Soul Returns to Hong Kong: From Tailor Shop to Richest Woman

In early October, Lin Ying finally received her driver's license from Coach Huang.

Coach Huang exclaimed, "Ms. Lin, I've been teaching driving for over twenty years, and you're the fastest female student to get her license—you didn't need to retake the test in just two and a half months."

Lin Ying put her driver's license into her bag: "Thank you so much, Mr. Huang, for your help these past few days."

On the third day after getting her driver's license, Lin Ying went to a car dealership in Causeway Bay.

She had only intended to browse casually, but as soon as she entered the showroom, her gaze was drawn to a dark blue Bentley in the corner; its streamlined body, beige interior, hand-stitched genuine leather seats, and walnut wood trim inlaid on the dashboard.

The sales manager noticed someone had been standing in front of the car for more than thirty seconds and immediately approached: "Miss, this is a Bentley Turbo R, the new model this year. Only three of these have arrived in Hong Kong."

"How much?"

"Seven and a half million Hong Kong dollars, which is approximately ninety-four thousand US dollars."

Lin Ying walked around the car, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and placed her hands on the steering wheel to feel the grip.

"Issue an invoice."

The sales manager paused for a moment before realizing what she meant: "Miss, you mean now..."

"Yes, swipe your card."

Three days later, the new car arrived. Lin Ying drove it back to Taikoo Shing and parked it downstairs. He Dazhu and Lin Lanying, knowing their daughter was picking up her car today, waited downstairs, only to be stunned when they saw it: "This car... how much did it cost?"

"Seven million five hundred thousand."

He Dazhu clutched his chest: "It's more expensive than this apartment in Taikoo City!"

Lin Lanying: "Since it's already bought, stop nagging about it."

While working at the law firm, Lin Qian received a startled phone call from Lao Dou. That evening, when he returned to Taikoo Shing, he made a special trip to the parking lot to look at the Bentley. He circled it three times, touched the hood, and peered through the window at the interior for a long time.

From that day on, Lin Qian became a different person.

After get off work, he always brings Lin Ying her favorite snacks; when Lin Ying sits on the sofa reading documents, he peels fruit and brings it to her; after dinner, he washes the dishes and takes the trash downstairs to throw it away.

Lin Ying ignored him on the first day.

Lin Ying still ignored him the next day.

On the third day, Lin Qian couldn't hold back any longer: "Big sister."

"Um?"

"Um... could I borrow your car for a day?"

Lin Ying turned a page of the newspaper: "No."

Lin Qian did not give up and continued to serve tea and water, as well as massage and back pounding, on the fourth day.

On the fifth day, he even mopped the floor of Lin Ying's study twice.

On the evening of the sixth day, Lin Ying finally spoke: "It was just one day, and you owe me for the scratch."

Lin Qian jumped up happily: "Don't worry, big sister! I drive even more steadily than Master Huang! I guarantee not a single hair will fall out!"

"Return it before 7:30 tomorrow morning."

"receive!"

The next morning, Lin Qian dressed in his best suit, his shoes gleaming, and drove his dark blue Bentley out of the Taikoo Shing parking lot. He drove slower than a bus all the way from the Eastern District to Wan Chai, as if afraid of bumping or scratching it.

When they arrived at the He Li Law Firm building, Lin Qian parked his car in the parking lot, took several deep breaths, and then turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Upon reaching the top floor, the receptionist, seeing him walk in so formally dressed, gave him a second look: "Attorney Lin, why do you look so energetic today?"

Lin Qian walked into the office area with his head held high and chest out.

Chen Zhikang, a friend, came over and asked, "Ah Qian, what did you ride here today? The parking lot security guard downstairs just came up and asked if someone had parked a Bentley in the law firm's parking spot. He said a client must have arrived."

Lin Qian cleared his throat: "I drove here."

Chen Zhikang thought he was joking: "Come on; with your salary, is it even enough to buy a tire?"

Lin Qian took the car keys out of his pocket and put them on the table.

Chen Zhikang immediately looked at the key with the Bentley emblem: "Did you rob a bank?"

"My sister's car."

The entire office area fell silent instantly, and then several young lawyers gathered around.

Attorney He peeked out from his private office and, seeing the group gathered together, curiously walked over: "What's going on? It's during working hours."

Chen Zhikang pointed at the keys: "Mr. He, Lin Qian drove a Bentley to work! It belongs to his sister!"

Attorney He glanced down at the car keys, then at Lin Qian: "What does your sister do?"

Lin Qian scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "I'm in business."

Attorney He clicked his tongue twice: "Your sister is really something." Without asking any more questions, he turned and went back to his office.

At lunchtime, several intern lawyers sat down at a tea restaurant; Chen Zhikang, without even touching his chopsticks, began questioning, "Ah Qian, just how rich is your sister?"

Lin Qian thought for a moment, since it wasn't exactly a secret anyway: "She transferred the ownership of that large penthouse on the nineteenth floor of Taikoo City to me at the beginning of the year."

"What?" Chen Zhikang put down his chopsticks.

"Two thousand square feet, bought two units that were combined."

Chen Zhikang was completely dumbfounded: "Two thousand square feet in Taikoo Shing? Do you even know what the price is there now?"

Another colleague chimed in, "Lin Qian, where does your sister live by herself?"

"I bought a detached villa in Kadoorie Hill."

Chen Zhikang: "Kadok Hill?! Isn't that area only for rent, not for sale? I remember it's never for sale to the public!"

Lin Qian took a sip of lemon tea: "It's related to my sister."

Chen Zhikang stared at Lin Qian for a while, then suddenly spoke in a serious tone: "Qian, I have something to tell you."

"explain."

"Didn't your sister say she doesn't plan to get married and wants to find someone to marry into her family?"

Lin Qian almost spat out his lemon tea: "How did you know?"

"You said it yourself when you were drunk last time!" Chen Zhikang said sincerely, pulling Lin Qian along. "Qian, look at me! I graduated from the Faculty of Law at the University of Hong Kong, have no bad habits, don't smoke or gamble, and am decent-looking! I can be your brother-in-law! Talk to your sister! I'll marry into your family! I'll even change my surname!"

Lin Qian choked on his tea, yelling, "Get out!!"

Chen Zhikang stubbornly persisted: "I'm serious! Ah Qian! I'll be good to your sister! I'll do the dishes, mop the floor, and take care of the kids!"

Lin Qian pulled her hand away from his: "Wake up!"

My colleague next to me was lying on the table, laughing so hard he was slapping the table.

Chen Zhikang was still persistent: "Then could you introduce me? Even just for a meal! Let your sister see what kind of person I am!"

"Don't even think about it, just eat your food!"

This whole incident caused a stir all day, making it impossible for Lin Qian to concentrate on his work in the afternoon. At 7 p.m. sharp, he drove the car back to Taikoo Shing. When he returned the keys to Lin Ying, she checked them over to make sure there were no scratches before nodding in satisfaction.

"Big sister, could you lend me your money again during holidays or festivals in the future?"

"It depends on their performance."

Two days later, Su Zhe called to invite Lin Ying to dinner; he said that Zhecheng Film Studio had acquired a new project and wanted to meet with Lin Ying; the location was set at a Japanese restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, and Su Jun, Su Cheng, and Su Zhi would all be there.

Lin Ying drove her Bentley to the Japanese restaurant downstairs.

She had just parked the car when Su Jun rushed out of the restaurant entrance: "Sister Ying, come here..." He stopped mid-sentence, staring at the dark blue Bentley, his mouth agape.

Su Zhi followed behind and saw that the car had stopped moving: "Damn, what kind of car is this?"

Su Cheng was the last to emerge, glancing at it a few times: "A Bentley Turbo R? The new model this year?"

Lin Ying locked the car and tossed the keys into her bag: "Let's go, didn't we say we booked a table for 7 o'clock?"

Su Jun stood there, circling the car again and again, before finally shouting, "Lin Ying! I've decided, I want to marry you!"

Lin Ying stopped in her tracks.

Su Cheng immediately reached out and covered his younger brother's mouth: "Shut up! You're embarrassing yourself!"

Su Jun shook off his brother's hand, his eyes shining as he looked at Lin Ying: "Sister Ying! I'm serious! Look how good I am! I've listened to you since I was little, you even taught me my studies, I treat you better than my own father! Marry me! No, I'll marry you! I'll marry into your family! I'll change my surname to Lin!"

Lin Ying looked at him speechlessly: "Su Jun, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-two! What's wrong? You're in your prime!"

"Take care of yourself first," Lin Ying said, turning and walking towards the restaurant.

Su Jun chased after him, unwilling to give up: "Sister Ying! I have a job now! I'm a manager at my brother's company! I get paid!"

Su Cheng added insult to injury: "A menial worker! Eight thousand yuan a month, and he's always late and gets docked pay! How dare you say that!"

Su Jun turned around and glared at his brother: "Can you please stop undermining me!"

Su Zhe was already waiting in the private room. When he saw this group of people barging in, he smiled and shook his head: "What's wrong now?"

Su Zhi slumped onto his seat: "Your brother saw A-Ying's car and proposed on the spot."

Su Zhe looked at Su Jun: "What qualifications do you have?"

Su Jun declared confidently, "I have the truth in my heart!"

Lin Ying sat down and flipped through the menu: "Su Jun, if you say another word, you're treating tonight."

Su Jun fell silent instantly; everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Su Cheng poured Lin Ying a cup of tea: "Ah Ying, don't take it to heart. He's always been like this since he was a child."

Lin Ying took the teacup: "I knew about it when he drugged his father and wrote his self-criticism back then."

Su Jun huddled in the corner, feeling wronged, and muttered softly, "I'm sincere... They can afford a car worth 7.5 million, so I won't lose out by marrying them..."

Su Zhi kicked him: "They don't even like you. Face reality."

After flipping through the menu, Lin Ying looked at Su Zhe and said, "Brother Zhe, let's order. We can talk about the new project after we finish eating."

Su Zhe responded and waved to the waiter.

The private room resumed its normal rhythm of eating and chatting, except for Su Jun who would occasionally look at Lin Ying with a resentful gaze, only to be knocked back by Su Cheng with a chopstick.