Chapter 941: Chapter 941: The Only Privileged Car

Li Qiao tilted her body, leaning on Shang Yu’s shoulder, and repeated, “Drive over.”

Liuyun hesitantly looked at the rearview mirror, seemingly seeking the man’s opinion.

In the passenger seat, Luoyu stretched his legs, impatiently urging, “Just drive.”

Liuyun floored the accelerator, the car sped up towards the main road.

Half a minute later, the vehicle was stopped by a roadblock.

Liuyun didn’t dare to look back; he could only tilt his head to look at Luoyu, his eyes slightly provocative, as if saying ‘You want to drive?’

At this moment, Shang Yu adjusted his sleeves and leisurely looked at Li Qiao, teasing in a deep voice, “Break through?”

Li Qiao smirked, just as she was about to roll down the window, a black bulletproof car swiftly approached from the distance.

The bulletproof car braked sharply in front, a short honk sounded, and the police personnel responsible for blocking the road rushed over, quickly moving the roadblock aside without a word.

As the three cars drove through in sequence, the police personnel placed their right fists against their chests, bending forward in a formal greeting.

With the bulletproof car leading the way, all subsequent blocked roads were completely unobstructed.

Liuyun surreptitiously glanced at the rearview mirror, puzzled yet reluctant to ask more questions.

Such a high status in Myanmar for Glory Tan Sri?

Exempt from road restrictions and even saluted by police officers, this treatment is comparable to royalty!

Moreover, the bulletproof car clearly symbolized an elite status, with license plate number: K312.

…

On the other side, having seen off Li Qiao and Shang Yu, Su Moshi pulled Wu Minmin back into the living room, “You’ve got guts, huh?”

“What guts?” Wu Minmin thought he meant the bulletproof car and retorted with a stiff neck, “The car belongs to Qiaoqiao anyway, having Ah Da send it back is for her convenience here.”

She paused, pouting before adding, “The only privilege car in Naypyidaw, might as well use it.”

Su Moshi shook his head, rubbing Wu Minmin’s head with a look of helplessness and affection, “I meant Master Yan.”

Wu Minmin raised her eyebrows in confusion, “What’s up with him?”

Su Moshi said, “You’re the first one to call him brother-in-law directly when you met him.”

“Can’t I call him that?” Wu Minmin retorted, before seemingly thinking of something, kicked the leg of the coffee table, “Should I call him sister-in-law? No way, I’m the elder sister.”

Su Moshi sighed, softly explaining a few words, finally patiently reminding, “Next time you meet him, be more polite.”

After he finished speaking, Wu Minmin pouted, looking indifferent, “If it weren’t for Qiaoqiao, even if he’s the world Overlord, what does it have to do with me? Besides, if Qiaoqiao chooses a man with a narrow mind, I’d advise her to divorce.”

Su Moshi: “…”

That was pointless talk.

Wu Minmin stroked her belly, glancing sideways at Su Moshi, “Fine, I won’t call him that, after all, he’s Qiaoqiao’s husband, not mine. Except for being a bit better looking than you, and slightly taller, nothing special about him.”

Su Moshi stood up, patting her head with a half-smile, “You’ll sleep alone tomorrow night as well.”

Wu Minmin flustered, following him with her pregnant belly, babbling, “You’re so petty, I wasn’t wrong, he’s at least 188cm, and you’re only 183cm…”

…

Time flew by, another day passed.

Three days remained until Su Moshi and Wu Minmin’s New Year’s Day wedding, more and more private jets landed at Naypyidaw International Airport in Myanmar.

This midday, a large private jet embossed with the Charlman emblem arrived as scheduled.

The entire airport was under tight security, with other flights circling to make way.

The honor guard and deputy commander of the military department lined up to welcome them, making for an impressive scene.

A red carpet was laid out on the boarding stairs, and as the cabin door opened, Xiao Yehui, dressed in a suit, was the first to step out.

This kind of welcoming ceremony was comparable to a high-level leader’s special visit meeting.

At this moment, Xiao Yehui was accompanied by a blonde, blue-eyed woman, the two walked without any interaction, appearing distant.

The deputy commander quickly approached, standing before Xiao Yehui, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, “Duke, Princess Margaret, welcome from afar, welcome.”

Xiao Yehui had a ceremonial smile at the corner of his mouth, “Thank you, deputy commander.”

“The hotel is already arranged, please get in the car, Duke.”

Xiao Yehui glanced at Margaret, locking eyes briefly, then the two headed towards the motorcade first.

The deputy commander was merely following orders to welcome them, unaware of how many Charlman family members accompanied them.

Several people got into the cars in sequence; before the deputy commander could speak, a few more people slowly stepped out from the distant cabin door.

An elderly person in the middle carried a cane, an older woman holding his arm, with a few others following behind.

“Duke, those are…”

Xiao Yehui adjusted the white gloves on his left hand, speaking indifferently, “No need to mind, let’s proceed.”

The deputy commander blinked, signaling the driver with his eyes, and the convoy along with the military department’s vehicles drove off the tarmac.

Soon, a few black business cars arrived slowly; once everyone was aboard, they headed straight to the home of the highest commander, Bai Mingyin.

Inside the car, Xiao Hongdao knocked on his knee, looking out the window, and said with a sense of nostalgia, “So many years, the changes in Naypyidaw are really not small.”

Next to him, Ming Dailan curled her lips, “I don’t remember you coming to Naypyidaw?”

“Many years ago, back then…” Xiao Hongdao’s voice was deep and carried a hint of teasing, “You should’ve been in Parma, being forced to marry by Shang Zonghai.”

Ming Dailan caught her breath, turning her head to look out the window.

She said nothing, only swallowing hard, her emotions slightly stirred.

In the passenger seat, Yin Zhihong timely interjected, “I remember Bai Mingyin was only able to become the current highest commander thanks to sir’s guidance. Sir, you must have been a powerful figure in Myanmar back then.”

“Not like it was before.” Xiao Hongdao rubbed his knees, slowly relaxing his brows, “Old Yin, keep a close eye on Xiaoyan during this period, don’t let him do anything excessive.”

Yin Zhihong responded, while Ming Dailan had regained her dignified demeanor, turned to ask, “What’s up with Xiaoyan?”

Xiao Hongdao leaned back against the chair, closed his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively saying, “You don’t know your good son? Always looking for trouble, Myanmar is not like the British Imperial, with different cultural traditions, he better not touch people he shouldn’t.”

Ming Dailan glanced at the wrinkles by his eyes, the weathered face already missing the spirit and vigor of youth.

She lowered her eyes, hiding a sense of self-mockery.

Indeed, one wrong step in life is a misstep that’ll follow forever.

…

At the villa, as soon as Xiao Hongdao arrived in Myanmar, Shang Zonghai got the news.

Flipping through the medical book in his hand, without raising his head, he said, “Go inform the girl and Shaoyan, let them be extra careful themselves.”

Wei Ang lowered his head, “Patriarch, should we send someone…”

Shang Zonghai raised his hand, interrupting him, “No need to make a big deal, Xiao Hongdao wouldn’t dare to cause trouble in Myanmar.”