By the ti they left Max Mara, Zong Rui had on a new, cal-colored teddy bear coat.
He’d seen Tao Siyao wear one before and thought it looked quite nice.
It was only now, buying one with Zong Rui, that Qi Sheng found out the price.
Jeez, a single coat was 30,000.
But it did look absolutely stunning on Zong Rui.
You really needed to be over 168cm tall to pull off this kind of coat.
Otherwise, it would look awful.
And at 175cm, Zong Rui was a natural clothes horse.
The temperature in Chengdu was dropping, and Zong Rui had been wanting to buy a new coat anyway.
But she had never dared to consider buying from a major brand like Max Mara.
In just over three hours,
they had blown through a full 500,000.
Zong Rui was gaining a deeper and deeper appreciation for the joys of having a rich boyfriend.
While she wasn’t at the point of buying luxury goods like they were groceries, she definitely didn’t feel the sting of the expense too much.
Add to that the million-yuan luxury watch and the 2.4-million-yuan rcedes G-Wagon Qi Sheng had given her. Then there was the 500,000 in luxury clothes and bags from that afternoon, plus 600,000 in spending money.
In just two short days, Qi Sheng had spent 4.5 million on her.
The figure left Zong Rui speechless.
If she were still going by the employnt contract Qi Sheng had her sign,
she would have had to save for seven or eight years—without eating or drinking—to make that much.
But now, all of it was hers with effortless ease.
And this was in Chengdu, which was only a second-tier city.
4.5 million was more than enough to buy a large, 200-square-ter flat.
On the way ho, Zong Rui sat in the passenger seat, busy editing photos.
Qi Sheng had one hand on the G-Wagon’s steering wheel, his left arm resting on the open window fra.
While waiting at a red light, a BMW 5 Series in the next lane lowered its window.
In the passenger seat, a young woman who was an 8/10 pointed to her QR code, asking if Qi Sheng would add her on WeChat.
Qi Sheng glanced at the guy driving, whose face was livid.
But the guy didn’t dare get angry, and Qi Sheng couldn’t help but sigh at the sight.
In front of a G-Wagon, won naturally wouldn’t give a BMW a second look.
"I have a girlfriend."
Qi Sheng pulled Zong Rui toward him and leaned down for a quick kiss.
"Hey, I’m busy editing my photos."
Zong Rui, not yet realizing soone had been trying to hit on her man, shot Qi Sheng a playfully annoyed glare.
The young woman in the passenger seat of the BMW next to them awkwardly put her phone away.
Just a single glance had been enough to make her feel inadequate.
The beauty in the G-Wagon’s passenger seat wasn’t just prettier than her; her figure completely blew her out of the water.
The guy in the driver’s seat, on the other hand, couldn’t look away.
’What did I just see?’
’Were those volleyballs?’
’Holy shit, that lucky bastard!’
As the light turned green, Qi Sheng stepped on the gas.
The V8 engine instantly burst forth with surging power,
leaving the BMW 5 Series far behind.
Without Qi Sheng to distract her, Zong Rui quickly finished editing her social dia post.
She took the photos she’d snapped before getting in the car—the trunk overflowing with designer shopping bags, the exquisite Van Cleef & Arpels Pont des Amoureux watch, the flashy red G-Wagon—and arranged them all in a nine-photo grid.
For the center picture, she chose a photo of the two of them that she had spent a long ti deliberating over.
In it, she was pouting, leaning her head against Qi Sheng’s shoulder, while he smiled at the cara.
Very quickly, the likes on her post broke 99 .
Having been a fitness coach for several years, Zong Rui hadn’t even noticed how many friends she had on her list.
Many were clients who had bought classes back in the day, and she had simply forgotten to delete them.
"I’m f*cking crying. Damn you, rich boy, give us back our goddess Zong Rui!"
"It’s true, beautiful won can never escape being snatched up by so rich kid. Goddess Zong is no exception, but hey, at least it’s better than her ending up with so old geezer."
"Ruirui, your boyfriend is so handso! He even gave you a G-Wagon? Isn’t that thing over 2 million?"
"So jealous, Ruirui! Bring your boyfriend along soti, let’s get together when we have ti."
Classmates and forr colleagues she hadn’t heard from in ages all chid in with comnts.
So offered congratulations, others expressed envy.
In the past, her social dia was mostly just pretty selfies.
From now on, she could post more about her boyfriend.
As for all the wailing simps, their suffering was none of her concern.
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