We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

3 PM.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan smoothly drove into the gates of the Mercedes-Benz Center.

Xia Shiqing was waiting on the steps outside the exhibition hall early in the morning.

She wore an extremely fitted pure white shirt today.

The neckline is slightly open, and the full, firm curves of her figure stretch the fabric tightly.

As her breath rose and fell, it traced an extremely eye-catching arc.

The lower half is a black high-waisted pencil skirt that tightly hugs her shapely and curvaceous figure.

A pair of straight, slender legs were encased in ultra-thin black stockings and wore five-centimeter black pointed-toe high heels.

She exudes a charming yet capable aura of a professional woman.

Seeing the car come to a stop, Xia Shiqing immediately stepped forward and opened the driver's side door.

"Mr. Ye, you've arrived." She bowed slightly, her voice soft, her attitude extremely respectful.

Ye Chen pulled out the car key and stepped out of the car.

He was still wearing that dark, sophisticated casual suit.

The Vacheron Constantin on my wrist exudes a cool, sophisticated feel, reflecting the world's diverse heritage.

"Where's the license plate?" Ye Chen asked casually, without putting on any airs of a wealthy and arrogant person.

"The after-sales department is ready. Please go to the VIP room and have a seat. It will be replaced in ten minutes." Xia Shiqing led the way.

Ye Chen didn't go to the VIP room, but followed her directly to the after-sales workshop.

Xia Shiqing personally ran around doing everything, coordinating with the driver and verifying the license plate.

The temperature was not low in the early autumn afternoon, and she was sweating profusely, with a few strands of hair sticking to her fair cheeks.

Ten minutes later, the brand-new Shanghai blue license plate was fixed to the front and rear of the vehicle.

Xia Shiqing walked up to Ye Chen with the handover form and handed it over with both hands.

She gently bit her rosy lower lip, clearly a little nervous.

"Mr. Ye, all the formalities are complete."

Ye Chen took the order, glanced at it, folded it up, put it in his pocket, and nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Xia Shiqing took a deep breath and mustered her courage to speak: "Mr. Ye, to thank you for your trust, I would like to invite you to a casual meal. Do you have time tonight?"

Her heart was racing as she said this.

She knew that someone like Ye Chen, who could casually buy a luxury car worth over two million yuan in cash, must frequent top-tier clubs.

As a saleswoman who had just started working there, she simply couldn't afford a place like that.

Ye Chen stopped and looked at her.

Xia Shiqing blushed slightly under his gaze and quickly added, "I... I can't afford a high-end restaurant, just a decent Chinese restaurant. If you find it inconvenient, that's fine..."

"It would be great if someone treated us." Ye Chen laughed out loud.

It was an extremely sunny and cheerful smile, radiating a refreshing youthful energy.

He had one hand in his pocket and spoke casually.

"I'm worried about going hungry tonight. My family is just an ordinary family, we're fine with whatever we eat, even street food. Lead the way."

Xia Shiqing was stunned.

Seeing Ye Chen's genuinely friendly smile, the tension in her heart suddenly eased.

This stark contrast gave her a strange sense of relief.

"Okay, Mr. Ye." She smiled, her professional rigidity lessened, and her liveliness increased.

The two walked toward the Mercedes-Benz.

Ye Chen opened the driver's side door and turned to look at her: "Get in the car."

Xia Shiqing was flattered and opened the passenger door to get in.

The carriage was filled with the scent of high-quality leather.

She sat upright with her hands on her knees, occasionally stealing glances at Ye Chen who was driving.

The steering wheel turned between Ye Chen's slender fingers.

He drove very steadily, without any unnecessary movements.

Twenty minutes later, the Mercedes drove into the parking lot of a quiet Chinese restaurant.

Ye Chen parked the car and got out.

Xia Shiqing got off the bus right after, and was just about to give directions when a portly middle-aged man walked towards her.

The man was wearing a floral shirt, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and a genuine leather handbag tucked under his arm.

He was walking out with a pigeon-toed gait when he saw Xia Shiqing and his eyes lit up.

His gaze then fell on the black Mercedes and Ye Chen beside him.

The man's face instantly fell.

"Hey, Shiqing, which rich kid is this who sneaks out in an adult car to pick up girls?"

The middle-aged man was none other than President Wang.

I went to the Mercedes-Benz center to look at cars a while ago and fell in love with Xia Shiqing at first sight. After getting her contact information, I sent her a lot of text messages to harass her.

Xia Shiqing kept making excuses about being too busy with work.

President Wang walked forward with a face full of jealousy, looking Ye Chen up and down.

He was eighteen or nineteen years old, more handsome than any celebrity, drove a Mercedes worth over two million yuan, and stood next to him the perfect female saleswoman he had been dreaming of day and night.

This made Mr. Wang's anger surge.

He deliberately walked over to his white Range Rover, slapped the hood hard, and loudly showed off.

"Shiqing, I told you before, there's no future in following this kind of greenhorn."

"Besides spending their family's money, what do they know about society? What do they know about business?"

Mr. Wang raised his voice, deliberately making sure those around him could hear.

"I just closed a five million building materials deal upstairs. You come with me, and tomorrow I'll pick up a top-of-the-line Maybach. All the profits will be yours."

Xia Shiqing's face turned ugly, and she hurriedly took a step forward to block Ye Chen's side.

"Mr. Wang, please speak with more respect. Mr. Ye is my client and also a friend."

The commotion in the parking lot attracted the attention of those nearby.

Several security guards and passing diners stopped to watch.

Everyone looked at the arrogant CEO Wang, then at the young and handsome Ye Chen, and shook their heads and sighed.

In their view, this young boy was likely to suffer a great loss today.

A seasoned veteran in society is not someone a student can handle.

Faced with President Wang's arrogant suppression, Ye Chen didn't even bother to get angry.

He put one hand in his pocket, his gaze shifting from Mr. Wang's greasy face to the white Range Rover.

His original sunny, boyish charm was replaced by an aura of superiority.

"A five million building materials deal?" Ye Chen asked calmly.

He walked towards the Land Rover, stopped at the front of the car, and pointed to the lower right corner of the windshield.

"Does a big boss who's negotiating a five-million-dollar deal really not want to tear off the pawn car logo from the corner of the windshield?"

The moment these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

Mr. Wang's fat face twitched suddenly. He subconsciously reached out to cover the windshield, but then felt it would be too undignified and stopped abruptly in mid-air.

This is truly a public execution.

Ye Chen gave him no chance to catch his breath, his gaze shifting downwards to the gold watch on President Wang's wrist.

"The Rolex Submariner on my wrist." Ye Chen's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"The English letters on the dial are too thin, the calendar magnifier is not coated with blue film, and the second hand moves with noticeable lag."

He looked up and stared directly into President Wang's eyes.

"A high-quality counterfeit, if shipped free by a certain online marketplace, would have a market price of no more than 1,500 yuan."