Urban Invincible Medical Divine

Chapter 92 Blushing

Fan Xiaoyu's face turned crimson as she glared at Liu Wentian, this brat was really treating himself as her boyfriend. However, she still allowed Liu Wentian to wrap his arm around her and walked outside.

Zheng Hongjun followed behind Liu Wentian with a dark expression, unwilling to give up. He said, "Manager Fan, let me take you home instead. Taking the bus at this time would be a torment."

Liu Wentian said, "No need, I drove here."

Zheng Hongjun and Fan Xiaoyu were both startled. Fan Xiaoyu remembered that Liu Wentian didn't have a car, while Zheng Hongjun was somewhat surprised that this construction worker actually had a car.

But what did it matter if he had a car? A crappy vehicle worth tens of thousands could hardly be called a car, right? In his view, that was all Liu Wentian could afford.

"Is your car a Baojun, a BYD, or perhaps a Wuling Hongguang? Haha, don't tell me you're actually a taxi driver who brought over your cab?" said Zheng Hongjun scornfully.

Seeing that Liu Wentian ignored him, Zheng Hongjun turned to Fan Xiaoyu with a smile, "Manager Fan, you'd better ride in my car. Mine's an Audi A8, incomparable to his cheap domestic vehicle."

"No need, I'll just ride with Liu Wentian," she replied.

At this moment, Fan Xiaoyu felt a profound disgust for Zheng Hongjun. She hadn't realized how despicable he could be until now.

Soon they reached the roadside, and Liu Wentian pointed to a nearby car, "There, that's my car."

Both Zheng Hongjun and Fan Xiaoyu's faces stiffened, and Zheng Hongjun couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Haha, Liu Wentian, I've really underestimated you. You have no shame at all; an old electric bike and you call it a car? Hahaha, I can't take this anymore. You really are an unworldly treasure!"

Fan Xiaoyu looked at Liu Wentian somewhat speechlessly. She had actually thought he bought a car, but it turned out to be an old electric bicycle with rust spots showing.

Zheng Hongjun scoffed, "You call this old electric bike a car? Look at that one next to it, that's what you call a real car!"

He ran over excitedly to the Lamborghini parked next to the electric bike, eyes filled with envy and fervor, exclaiming, "My God, which super-rich second generation came to our hotel? A Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, how could this car even be in our country? With taxes, it must be at least 40 million yuan. Plus, with only 9 in the whole world, if a rich fan liked this car, the price could double, that's not impossible! This car is so cool, it's my dream car!"

Suddenly, Zheng Hongjun saw Liu Wentian reaching out to touch the Lamborghini and almost jumped with fright, berating loudly, "Idiot, what are you doing? Do you want to die?? Stop it right now! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me saying how valuable this car is? Someone who can afford this car could squash you with just a flick of his finger; if you're going to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Fan Xiaoyu also hurriedly said, "Liu Wentian, don't touch someone else's car. Whoever can afford such a car is not someone we should provoke. The car's owner is probably some big corporation's heir or something."

"Uh... I just saw a fly on it and wanted to shoo it away. Also, this is actually my car," Liu Wentian said in exasperation.

"Your car?? Haha, if that's your car, I'll eat my Audi A8! I think you've lost your mind, Zi Qing is dreaming in the daytime. Could you talk with a little sense?" Zheng Hongjun said disdainfully.

Fan Xiaoyu also gave Liu Wentian a stern look, saying, "Alright, I don't mind your electric bike, let's just ride the electric bike back."

Having said that, Fan Xiaoyu took a long stride and sat on the rear seat of the electric bike.

Liu Wentian said with frustration, "Sister Yu, do you really like riding an electric bike that much? But it's not nice to just sit on someone else's electric bike like that. Not liking sports cars and preferring electric bikes, could that be a peculiar hobby of yours?"

"You... you, you're saying I have a peculiar hobby?? I'm trying to help you out here!" Fan Xiaoyu said indignantly.

Liu Wentian took out the sports car key, pressed the button, and the door of the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster rose majestically upwards, as if to welcome its owner.

Sitting at the driver's seat, Liu Wentian looked at the dumbfounded Fan Xiaoyu with a smile, "Sister Yu, if you really don't get in, I'll leave."

"Ah, Liu Wentian, is this really your car? I'm getting in, I'm getting in; I'll be there right away." Fan Xiaoyu immediately got off the electric scooter, ran to the Lamborghini, looked at Liu Wentian with a face of disbelief.

Liu Wentian smiled and said to Zheng Hongjun, whose chin was about to hit the ground in astonishment, "Manager Zheng, remember to eat your Audi A8, alright? Whether you stir-fry it or deep-fry it, that's up to you to decide. But I reckon it won't taste that great. You enjoy it slowly; I won't keep you company, Mr. Goggle-eyed."

With that, the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster roared to life, like the howl of a wild beast, scaring Zheng Hongjun into sitting on the ground with a thump. Then with a beautiful turn of the head, it quickly vanished from Zheng Hongjun's sight.

Zheng Hongjun looked at the Audi A8 key in his hand; compared to Liu Wentian's ride, it was just trash. At this moment, his face felt blazing hot, as if he had lost face all the way to his grandmother's house.

In the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, Fan Xiaoyu suddenly became silent and did not ask Liu Wentian why he had such an expensive car, but rather stared out the window, as if lost in thought, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"Sister Yu, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Liu Wentian asked, puzzled.

Fan Xiaoyu didn't reply but just smiled sadly. "Liu Wentian, sometimes I really envy you rich second generations: born with a silver spoon in your mouth, from the very start, your starting point is higher than others, and many worries you'll never have to encounter."

"Uh... I'm not some rich second gen. If I were, would I even need to rent a room from you?" Seeing the misunderstanding, Liu Wentian explained.

Fan Xiaoyu glared at Liu Wentian and with a pout, said, "Not a rich second gen, and drive a car worth several tens of millions? As for why you rent a room from me, it's nothing more than finding it amusing. Zi Qing probably still doesn't realize you're a rich second gen. You rich people, why so many tricks up your sleeve? It's not like I'm going to borrow money from you, what are you afraid of?"

Liu Wentian forced a smile; driving a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, he had unexpectedly been mistaken for a rich second generation.

Explore more at empire

He didn't try to explain further but instead said, "Sister Yu, it seems you may have some misunderstandings about me. I came to see you today to explain what happened that day. I encountered you drunk on the street, being harassed by a bunch of thugs, so I chased the thugs away and carried you home. You vomited all over both of us, so I helped you take off your coat and wiped you down, that's all; I definitely didn't take advantage of you."

Fan Xiaoyu's face flushed, "Mhm, I believe you."

"Oh? You believe me just like that? What, do I have the face of an honest gentleman or something?" Liu Wentian was surprised; he hadn't expected to clear things up so easily.

Fan Xiaoyu chuckled lightly, speaking warmly, "You? The face of an honest gentleman? I think you're more like a heart-stealing thief. Zi Qing has obviously had her heart stolen by you. But I do believe you're not some pervert; otherwise, Zi Qing would have been devoured bones and all by now."

Liu Wentian thought to himself that just because he didn't take advantage of someone didn't mean he wasn't a pervert.

However, his face remained serious as he said, "Sister Yu, don't talk nonsense; I just see Qingqing as my sister. There's none of this heart-stealing business. By the way, Zi Qing is going to high school in a few days. I might not have the time to accompany her, so could you please go with her when the time comes?"

Fan Xiaoyu nodded, seemingly agreeing to the request, then both fell silent again, with Fan Xiaoyu clearly preoccupied with something on her mind.

After a while, Fan Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Liu Wentian, let's go to the bar."

Liu Wentian, as if he had misheard, looked at Fan Xiaoyu, "Sister Yu, what did you say?"

"I said, let's go to a bar, have some drinks, dance!!" Fan Xiaoyu raised her voice.

Liu Wentian's eyes widened. Fan Xiaoyu didn't seem like the type to go to bars at all; she looked every bit the perfect housewife, who'd never go to a bar in a professional suit.

"Sister Yu, did something unhappy happen to you?" Seeing Fan Xiaoyu's somber face, Liu Wentian couldn't help but ask.

"If you want to hear about it, I'll tell you later, but before that, I want to drink a bit," Fan Xiaoyu stated flatly.

Liu Wentian remembered that when he previously met Fan Xiaoyu on the street, she was utterly drunk.