet.

Her clothes and bags were all the latest from LV.

You could say Tan Hua’s lifestyle—her food, clothes, home, and transportation—was the ultimate dream for any girl.

As she got into the car, Miduo hesitated for a moment.

In the end, she chose to sit in the passenger seat.

Before last night, she had always been a person with a strong sense of propriety.

Otherwise, she never would have been able to stand out among the fiercely competitive sales associates to become a store manager.

"Remember to call the housekeeping service later and have them clean the whole room."

Miduo recalled the messy bedsheets and reminded Qi Sheng, forcing down her embarrassment.

If Tan Hua came home and saw them, she would definitely discover her illicit affair with Qi Sheng.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of all that."

Of course Qi Sheng wouldn’t make that kind of mistake.

Before they left, he had already notified building management.

He’d asked them to arrange for a cleaning service to tidy up the apartment.

Silence fell in the car again. Miduo stared at the diamond ring on her hand.

At that moment, the ring seemed exceptionally glaring.

"Aren’t you taking me to the store?"

Miduo realized Qi Sheng wasn’t driving toward the International Gold Center.

Instead, he had pulled up to the Ferrari showroom on South Railway Station West Road.

"Just help me buy something first. I’ll take you to National Gold afterward."

Qi Sheng turned off the engine and got out of the car.

’Whatever. I’ll just treat it as a way to clear my head.’

After deceiving herself a little, Miduo finally felt a bit better.

"Mr. Qi, I’m Xiaoli, the sales consultant who contacted you yesterday. You can just call me Lili."

Xiaoli recognized the handsome Qi Sheng at a glance and greeted him with a particularly enthusiastic smile.

After adding him on WeChat yesterday, she had seen his incredibly lavish daily life on his Moments feed.

Before work today, she had even taken extra care with her appearance.

But she never expected this rich, handsome man to bring a woman with him.

"The car I wanted is in the showroom, right?"

Qi Sheng didn’t bother with pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"Of course! This way, you and your wife, please. It was quite difficult for our dealership to acquire one that’s in stock."

"We’ve already had several interested customers inquire about the price. If you really want it, you’ll need to make a decision soon."

Xiaoli said with an eager smile.

A man who drives an RS6... his financial means spoke for themselves.

Besides, as a car salesperson, she could tell with a single glance.

That RS6 was loaded with luxurious options, bringing the final price close to 2 million.

At that price point, you could add a little more and get an entry-level McLaren.

And yet, Qi Sheng had bought this RS6.

It showed that this young heir was not only rich, but also willfully extravagant and had good taste.

"I’m not his wife."

Hearing Xiaoli call her that, Miduo felt an instinctive flicker of joy.

But then she saw the diamond ring on her hand and, overcome with guilt, quickly denied it.

"Oh... my apologies. Let’s go look at the car."

’Weird,’ Xiaoli thought, a little suspicious. ’This lady was clearly happy about it.’

’Why did she suddenly look so down and vehemently deny her relationship with the rich guy?’

Qi Sheng, however, wasn’t surprised by Miduo’s reaction.

Even with the system’s help, they had only been intimately acquainted for a single day.

’Next, all I have to do is wait patiently.’

’Miduo will come running to me on her own.’

In the center of the showroom, a dazzling red 488 Pista gleamed, bathed in sunlight.

Often, all it takes is a single moment for a man to fall in love with a car, or a woman.

One of Qi Sheng’s dreams in his past life had been to one day drive a Ferrari.

To pick up a pretty girl with long legs and go for a cruise, revving the engine through the city streets.

"Mr. Qi, this model is the 488 Pista. ’Pista’ means ’track’ in Italian, signifying that this car was born for the racetrack."

"The V8 engine, visible through the transparent rear cover, has also won the ’International Engine of the Year’ award for three consecutive years."

Xiaoli’s tone was full of pride as she spoke.

"Compared to its predecessor, this Pista version of the 488 has even more formidable performance."

"It’s equipped with a 3.9L twin-turbocharged V8 engine, with a maximum output of 720 horsepower."

"It goes from zero to 100 kilometers per hour in just 2.85 seconds, and zero to 200 in only 7.6 seconds."

"Its top speed is a terrifying 340 kilometers per hour. In terms of performance, it completely crushes the ’little bull’."

As she said this, Xiaoli couldn’t resist taking a jab at their rival, Lamborghini.

Qi Sheng just smiled without responding.

Although the engine was a turbo, it still retained Ferrari’s unique sound.

It wasn’t overly ostentatious, but it definitely commanded respect.

Xiaoli continued, "Unlike the track versions of other sports cars, the 488 Pista doesn’t have an outrageously styled spoiler on the rear. Instead, it integrates aerodynamic elements directly into the body’s design. This improves aerodynamics while maintaining a sense of beauty."

As Qi Sheng listened to Xiaoli’s introduction, his gaze swept admiringly over the car’s minimalist interior.

The Alcantara-wrapped dashboard and seats, the carbon fiber door panels and center console—all iconic Ferrari designs.

Everything was driver-centric, creating that unique Ferrari racing feel.

Seeing Qi Sheng’s expression, Xiaoli knew the young heir had been captivated by the Ferrari’s looks.

"The base price for this 488 Pista is 4.08 million. This one has 830,000 in optional extras.

After adding purchase tax, insurance, and other fees, the total on-the-road price comes to 5.5 million.

The dealership will cover all registration and handling fees."

Qi Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly, but then quickly smoothed out.

"Alright. Prepare the contract."

It was a little over his budget, but who was he to argue? He had the means.

Qi Sheng stopped hesitating and decided to claim the first Ferrari of his life!

He had a Ferrari now; a Lamborghini would naturally follow.

Qi Sheng wasn’t a die-hard fan of any single brand.

All the luxury car brands were his type.

"Excellent. If you and this lady would please follow me to the reception room, I’ll prepare the purchase contract for you immediately."

Xiaoli’s gaze toward Qi Sheng grew as gentle as water.

’A man this handsome who can casually drop over five million on a car... his wealth is terrifying.’

’If Qi Sheng really took a liking to her, she wouldn’t work this crappy job for another minute.’

In the reception room, the service was impeccable, with tea and water served promptly.

All sorts of imported fruits, nuts, and other snacks were brought out as if they cost nothing.

Even the showroom owner wouldn’t dare to look down on a young heir who could spend over five million on a car.

Let alone mere employees like them.

As Xiaoli filled in the key information on the contract, she asked respectfully, "Will you be paying in full?"

"Yes, in full."

Qi Sheng took out his Diamond Card.

It had a credit limit of 5 million, which he immediately maxed out.

Then he charged the remaining 500,000 to his China Construction Bank debit card.

And just like that, this flashy red 488 Pista became his beloved car.

As for pressure, there really wasn’t much.

At the beginning of next month, the system would award him another 25 million.

Qi Sheng was slowly getting used to the joy of having more money than he could spend.