A luxury car worth several million drove down the road. Though such cars were not unheard of in Dachang City, they were still rare enough to draw frequent glances from pedestrians.
Some were envious, while others were jealous.
"Wow, is that a Bentley? It looks so expensive. It must cost several hundred thousand, right?" a girl shopping with her boyfriend exclaimed.
"Probably around five million. Several hundred thousand? You really have no clue."
A taxi with a slightly crumpled front end was parked nearby. Its driver rolled down the window, took a drag on his cigarette, and said gravely, "If any other car pissed me off, I'd ram right into its rear. But this one? I really wouldn't dare."
"Five million? Look at him, then look at you. You don't even have a car worth over a hundred thousand. He looks younger and more handsome than you, too. You really need to work harder," the girl said to her boyfriend.
The man curled his lip. "So what if he's rich? Having money doesn't necessarily mean he's happier than us."
Yang Jian, waiting at the red light, heard that and looked out the window. "Sorry, but having money really does make you happy."
"Fuck."
The man's face darkened. Then he stiffened himself and retorted, "Even if you're rich, even if you're happy, you're still just a single loser. I'm different. I have a girlfriend."
After saying that, he proudly lifted his chin.
Yang Jian thought for a moment, then rolled down the car window.
In the back seat, Jiang Yan was playing on her phone.
"What is it? Are we home?" Jiang Yan looked up blankly.
Although Aunt Jiang was a little older, she was indeed quite pretty. She had carefully dressed up before leaving, and her curvy figure, charming face,