Qianqian's Effortless Win

The Mercedes-Benz S450L was not turned off, and the engine's thumping sound was still clearly audible.

All eyes were drawn to the boy who had suddenly appeared.

The bright headlights cast his shadow long and thin from behind.

His hands hung at his sides, his expression calm and composed, yet he exuded a confident and sharp aura.

Like a newly sharpened sword, it pressed down on Li Jingzhong, causing him to frown.

Standing next to the two, Zhang Wensheng felt a tightness in his chest and found it hard to breathe.

He had never forgotten the boy who accompanied Zhao Yachian on her road trip.

Although the changes are significant, there is no doubt that this is him.

He was originally excited to accompany his goddess out for a meal and enjoy delicious food.

Suddenly, two bosses appeared.

One drives Benz e300 worth over 500,000 yuan, and the other drives Benz S worth over one million yuan.

Compared to them, his own Ling Shuai seemed rather pathetic.

As for the girlfriend he just mentioned...

Zhang Wensheng felt a little flustered, but he still didn't want to believe it was Zhao Yachian.

Li Jingzhong frowned as he looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this? Who's harassing your girlfriend?"

Tang Song pursed his lips and said calmly, "Don't you remember? We met outside Yi Zi Beauty and Hair Salon. You harassed her before, and I can overlook that, but Zhao Yachian is my girlfriend now, so please stay away from her."

He was absolutely deeply impressed by this Manager Li.

I also clearly remember his arrogant attitude at the time, and the blue Mercedes-Benz that was honking its horn.

What "the perfect job for her," "I'll give you an offer," "I can't be bothered arguing with a young person like you"...

He portrayed a shameless, greasy man to the fullest extent.

As Zhao Yachian looked at Tang Song who had suddenly appeared, his words, "Zhao Yachian is my girlfriend," echoed repeatedly in her mind.

A flush rose to her face, and her mind went blank, as if she were drunk.

This was the first time Tang Song had addressed her like this, and it felt both strange and incredibly reassuring.

In her eyes, only Tang Song's figure was visible on the entire street; all other scenery and people had been blurred.

Li Jingzhong looked him up and scrutinized him for a while, then thought for a moment before exclaiming, "So it's you!"

The young man who ate fried skewers with Zhao Yachian had exchanged a few words with me back then, so I still have some impression of him.

His gaze swept over the Mercedes-Benz S450L next to him, then looked at Tang Song across from him, his expression shifting.

Having worked for many years and risen step by step to become a senior executive in the company, his knowledge and understanding are naturally sufficient.

I'm long past the age of being impulsive and hot-blooded.

He quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and said with a forced smile, "You misunderstood. I just saw their car broke down on the side of the road and came over to help them out. After all, Zhao Yachian and I are acquaintances."

"Hehe, I don't need your help. Qianqian isn't familiar with you either."

Tang Song turned around, brushed past him, came to Zhao Yachian, gently put his arm around her soft waist, and kissed her smooth and delicate face.

He laughed and said, "Why does it smell so strongly of cumin?"

Zhao Yachian reached out and touched her slightly damp face, seemingly finally coming to her senses.

With a smile, she said, "I just ate a Starch Sausage and accidentally got some on my face. Brother Song, how did you get here so fast? I just sent you my location not long ago."

"I set off a while ago, originally planning to surprise you at the Fried Chicken Restaurant, but then you said your car broke down, so I came here directly to find you."

Zhao Yachian's eyes sparkled, and she gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you, Brother Song."

"Crunch, crunch—" Zhang Wensheng clenched his fists, feeling a chill all over his body.

She has a boyfriend. She really has a boyfriend.

Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu, standing nearby, looked at Tang Song and then at Zhao Yachian, both of them dumbfounded.

Is this Qianqian's boyfriend?

After carefully examining his features, it was indeed the same boy that Zhao Yachian had seen on her Moments before.

It's just quite different from the photo.

She has a better figure, more defined features, a refreshing and confident look, excellent fashion sense, and exudes an elite aura.

Besides, didn't Zhang Wensheng say that the other person drove Wuling? This is clearly a Mercedes-Benz!

The wide air intake grille and bright emblem clearly indicate that it's expensive.

So, that LV Bag was real after all?! Wow, Qianqian is so lucky!

Li Jingzhong's gaze swept over the two people embracing, and his expression was very unpleasant.

He turned around, went to his car, opened the driver's side door, and got in.

Because the Benz S- Class was blocking his side and front, Li Jingzhong had no choice but to back up a bit.

With a sharp left turn and a deep press of the accelerator, the engine roared to life, and the blue Benz e300 disappeared from sight.

"Hello, I'm Tang Song, Qianqian's boyfriend," Tang Song said with a smile, giving a brief self-introduction.

"Hello... My Li Yuanyuan, and I'm Qianqian's high school classmate."

"Hello, Brother Song, my name is Jiang Zimu."

The two girls quickly greeted and responded, their expressions reserved.

Zhang Wensheng looked at them, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Du Guangyin smacked his lips, and couldn't help but feel sorry for his roommate Zhang Wensheng.

Your goddess is just too outstanding; any competitor could easily crush you.

Not to mention this handsome guy who drives Benz S 450 worth over a million yuan; he's clearly not on the same level as them.

What was that saying again?

If I were young and successful, driving Mercedes-Benz, there would be no arguments in my love life.

Zhao Yachian introduced them in a low voice, "This is Zhang Wensheng, my senior from high school, and this is Du Guangyin, his college classmate."

The two men from Tang Song smiled.

Jiang Zimu glanced at Zhang Wensheng, who was leaning against the Ling Shuai without saying a word, and sighed Mo Mo.

She took the initiative and said, "Qianqian, you must be starving. I saw you eat the sausage really fast just now. How about the rest of us ride over in your boyfriend's car? We can leave Wensheng and the others here while they get the car repaired."

Li Yuanyuan's eyes darted around, and she quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, I'm hungry too. Let's go over there; there's no point in staying here any longer."

Zhao Yachian licked her lips and nodded, saying, "Brother Song, then I'll trouble you."

"Don't be so polite with me." Tang Song patted her soft waist.

"Wensheng, Brother Du, bye-bye~" "See you later, bye-bye~"

"Bye-Bye."

Watching the four people get into the luxurious Mercedes-Benz S-Class, Zhang Wensheng felt completely drained, his mind racing.

"Ring ring—" The Mobile Phone rang, startling him awake.

When I answered the phone, it was the mechanic I had arranged to meet.

"Yes, right, it's on this road."

"Go about 500 meters south, on the west side of the road, there's a white Ling Shuai."

Not long after I hung up the phone.

A Wuling Hongguang pulled up, and the mechanic quickly and efficiently replaced the battery with a new one. After testing it, the car started smoothly.

Zhang Wensheng did not haggle and paid 390 yuan.

I sat back in the car, leaned back in my seat, and slowly closed my eyes.

He had always known that Zhao Yachian didn't like him, but he still wanted to try his best, hoping that he could eventually succeed.

Now that his dream has shattered, he knows he has absolutely no hope left.

Inside a moving Mercedes-Benz.

Zhao Yachian sat in the passenger seat, her fingers gently stroking the surrounding leather interior, and asked curiously, "Brother Song, is this Mercedes-Benz your car too?"

"Hmm, isn't it more comfortable to sit here?" Tang Song glanced at the beautician's long, bare legs out of the corner of his eye, his right hand always tempted to reach there.

However, considering that there were two female classmates in the back row, she was too embarrassed to say anything.

"It's very comfortable." Zhao Yachian leaned back in the soft chair with her legs together, feeling that she had underestimated Brother Song's strength.

Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu, who were sitting in the back row, exchanged a glance.

To be able to drive Benz S at such a young age, whether from a family or personal perspective, proves that the person is no ordinary individual.

Not to mention he's so handsome and has such a great presence.

Looking at the simple-minded Zhao Yachian, I felt a pang of jealousy.

Indeed, being beautiful is an asset.

With a boyfriend like this, Qianqian doesn't need to do anything or make any effort; she can win effortlessly, even while lying in bed.