The Mercedes-Benz S450L engine was still running, its hum clear in the background.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the young man who had suddenly appeared.

Illuminated by the car lights from behind, his shadow stretched long across the ground. His hands hung at his sides, and his face was calm and composed, though he exuded an unmistakable sharp confidence. He looked like a freshly unsheathed sword, advancing toward Li Jingzhong with an aura that made Li’s brow furrow.

Standing nearby, Zhang Wensheng felt a chill, his breath momentarily stilled. He could never forget this guy—the one who had taken Zhao Yaqian on that road trip. Though he looked different, there was no mistaking that face.

What was supposed to be a fun meal out with his “goddess” was now anything but.

Two “bosses” had suddenly emerged: one driving a 500,000-yuan Mercedes-Benz E300, and the other a Mercedes-Benz S worth more than a million yuan. His Mitsubishi now felt almost laughable by comparison.

And as for the “girlfriend” he’d just mentioned…

A bit flustered, Zhang Wensheng tried not to think it might be Zhao Yaqian.

Li Jingzhong scrutinized the young man with a scowl, his tone serious. “What’s this about? Who’s harassing your girlfriend?”

Tang Song’s lips pressed together. He said calmly, “Don’t remember? We met outside Yizi Beauty Salon before. You harassed her back then, but I let it go. Now Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend, so I’d appreciate it if you kept your distance.”

Tang Song was hardly going to forget this “Mr. Li.” He still remembered the guy’s smug attitude, the honking blue Mercedes, and the comments about “a perfect job for her” and an “offer you can’t refuse,” not to mention how he’d patronized him as a “youngster.”

As Zhao Yaqian looked at Tang Song, his words—“Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend”—repeated in her mind. Her cheeks flushed, and her head felt light, as if she’d had too much to drink.

It was the first time Tang Song had ever called her his “girlfriend,” and the feeling was both strange and incredibly secure.

In her eyes, Tang Song was the only person on the street; everything else seemed to blur around him.

Li Jingzhong squinted at Tang Song for a moment before realization struck. “So it’s you!”

That young guy who had shared skewers with Zhao Yaqian. He’d exchanged a few barbs with him, so he remembered the encounter.

His gaze swept over the S450L and then returned to Tang Song. After years working his way up in the company, he was far from impulsive, always quick to weigh the pros and cons.

Forcing a smile, he said, “You’ve misunderstood. I just saw their car broken down on the roadside and came over to lend a hand. After all, Zhao Yaqian and I are old acquaintances.”

Tang Song let out a sarcastic laugh. “She doesn’t need your help. She’s not that close with you.”

Turning around, he walked up to Zhao Yaqian, gently wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a light kiss on her smooth, soft cheek.

He chuckled, “Why do you smell like cumin?”

Still in a bit of a daze, Zhao Yaqian touched her dampened cheek, finally snapping out of her trance.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I had a starch sausage earlier and accidentally got some on my face. Song, you got here so fast! I just sent you the location.”

“I was already on my way. I thought I’d surprise you at the fried chicken place, but then you said your car broke down, so I came here.”

Her eyes lit up as she gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Song.”

Zhang Wensheng, standing by, clenched his fists, feeling a chill spread through him.

She has a boyfriend… She really has a boyfriend.

Next to him, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu stared in shock at Tang Song and then at Zhao Yaqian.

So this*was Qianqian’s boyfriend?

After giving him a good once-over, they realized he matched the guy who had shown up on her social media before. Except, he looked even better in person—fitter, with more defined features, stylish, confident, with a touch of an elite aura.

Hadn’t Zhang Wensheng said he drove a Wuling van? This was definitely a Benz! And that LV bag? Must be real, then. Lucky Qianqian!

Li Jingzhong’s eyes swept over the couple, a dark look crossing his face. He returned to his car, opened the driver’s door, and slid inside.

With the Mercedes S blocking his side, he reversed, turned the wheel hard to the left, floored the accelerator, and sped away, the blue E300 vanishing into the night.

…

Tang Song turned and smiled at everyone. “Hello, I’m Tang Song, Qianqian’s boyfriend.”

“Hi… I’m Li Yuanyuan, one of Qianqian’s high school friends.”

“Nice to meet you, Song. I’m Jiang Zimu.”

Both girls greeted him quickly, looking a bit awkward.

Zhang Wensheng just opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak.

Du Guangyin, standing nearby, looked at his roommate and couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

His goddess was just too out of his league. Any guy who showed up could crush him, let alone someone like this—a guy with an S-Class Benz.

There’s that saying: “If only I’d had a Benz in my youth, maybe love wouldn’t be a battlefield.”

In a low voice, Zhao Yaqian introduced her friends to Tang Song. “This is Zhang Wensheng, my high school senior. And this is his college friend, Du Guangyin.”

Tang Song nodded at the two.

Jiang Zimu glanced over at Zhang Wensheng, who was leaning silently against his car, and sighed.

Breaking the silence, she said, “Qianqian, you must be starving. I saw you scarf down that sausage. How about we all ride in your boyfriend’s car? Wensheng can wait here for the repairs.”

Li Yuanyuan’s eyes darted around, and she quickly added, “Yes, good idea. I’m starving too. No point in all of us hanging around here.”

Zhao Yaqian licked her lips and nodded. “Song, could you give us a lift?”

“Of course.” Tang Song gave her waist a gentle squeeze. Find the newest release on novｅlfire.net

“Bye, Wensheng, Du~!” “See you!”

“Bye.”

As they watched the group settle into the luxurious Benz, Zhang Wensheng felt completely drained, his head spinning.

The ringtone from his phone snapped him back to reality. He answered—it was the repairman he’d called.

“Yes, I’m just up the road.”

“About 500 meters south, on the west side. White Mitsubishi.”

Soon, a Wuling Hongguang pulled up, and the repairman replaced the battery with swift efficiency. The car started smoothly.

Without bargaining, Zhang Wensheng handed over 390 yuan.

Back in the driver’s seat, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Deep down, he’d known Zhao Yaqian didn’t like him, but he’d thought that maybe, if he kept trying, he could change her mind.

Now that dream was shattered; he knew he didn’t stand a chance.

…

Inside the moving Mercedes.

In the passenger seat, Zhao Yaqian ran her fingers over the leather interior, her curiosity piqued. “Song, is this Mercedes yours, too?”

“Yep. Comfortable, right?” Tang Song glanced over, eyes drawn to her long, bare legs, his hand itching to reach over.

But he held back, mindful of her friends in the back seat.

“It is.” Zhao Yaqian closed her legs and leaned back, realizing she had underestimated Song’s standing.

In the back, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu exchanged glances.

Driving an S-Class at his age, it was clear he was no ordinary person, whether it was his family or himself.

Not to mention, he looked great and had such a confident air.

Watching the blissful Zhao Yaqian, they couldn’t help but feel envious.

Beauty really is a privilege.

With a boyfriend like that, Qianqian didn’t need to do anything—she had a win in life served up to her on a silver platter.