The next day, Chen Lin and Song Qiuya prepared to return to Yicheng.
Before they left, the older couple could hardly bear to see them go.
Song Guoan handed Chen Lin a car key.
Chen Lin looked down and froze for a moment at the winged "B" logo on it.
A brand-new black Bentley Bentayga.
Its massive body and elegant yet commanding lines gleamed in the sunlight, radiating an almost suffocating presence.
A chauffeur in a crisp suit and white gloves stood respectfully beside it.
Song Guoan stepped forward and gave Chen Lin's shoulder a firm pat, his satisfaction plain on his face. "Xiao Lin, a young man should look the part. This car is roomy and imposing. You and Qiu Ya will find it convenient in Yicheng, and it'll do you proud!"
Chen Lin quickly waved his hands. "Uncle, this is too expensive. I can't accept it. My own car works just fine."
His white Qin Plus was parked quietly nearby.
"What do you mean, Uncle?!"
Song Guoan widened his eyes, pretending to be angry.
"It's time you called me Dad! If you refuse, you're looking down on your father-in-law!"
Just then, Song Qiuya came over. She slipped her arm through Chen Lin's with perfect ease and rested her head gently on his shoulder, coaxing him softly. "Chen Lin, this is Dad's way of showing he cares. Just accept it."
Under the "double pressure" of his future father-in-law and his girlfriend, Chen Lin finally had no choice but to accept the lavish gift worth several million yuan.
Song Guoan had already arranged everything. He instructed the chauffeur, "Zhang, drive the car straight to Yicheng. I'll have someone take care of all the paperwork and the plates this afternoon."
"Yes, Director Song."
In the end, Chen Lin and Song Qiuya