After hitting the road in the Maybach, Chen Cheng was feeling more confident than ever.
Even the taxis that usually stick right on your bumper were keeping a safe distance today.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Feng Biao looked at Chen Cheng, who was lovingly touching the steering wheel, and joked, "How about it? Want one for yourself?"
Chen Cheng, caressing the steering wheel and looking at the emblem mounted on the hood, said, "Before driving one, I wanted to. Now that I've driven it..."
"What about now?"
"It's like when we go for a foot massage; the most thrilling moment isn't when she opens the door holding the box, but when you first hear the high heels at the door and she gently knocks."
"Dude, you really went all out!" Feng Biao adjusted his seat, speaking with envy, "Who knows when we could switch to a car like this!"
"Forget Maybach, even if I could switch my Corolla for that 5-series behind us, I'd be happy!" he continued.
Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Soon."
"Stop bullshitting, we know each other too well, no secrets, who are you trying to fool?" Feng Biao laughed and cursed.
On their way, the serene melody from the Burmester Audiosysteme flowed inside the car, making Chen Cheng's emotions rise and fall with the rich bass.
The two arrived near Nanjia Street.
Chen Cheng parked the car in front of the Meiwo Trading Company, Feng Biao looked around and said, "Why are we here?"
"Picking up your wife from work." Chen Cheng smiled, "We're going for dinner at the noodle house tonight."
Upon hearing this, Feng Biao perked up, "That's the spirit! Saving a meal! My dream of owning a 5-series just got a tiny bit closer!"
Chen Cheng opened the car door, "Swap seats!"
"Sure thing!"
Since they were picking up his wife, Feng Biao naturally took over the driving.
Standing by the Maybach, Feng Biao smoked and chatted intermittently with Chen Cheng.
Liu Ying, finishing work, came out with her colleagues and was slightly taken aback to see Feng Biao and Chen Cheng.
After graduating, Liu Ying had worked her way up to a junior managerial position over more than seven years at the trading company.
Everyone knew that Liu Ying's husband worked in car rentals, so the sight of the lavish Maybach didn't surprise her as much.
Instead, there was just envy and jealousy.
"Yingzi, your husband is really sweet, always picking you up! Unlike my hubby, who knows nothing about romance!" a senior colleague next to her said enviously.
Exhausted from a day's work, but managing a slight smile, Liu Ying replied, "I told him not to come, really!"
"Oh, you two have such a great relationship!" her colleague sighed deeply, "Then take your time."
"Sister Zhang, have a good evening too."
After greeting her colleagues, Liu Ying sprinted towards them like in a 100-meter dash.
Leaning against the car door, Feng Biao waved at her, "Wife, over here!"
"Dacheng!"
To everyone's surprise, Liu Ying bypassed Feng Biao and smacked Chen Cheng with her briefcase, "What have you been so busy with lately? Haven't seen you around at all!"
Chen Cheng grinned and replied, "Just keeping busy!"
"I heard from Biao Zi that you broke up with Zhang Qianqian?" Liu Ying asked, genuinely concerned, having been classmates for six years.
"Whoa, you spilled my secrets to Yingzi?" Chen Cheng said, pretending to be upset.
Feng Biao put an arm around Liu Ying's shoulder, "Of course! I never keep anything from Yingzi!"
"It's fine, one goes and the next comes!" Liu Ying laughed, "There are plenty of young girls at my company, I'll introduce you sometime!"
"Wife, no need to worry about that."
Liu Ying blinked, "Got someone new?"
"How could that be! Is Dacheng the kind to revisit past affairs?" Feng Biao raised his eyebrows, "He's caught Sister E's eye!"
Liu Ying was quite surprised, "Ah? Sister Yingzi!"
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Chen Cheng said with a smile: "Come on, Yingzi has cooked, let's go eat."
Liu Ying's curiosity was burning more and more, even after getting into the car, her head was still turned towards Chen Cheng in the back seat.
"Dacheng, did you confess to Sister Yingzi?"
Chen Cheng, leaning against the headrest in the back, said with an embarrassed smile: "Yingzi, we are almost thirty, who still plays with confession?"
"You men really have no sense of romance at all!"
Glaring at Feng Biao, who was still driving without speaking a word, Liu Ying huffed: "Have we stopped confessing at thirty? Besides, we are only twenty-nine!"
Feng Biao chimed in, "Dacheng, no offense. Even though Yingzi and I have been married for seven years, I still kiss her every morning and say goodbye!"
"Drop dead!" Liu Ying slapped Feng Biao's arm.
"Ow~" A cry of pain followed.
Liu Ying pondered for a while, "Actually, I think you and Sister Yingzi could give it a try. Everyone has known each other for about ten years, and we all know what each other is like."
"Besides, if you start dating someone now, isn't it for marriage?" she retorted.
Those words rendered the two men in the car speechless.
Chen Cheng changed the topic, "So... Shu Biao, should we drink a little tonight?"
"Definitely need a drink!"
"Then we'll return the car to the dealership, and you shouldn't drive your Corolla," Chen Cheng said: "Just take my car."
Feng Biao quickly helped out, "Sure!"
Liu Ying, with her hands on her hips, said, "Stop beating around the bush with me! Chen Cheng, tell me the truth, what do you think of Sister Yingzi?!"
"Just friends."
Right as Chen Cheng finished speaking, Feng Biao slammed on the brakes, bringing the Maybach to a halt.
Big beads of sweat instantly appeared on Feng Biao's forehead, and Liu Ying, facing away, would have hit the windshield if not for her seatbelt.
Chen Cheng, with one hand pressed against a small screen in the back, asked in confusion, "Biao, what's going on!"
Liu Ying was also quite shaken, "Biao Zi! What's the matter?!"
Feng Biao unbuckled his seatbelt while saying, "Damn, the car in front just slammed on the brakes!"
"Did it cause a rear-end collision?" Liu Ying was most concerned about this.
"Doesn't seem so..."
At this moment, the driver of the Mercedes C260 also hurriedly got out of the car.
Feng Biao, of course, got out immediately to check things out.
Sitting in the back seat, Chen Cheng recognized the familiar face, "Is it her?"
"Hey, beauty, did you finance this road? Braking whenever you please!" Feng Biao examined the front of his car.
Tong Jialu was also startled and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir! I don't know what happened, but the car's system suddenly went blank! I panicked and stomped on the brake!"
Seeing that the two were arguing and the other party was a beauty driving a Mercedes, Liu Ying hurriedly got out of the car, "What's going on?"
Tong Jialu saw the woman who came down from the passenger side and hastily explained the reason again.
Chen Cheng, still in the car, clearly watched all of this unfold. After pondering for a moment, he also got out of the car.
"Manager Tong?"
He stood at the rear door for three seconds, making sure Tong Jialu noticed him before he walked over.
Tong Jialu came back to her senses and took another look at the two people in front of her.
Feng Biao, dressed in a suit with a towering physique and measured movements, made her instantly conclude he was Chen Cheng's driver and bodyguard.
And Liu Ying, with her ponytail neatly tied back and a briefcase in hand, she mistakenly took her for Chen Cheng's assistant.
Tong Jialu frowned, glanced again at the shiny emblem on the front of the car, and a thought struck her, "Wait! Is Chen Cheng's car a Maybach?!"