Lin Chen walked into the BMW 4S dealership, looking at each car on display, feeling an unreal sensation in his heart.

Just a few days ago, he was worried about whether he could continue his education, and now, surprisingly, he was casually picking out his own luxury car at the BMW 4S dealership.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the promise he made to Zhao Xiaowen, to take her for a drive in his car, never expecting that day would come so swiftly.

Witnessing Lin Chen step into the 4S dealership, the sales staff at the bar glanced at him once and then resumed their own conversations.

This was a BMW 4S dealership, after all, and judging by Lin Chen's attire, he didn't seem like someone who could afford a BMW, so none of the staff were willing to waste their efforts on him.

It was then that a young and beautiful saleswoman approached with enthusiasm and said, "Sir, are you looking to buy a car?"

"Mm," Lin Chen nodded.

The chatting sales staff scoffed at Lin Chen and whispered disdainfully, "Tian Jing is so foolish. Just look at him; he's clearly a pauper here just for window-shopping, wearing clothes that scream street stall—how could he ever afford a BMW?"

"Yeah, I hate these types of people the most. They ask a bunch of questions and, in the end, just slap their butts and leave, a total waste of time," another salesperson commented in a low voice.

Their voices were soft, but Lin Chen could hear them very clearly.

Unperturbed by the others' comments, Tian Jing stopped by a BMW 325 and introduced with a beaming smile, "Sir, this basic model of the 325 is very affordably priced."

Lin Chen sneered internally, glanced at the BMW 325 before him, shook his head, and interrupted Tian Jing, "This model is a bit low-end. Do you have anything more high-end?"

"Sir, do you find this car too cheap?" Tian Jing asked, somewhat shocked as she looked at Lin Chen.

In truth, Tian Jing didn't believe Lin Chen could afford a BMW either, but since he had come through the door, she was simply fulfilling her duty as a salesperson.

"Hmm, what models do you have above one million?" Lin Chen asked indifferently.

"One million!" The other sales staff, upon hearing Lin Chen's words, were shocked and their eyes widened.

Cars above one million could earn them a commission of tens of thousands. The salespeople began to regret not having served Lin Chen immediately, allowing Tian Jing a chance to snag a juicy bonus opportunity.

However, one of the sales staff snorted coldly, "Anyone can pretend to be rich. I don't believe he can actually afford a car worth a million."

"Tian Jing is such a naive girl, easy to fool. This kid, dressed in street stall clothing, how could he be wealthy? He must be looking for an excuse to flirt," another salesperson observed with disdain.

Hearing the soft murmurs of the staff, Lin Chen's eyebrows twitched, and he pointed at a BMW 740 on the display, "That one, I'll pay with a card."

"You're really going to buy it?" Tian Jing could never have imagined that the shabbily dressed Lin Chen had so much money.

"Yeah, that's the one," Lin Chen handed over his card to Tian Jing.

"Okay," Tian Jing accepted the bank card jubilantly and turned to process the purchase for Lin Chen.

Seeing that Lin Chen was truly settling the bill, the faces of the few sales staff turned somewhat unsightly.

No matter what, they had not expected this young man, clad in street stall clothes, to buy a car worth over a million without even blinking an eye.

The waiter who had just mocked Lin Chen now approached with a beaming smile, "Sir, I'm the top sales consultant at the BMW 4S dealership, here's my business card."

Lin Chen took the card, glanced at it, and said, "Your name is Li Fang?"

Li Fang, delighted that Lin Chen had taken her card, said softly in a coquettish tone, "Yes, if you want to buy a car in the future, you can come to me. I have connections with the supplier, and you can get a few percentage points off."

Watching Li Fang actively chat up Lin Chen, the other waiters were so vexed that they stamped their feet, cursing themselves for not having thought of currying favor with the young tycoon.

"Oh, a few points off, huh? But I'm not short on cash, and I really dislike animals who judge people by their appearance," Lin Chen said, and then he threw her business card into the trash can.

"You!" Lin Chen's dismissal left Li Fang's face flushed with anger, but Lin Chen ignored her and walked straight up to Tian Jing.

"By the way, in a few days, I'm planning to order a BMW sports sedan, I'll come back to you then," Lin Chen said to Tian Jing with a smile.

"Sure, thank you for your patronage, sir." Tian Jing hadn't expected the young man to be so wealthy; the commission from this car sale alone was worth several months of her salary.

Lin Chen drove off in the BMW, and the other waiters gathered around Tian Jing. One who had earlier said that Lin Chen couldn't afford a car remarked, "Jing, you have such a keen eye, who would've thought he was a rich bloke."

"Exactly, I think he's quite interested in you. Don't let him slip away; maybe you could marry into wealth!" another waiter said enviously.

Tian Jing's cheeks turned pink as she stared in the direction where the BMW had disappeared, wondering if she could become the girlfriend of this young man. But would he even take notice of her?

Lin Chen drove straight to the Little God Chef's Private Kitchen to pick up Zhao Xiaowen for a drive, but not long after he started driving, his phone rang.

Checking the caller ID, Lin Chen saw an unfamiliar number. Upon answering it, a chilly voice came through: "Lin Chen, your girlfriend is with me. If you want her to live, come to the warehouse in the southern suburbs alone in half an hour."

"Is this Du Wei?" Lin Chen quickly recognized the voice.

"Right, it is I. Oh, by the way, your girl is quite the looker. I've already drugged her. If you don't make it in time, you know what will happen!" The voice then broke into a hysterical laugh before the call was disconnected.

"Bastard!" Lin Chen cursed and U-turned towards the southern suburbs.

In a dilapidated warehouse webbed with spider silk in the southern suburbs, Du Wei hung up the phone and approached Zhao Xiaowen, who was tied to a column.

"You jerk, what the hell are you up to?" Zhao Xiaowen felt a burning heat throughout her body, her cheeks and neck flushed red.

"What am I up to? You're out of luck picking Lin Chen as your boyfriend. Today I'm going to ruin him and then ravage you in front of him. I'm sure it'll be quite the show," Du Wei said with a sinister chuckle.

"You jerk, being Lin Chen's girlfriend is the happiest thing in my life. You'd better let me go, or Lin Chen won't let you off," Zhao Xiaowen spat angrily.

"Haha, I know he's impressive, but since you're in my hands, he'll have to surrender obediently. You are the key piece in my plan to kill him," Du Wei said coldly, blowing a smoke ring at the tied-up Zhao Xiaowen.

Hearing Du Wei's words, Zhao Xiaowen broke into a cold sweat, knowing Lin Chen would never ignore her safety.

"I'm not Lin Chen's girlfriend. I barely know him; he won't care about me," Zhao Xiaowen cried out in panic.

"Haha, he will, because he's already on his way. Don't worry; I'll treat you both very well, you dog couple," Du Wei said with a proud laugh.