"So... Uncle, when did you buy a car?"

On the highway, inside a Bentley Continental GT, Chen Xi was sitting in the back seat, puzzled.

"I didn't. Why would I buy a car for no reason?" Yan Feng shook his head and laughed. "It's my boss's, the clumsy big sister you've met. We needed to go somewhere a bit far today, so I borrowed it."

Chen Xi felt uncomfortable upon hearing this, shifted her position, and glanced at the car's interior, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes. "But I remember that woman wasn't driving this car last time."

"She usually doesn't drive this one," Yan Feng continued. "She doesn't really need it, and besides, she has that other car you've seen before. She says that one looks better and is easier to park without getting scratched."

The young girl in the back seat frowned, a sense of instinctive wariness flashing through her mind, and she subconsciously asked, "Does she really not drive this car often?"

This question truly stumped the man. Yan Feng thought back carefully. It seemed that after Gu Qing bought this car, she complained that it wasn't good-looking and tossed the keys to him, only occasionally asking him to play chauffeur in special situations.

"Indeed." Yan Feng nodded. "She doesn't like it much, so she gave it to me to use. But since our home is close to the company, I don't really need it either."

"So you can use it as you please?"

"Uh... seems like it, but I always let her know beforehand when I use it. But why are you asking? Little Xi, are you planning a trip somewhere?"

Chen Xi bit her lip, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes. "No..."

Bought it but didn't want it, gave it to him to use freely—how is that different from giving him a car?

It's infuriating...

But... but I don't have any capability...

Chen Xi sneaked a glance at the man sitting in the front seat, sighed inwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Do you like this car a lot?"

"Of course not!" Yan Feng replied almost without thinking. "The main thing is that woman doesn't care about gas money, and this car guzzles gas like crazy. You know how much gas costs per liter now..."

"So... is she really rich?"

"Who?"

"Your... female boss..."

"Oh, you're talking about her," Yan Feng swallowed and nodded. "She's indeed wealthy. I don't know what her dad does... But her money is her own business, no matter how much she has. It has nothing to do with us, right?"

"Our money has always been ours!"

Hearing this, Chen Xi's eyes flickered in the back seat. After a long moment of daze, she nodded vigorously, happily saying:

"Yes!"

After the joy, the young girl's mood brightened considerably. Looking at the scenery outside the window, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "By the way, Uncle, you haven't told me yet, where are we going today?"

"To see a doctor." The man hesitated, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"See a doctor? What's wrong with you!?"

Upon hearing this, the young girl's eyes widened, her face full of worry. Her hand reached out from behind toward the man's body, but as if realizing something, she slowed down until she stopped, then slowly withdrew, clenching into a tight fist.

"Is... is there something wrong with your health?"

Silence fell between them. Chen Xi worried about the man's health, while Yan Feng worried about whether the young girl could accept it.

"I'm fine..."

The man thought for a moment and ultimately decided to tell the truth, but fearing Chen Xi might reject it, he explained tactfully:

"Uh... we're going to a place where there's a very nice and skilled auntie who will... uh... chat with you... yes, just chat..."

Seeing the resentful look in the rearview mirror, Yan Feng felt guilty and could only look forward as he continued:

"You don't need to feel pressured. Just treat her like an older friend. You can talk to her about anything that's bothering you, anything you want to chat about... hehe..."

"I'm not sick."

Chen Xi's gaze turned cold, her face slightly angry, easily seeing through the man's indirect expression, hitting the nail on the head.

"I didn't say you were sick," Yan Feng's mouth twitched. Seeing his lie exposed, he could only say helplessly, "It's just... really just going to chat with that auntie, very simple."

"Little Xi, just do me this favor, and I'll buy you something delicious later, okay?"

Chen Xi said nothing, hugging her shoulders, slightly angry.

When you're just trying to make great content at bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

Her point of anger was quite strange. It wasn't because Yan Feng brought her to see a doctor, nor because he thought she had a problem, but because Yan Feng actually thought that the feelings she had developed for him could be so easily erased?

Ridiculous!

However... this might not be a bad thing...

The young girl turned her head, looking at the gradually stopping street scene, then a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, wild and obsessive.

Getting out of the car, she followed Yan Feng into a seemingly ordinary shop, but the interior decor gave a refreshing feeling.

The green and white main colors paired with a minimalist style, even the chairs were specially designed, presenting an overall sense of soft beauty in the lines.

But Chen Xi only felt these things were trash.

As the two walked into the shop, a middle-aged woman with round glasses was sitting inside, reading an e-book while sipping coffee.

Seeing someone come in, she put down her reader, stood up, and greeted, "Hello, I assume you two are the guests for this afternoon? Let me introduce myself, my surname is Xu, I'm a bit older than you, you can call me Sister Xu or Aunt Xu."

Yan Feng nodded, but he was slightly surprised. It was said that the woman was already over 50, yet she still looked young, at most in her 40s...

Indeed... she seemed to understand psychological adjustment well, like going to the hospital and seeing a sweaty doctor with a receding hairline, instantly putting one at ease.

"Yan Feng," the man introduced himself, then stepped aside to reveal Chen Xi behind him. "This is my chil—"

"Girlfriend," the young girl interrupted.

Yan Feng's brow furrowed sharply, turning to look at her, scolding coldly, "Little Xi!"

But Chen Xi didn't care, instead staring back intently, saying word by word, "Sorry, I just remembered wrong. Now, I'm his fiancée."