America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Half an hour later.

Wells Fargo's VIP room.

The fat loan manager who had previously been pressing for repayment and even threatened to auction off the house.

He was bent over, sweating profusely, helping Chen An with a money transfer.

His hands were shaking.

Because Chen An slammed the $500,000 check on the table, specifically demanding that Sarah first pay off her $200,000 mortgage loan.

"Pay it all off? Mr. Chen, you can actually choose to pay in installments..." The manager tried to retain this big customer, after all, interest is the bank's profit.

"Everything. Including all the interest, even the penny."

Chen An spoke indifferently, not even glancing at the fat man.

"I don't want my woman to have even a single penny of debt in her name. Not even for a second."

"Okay! Okay! I'll process it immediately!"

Ten minutes later.

When the document stamped with the red seal "settled" was handed to Sarah.

This woman, bent over by life and driven to despair by her ex-husband's gambling debts, trembled as she looked at those words.

A nightmare of $200,000.

The smoke disappeared.

"Ann..." Sarah clutched the documents tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, "The house...the house really got saved?"

"Not only were they saved, but they were also preserved."

Chen An reached out and wiped away her tears, then put his arm around her waist and walked out of the bank.

"From now on, no one can take it away from us. Not even God."

"Okay, stop crying. Your makeup will be ruined and you won't look pretty anymore."

Chen An glanced at his watch. "The bank business is done. Next, we need to fulfill that promise."

"A promise?" Sarah was still sobbing.

"I told you, if we keep the farm, we'll buy that car you've looked at so many times."

………………

Porsche Center, Missoula.

This is one of the few luxury car dealerships in Montana.

When Chen An and Sarah entered the spacious and bright exhibition hall, although their clothes were not top-tier luxury items.

But their confidence and the relaxed feeling after just resolving all the troubles made them look incredibly charismatic.

Sarah's gaze was immediately drawn to the car in the center of the showroom.

It was a brand new crimson red Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT.

The streamlined coupe SUV body, huge black wheels, and imposing quad exhaust pipes at the rear.

It has the sexiness of a sports car and the practicality of an SUV: after all, driving a 911 with a low chassis in snowy Montana is just asking for trouble.

"Do you like it?" Chen An asked softly, standing behind her.

"It's...it's so beautiful," Sarah murmured to herself, but then shrank back and glanced at the price tag next to her.

"But... $180,000? Good heavens, that's way too expensive! Ann, how about we... just buy a Toyota?"

I just finished paying off my debts and have less than 300,000 yuan left.

Will this cost more than half of the money again?

Sarah's heart couldn't take the speed at which money was being spent, a speed at which she was used to a life of hardship.

"Money is something you earn to spend."

Chen An walked straight toward the sales consultant who was about to approach.

"I want this car. It's in stock, and I'll pay in full. The condition is that I have to drive it away today."

"what?"

The sales consultant, a young man, had just prepared a set of sales pitches that got stuck in his throat.

"Sir, wouldn't you...wouldn't you like to take it for a test drive?"

"No need. I trust German craftsmanship."

Chen An took out the black card that had just been used to deposit the remaining balance. "Swipe the card. Also, give me a set of the best snow tires and a full-body paint protection film."

"Oh, by the way, I would be very happy if you put a bouquet of those... red roses in the trunk."

An hour later.

The formalities are complete.

Sarah sat in the leather sports seat with 18-way power adjustment as if in a dream.

The car was filled with the smell of expensive genuine leather.

"Is it really... mine?" She stroked the shield-shaped car emblem on the steering wheel, feeling like she was dreaming.

"To be precise, they are business vehicles registered under the company's name."

Chen An sat in the passenger seat, smiling as he helped her fasten her seatbelt. "But you're the one who drives normally."

"After all, as the wife of a rancher with two hundred million dollars worth of mining assets, she can't exactly be driving that beat-up pickup truck to go grocery shopping, can she?"

"The rancher...madam?"

These words struck Sarah's most sensitive nerve.

Although they are not married yet, and cannot even get married, since they are just neighbors in name only, it is a confirmation of their identity.

Sarah turned her head, her eyes sparkling, and the allure unique to mature women was particularly captivating under the ambient lighting of the luxury car.

"An...this seat...it seems like it can be reclined?" She suddenly lowered her voice, her fingers lightly tracing Chen An's thigh.

"Of course. There's plenty of space in the back too."

Chen An raised an eyebrow. "However, we need to get back now."

"Tonight, to celebrate getting the new car, I specially asked Katie to prepare some nice things."

"Okay..." Sarah started the engine, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

The V8 twin-turbocharged engine roared with a deep, mesmerizing sound.

………………

The red Porsche sped along Highway 93 like lightning.

The setting sun at dusk dyed the sky orange-red.

Just as they were approaching Whitefish, Sarah's car Bluetooth phone suddenly rang.

A name was displayed on the screen: Jessica.

Sarah paused for a moment, then glanced at Chen An instinctively, looking somewhat flustered.

"Go ahead and pick it up." Chen An rested his hand on the car window, casually looking at the scenery.

He knew the name.

Jessica, Sarah's eldest daughter, adopted (a patch to prevent being blacklisted).

That girl who supposedly went to university in Seattle and had a somewhat rebellious personality.

Judging by his age, he should only be a sophomore in college, a few months younger than Chen An or the same age?

Sarah pressed the answer button.

"Hey? Jessica? Why are you calling at this hour?"

A young, energetic but somewhat irritable voice came from the other end of the phone, with some background noise, like from an airport or train station.

"Mom! Where are you? I'm already at the door! Why is that old wooden door locked?"

"And... what's that huge dog in our yard that looks like a bear? It almost bit me!"

"What? You're back?" Sarah exclaimed, slamming on the brakes.

"Didn't you say you'd be back around Thanksgiving? It's only October!"

"Something happened at school... It's hard to explain in a few words, but I've taken a leave of absence... or rather, I'm taking a break for now."

The girl's voice betrayed a hint of guilt, "And I don't have any money left for the taxi fare, the driver is urging me to come back. Mom, come back quickly! This dog is really fierce!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there! I'm at the town entrance, five minutes away!"

hang up the phone.

Sarah looked at Chen An apologetically and awkwardly: "An... um..."

"It seems our time together as a couple is coming to an end."

Chen An did not show any displeasure; instead, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Since she's your daughter, she's the young lady of this farm. Let's go back and take a look."

Jessica.

The girl described in Uncle George's diary as "a wild girl who loved to sneak beer since she was little" was, in Sarah's words, "the pride of going to study in the big city."

Little did she know that the house that once belonged to her gambling-addicted father now had a young and handsome Chinese male owner.

Even her mother is driving a luxury car that doesn't belong to this social class... what kind of expression would she have?

Luxury cars, money, and a rebellious female college student about to make her appearance.

This play is getting more and more interesting.

"Hold on tight."

Sarah took a deep breath, feeling both flustered and excited. "Let me introduce you to that troublesome girl."

The red Porsche roared again and sped off toward the farm.

Chen An leaned back in his chair, looking at the setting sun reflected in the rearview mirror.

If Sarah is a mature and gentle wild rose.

Could this Jessica, whom we've never met before, be a wild horse that needs to be tamed?

No matter what it is.

In this sunset stream that belongs to him, there is nothing he cannot conquer.