Then you won't use a steel wool ball?

[1: Don't you have any self-awareness? You're 36 and have a kid—how can you not be old?]

[2: What's wrong with being old? In today's society, who cares about that stuff? As long as you have money, that's all that matters!]

[3: No way, Sister. In my heart, you're always young and beautiful. And why add "also"? It's not like there are truly blind people who think you're ugly, right?]

"Why would you ask that, Sister? In my heart, you're always young and beautiful. And why add 'also'? It's not like there are truly blind people who think you're ugly, right?"

Shen Lang teased with a smile, then gestured wildly, saying sternly, "Did those sales people just badmouth you behind your back? Tell me who it was, Sister Xia, and I'll definitely rush over and smack them!"

If it were any other rich woman, Shen Lang's exaggerated words might sound a bit like a simp.

But Xia Shuyi truly deserved the praise; her figure and looks were absolutely incomparable to those of bloated rich women.

Today, Xia Shuyi wore a brown short jacket over a round-neck, fitted shirt.

The jacket was slightly open, and from Shen Lang's angle, he could clearly see the rounded, full curves of her chest, pressing tightly against the outline of the shirt.

Below, she wore a matching brown mid-length fabric skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs clad in black tights.

This outfit wasn't as sexy as a Stepmother Dress, nor as glamorous as the casual wear she had on when they first met, but it exuded an indescribable charm of a warm, married woman at home.

[Ding! Xia Shuyi's Favorability towards host has increased by 5 points. Current: 65 points. Keep up the good work!]

"Such a drama queen."

Shen Lang's exaggerated actions and ambiguous words made Xia Shuyi chuckle involuntarily, and her mood brightened considerably.

However, from her proud demeanor, she still seemed a bit displeased that Shen Lang had returned the money to her.

"Then, what do you mean by this?"

Xia Shuyi hummed softly, glancing at Shen Lang's bank card, which held over 300,000 yuan.

"Sister, how long have we known each other? How could I dare to accept something so valuable from you?"

Shen Lang explained with a smile, "I know you're very rich, Sister, but I don't think you'd want me to be a man who can be bought with money, right?"

"I just wish that were the case…"

Xia Shuyi pouted slightly, mumbling unwillingly.

The minds of rich women are very complex.

They genuinely detest men who flatter them.

But when they encounter a man they like, they wish that man was also the kind who would fawn over them.

Xia Shuyi was precisely like this now; she secretly wished Shen Lang was a man who would be swayed by money.

That way, Xia Shuyi wouldn't have to constantly rack her brains trying to get his attention; she would just need to keep throwing money at him.

"I think what's online is all fake. How could any guy like an old woman? Even with money, it's the same."

Xia Shuyi mumbled again with a huff, "Hmph, after all, someone right now would rather take a detour for decades than give me face."

"Hahaha, Sister Xia, please have mercy on me."

Shen Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was hard to imagine seeing such a cute side of a graceful married woman.

"Xiao Shen, I'll be direct. Sister is a divorced woman, and 12 years older than you."

"I also know that you should find a girl your own age; that's how you'll be happy in the future."

Xia Shuyi finished speaking with a hint of sadness, then turned around with a serious expression, tightly gripping Shen Lang's hand as she stated affectionately.

"But Sister truly likes you, and my Mengmeng likes you too. Sister has no demands and won't interfere with you finding a girlfriend."

"Sister just hopes you'll come spend time with Mengmeng and me when you're free. That would make me completely content. Whatever you want in the future, Sister will buy it for you—cars, houses, anything!"

As she spoke with emotion, Xia Shuyi frantically rummaged through her Chanel bag, pulled out a bank card from her wallet, and eagerly pressed it into Shen Lang's hand.

"Xiao Shen, this card has 500,000 yuan. The password is… take it, please, take it! If you don't, Sister will be angry!"

"Sister has nothing but money and houses. If you agree to my offer, I'll give you anything you want."

"Sister, you know what?"

Shen Lang took the bank card, which had been forcefully handed to him and contained 500,000 yuan. He curiously examined it for a moment, then changed the subject.

"I have a friend who specializes in writing Tycoon Novels. What's happening between us right now, he's written about it many times in his novels."

Xia Shuyi's tone became somewhat humble, "Xiao Shen, Sister isn't joking with you…"

"I'm not joking either."

Shen Lang smiled with relief. Under Xia Shuyi's disbelieving gaze, he leaned over and helped her buckle her seatbelt. "Let's go back first, then talk."

Smack!

Shen Lang felt a warmth on his face, and it was a bit damp.

Xia Shuyi's cheeks were flushed, and she pursed her red lips, smiling contentedly. "Thank you, Xiao Shen."

Shen Lang pretended to be confused, "Thank me for what? Do you need to thank me for buckling a seatbelt too?"

"I don't care~"

Xia Shuyi acted like a young woman, clinging to Shen Lang's arm and playfully whining.

"Anyway, I'm just going to assume you agree. If you don't, I'll bother you every day. The whole neighborhood belongs to me, so you have nowhere to hide!"

"Then you won't use a steel wool scrubber, right?"

Shen Lang feigned a pitiful shudder. "Sister, I'm afraid of pain! Please go easy on me when the time comes!"

"Pfft, you little rascal, what kind of person do you take me for?!"

Xia Shuyi naturally knew what Shen Lang was talking about; her rich friends often joked with her in similar ways.

"Little Shen, you're so kind~ Thank you~"

Xia Shuyi leaned against Shen Lang's arm, her eyes full of reliance as she looked up at the young man.

"Cough, cough, Sister, someone's watching!"

Shen Lang awkwardly reminded her.

Only then did Xia Shuyi realize that the car didn't have one-way privacy glass.

The two lovey-dovey people inside the car were in full view of the security guard at the entrance.

However, judging by the security guard's frequent peeks, it looked like he was grinding his back teeth in frustration.

To the older men, the mature Xia Shuyi was no less unattainable than a White Moonlight from their school days.

Unfortunately, such a charming Beautiful Young Married Woman was currently acting like a little girl, cuddling in the arms of a young man.

The security guard only cursed the harsh realities of life, wondering why wealthy women always liked such frivolous young punks.

Why were good, honest, family-oriented men like them, who were older, always let down?

Just then, the general manager sent Shen Lang a personalized greeting for Mercedes-Benz customers.

"Dear Mr. Shen Lang, congratulations on becoming a distinguished Mercedes-Benz owner!"

"May the three-pointed star illuminate your career and future!"

"One point for timing, two for location, three for harmony; the stars don't ask about the traveler, and time doesn't betray the diligent!"

"I hope so!"

Shen Lang glanced at the Landlady beside him, whose eyes were full of dependence, then looked at the wide road ahead. Anticipatingly, he pressed the accelerator, driving the brand-new silver Mercedes-Benz toward the parking lot exit.