Young nobles of Wuling, east of the Golden Market, with silver saddles on white horses, ride through the spring breeze Chapter 84: The Heiress (1)
At that moment, Fang Yu was oblivious to the complaints of the two, delighting in caressing the car’s interior. Suddenly, the young girl beside him leaned in, exhaling a breath fragrant and warm.
“Hehe, Fang Yu, tell me, am I the first girl to sit in this car?”
He was taken aback.
“Of course. The car just arrived today—you saw it yourself.”
“Hehe, that’s good. Remember me! I was the first, before Qin Lu!”
He rolled his eyes, realizing the girl harbored such thoughts. He couldn’t be bothered with her little schemes now. Elated, he started the 640—the 3.0T engine roared with an unruly surge, its tempestuous sound drawing the attention of many students at the school gate.
“Wow, what car is that? It’s gorgeous!”
“It’s a BMW, I recognize the brand. Not sure about the model, but it looks expensive.”
“Didn’t you see Fang Yu and the others just now? I told you he’s a rich kid. Came to school and opened a milk tea shop, and now there’s talk of him owning an internet café. The car must be a gift from his family.”
“Hmph, what’s so impressive? He’s just living off his parents. Me, I refuse to rely on my family; otherwise, I’d already be driving a Benz.”
“I wouldn’t want a car like that anyway. When I graduate, I’ll get myself a Rolls-Royce.”
“Look, Xia Churan’s in the car too. They really are a couple.”
“What? You’re behind the times! I hear they’re living together now.”
Fang Yu and Xia Churan heard none of these rumors. With a burst of acceleration, the 640 thundered forward.
It was a BMW 640i coupé, hardtop convertible. Fang Yu didn’t lower the roof—too ostentatious, and besides, in such cold weather, only someone renting the car would be so foolish.
Compared to Nanwu, Xianjiang was much drier. A day later, the first winter rain arrived gracefully. The group sat in the internet café, listening to the patter of rain outside the window, occasionally punctuated by laughter and conversation.
“Hey, where’s Zhao Bin?” Fang Yu glanced around the café.
“Zhao Bin went to buy LED strips. He’ll be back soon.” Last time, the café opened in a hurry, and Fang Yu hadn’t had time to decorate much. Zhao Bin, though, was interested in such things, so Fang Yu gave him some money to play around with.
“Alright. Lu Zhen, go to the print shop next door and make some colored flyers. Tell the students, tomorrow is Members’ Day—there’ll be discounts for top-ups. Tonight, we’ll all hand out the leaflets.”
“Okay, I’ll go now.” Lu Zhen nodded and headed out.
Just as Lu Zhen left, the café door swung open again. Zhao Bin entered, visibly disgruntled, rainwater dripping from his hair.
“Hey, didn’t you bring an umbrella? How’d you get soaked?” Fang Yu stood and handed him a box of tissues.
Before Zhao Bin could reply, a girl darted in behind him, her expression lofty as she surveyed the café.
“Hm, this place isn’t bad. Zhao Bin, who’d have thought your internet café is cleaner than the others.”
Fang Yu chuckled; this unfamiliar girl certainly had an impressive tone.
“Enough, I’m going to install the LED strips.” Zhao Bin didn’t bother to look at her, turning towards the upstairs.
“You!” The girl widened her eyes and stamped her foot in anger.
The group exchanged glances, wondering where Zhao Bin had found such a feisty character. Fang Yu studied the girl carefully—her attire was clearly high-end and unique, a Cartier watch gleaming on her wrist. She was most likely from a wealthy family.
“Hey, isn’t that Shen Molan?” Xia Churan stood up.
The girl named Shen Molan paused, surprised to find someone who recognized her. She glanced around and saw Xia Churan smiling at her, immediately feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Huh? Senior, you’re here too?”
“Yes. Didn’t you know?” Xia Churan was surprised as well; half the school knew about her and Fang Yu.
“I rarely go out. If my car hadn’t broken down today, I’d never have come to this snack street in my life.” Shen Molan shook the rain from her shoes with obvious distaste.
“You two know each other?” Fang Yu looked at the girl beside him.
“Yes, sort of. Shen Molan is a freshman in your year, in the art department.”
Shen Molan took a deep breath, wandering around the café. After a while, she turned back.
“Whose 640 is parked at the entrance?”
Fang Yu was surprised—not many girls could recognize that car. He nodded and stood up.
“It’s mine. Is something wrong?”
“Impressive, you have good taste. Are you the owner here?” Shen Molan spoke with an air of mystery.
“He’s Fang Yu. Haven’t you heard his name?” Xia Churan quickly explained.
Shen Molan pondered for a few seconds before nodding.
“Oh, I think I’ve heard it. He’s your boyfriend, right?”
A blush crept across Xia Churan’s face, but she nodded defiantly.
“Yes, that’s right. How do you know Zhao Bin?”
At the mention of Zhao Bin, Shen Molan huffed angrily.
“Hmph, if my convertible hadn’t broken down today, I wouldn’t have asked him for help.”
Fang Yu and Cheng Chen exchanged glances—so this girl had a convertible? That was remarkable; in such a large school, they’d never heard of any girl driving a convertible herself.
“Hey, you brought your car here?” Xia Churan seemed to know something.
“Yes, taking taxis is too inconvenient. By the way, Senior, when did your café open?”
“It’s been open for over half a month. Want to hang out?”
“How much per person?”
“All sorts—one fifty, two, two fifty, overnight for eight.”
Shen Molan nodded nonchalantly, pulling a wallet from her small bag and counting out a thousand yuan, which she handed to Xia Churan.
“Senior, help me top up a membership card.”
Fang Yu glanced deeply at Shen Molan, then headed upstairs. Zhao Bin was busy affixing LED strips.
“Damn, where did you meet such a rich girl? She spends money so freely.”
“Pfft, that girl’s nuts. I was out buying LED strips, saw a pink Z4 with its convertible stuck. You know I love tinkering with machines—the mechanism is pretty much the same, so I fixed it for her. But she insisted on paying me, like she was looking down on me!” Zhao Bin rolled his eyes and continued his decorating.
“Huh? You went on the electric scooter?” Fang Yu had bought a large electric scooter for the friends who couldn’t drive.
“Yeah, what else? I don’t make enough to afford driving lessons.”
Fang Yu nodded thoughtfully—no wonder the girl wanted to pay him, she must have mistaken Zhao Bin for a handyman.
As Fang Yu chatted with Zhao Bin, Xia Churan bounded upstairs, smiling as she linked her arm through his.
“Hehe, Fang Yu, I asked around—looks like Shen Molan has a crush on Zhao Bin!”
“What nonsense. It’s just fixing a convertible, no need for such drama.” He glanced downstairs in confusion.
“Don’t bother, she’s gone already. Listen, you’re not allowed to fall for her, got it?” The girl tightened her grip on his arm, pouting.
“Why would I? Girls with princess attitudes aren’t my type.” He laughed, patting her head.
“Shen Molan’s family is loaded. I heard last semester, she had private bodyguards escorting her to school.”
“Come on, what rich family’s daughter would study here?”
“It’s true. Her father’s in real estate—very wealthy.”
Fang Yu burst out laughing, patting Zhao Bin’s shoulder.
“Nice going, buddy. Looks like you’re headed for the top. Maybe I won’t need to pay you anymore—you can live off her from now on.”