After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 91, Dad, have you ever seen a car dance? (Extra chapter for monthly ticket votes 3)

Yang Hao looked at the selfie sent by Meng Yuyu and then at her accompanying message.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch…

Very good, as expected of Meng Chacha!

Laying the cards on the table, huh!

No more pretending, right!

Is the water still cold??

You send this kind of picture, you tell me if it's cold or hot!!

Clearly, this little bitch who was led into a new world by Yang Hao yesterday wanted to continue exploring the mysteries within this new world.

Otherwise, with her six-tier Power of Tea abilities, she couldn't be unaware of the consequences of sending this kind of picture to a man in the middle of the night.

This is actually a multiple-choice question:

A, you go to her!

B, she comes to you!

C, pretend to be cool!

D, only those with weak kidneys are immune to this attack

So, if it were you, which would you choose?

Yang Hao immediately eliminated option D; he's strong as hell, no weakness there.

Then he ruled out option C; there's no need for fakery, and that would just be plain stupid!

So, after ditching the two wrong options, only A and B were left.

And with Xixi still at home, Yang Hao wasn't going to make the trip just for some B matter.

So Yang Hao sent a location to Meng Chacha: Got something to discuss, meet in person.

Meng Chacha replied instantly: Okay, Yang.

In fact, Meng Yuyu had already dressed to go out, knowing that Yang Hao, with a daughter at home, couldn't possibly come to find her at this hour.

But she could deliver the goods, and her sending the picture was essentially asking Yang Hao if he needed door-to-door enlightenment services.

Leading with passion, initiative, and thoughtfulness; on call whenever needed!

Such a good sister, just ask yourself if you need one or not!

About fifteen minutes later, Yang Hao received another message from Meng Yuyu: Yang, I'm already downstairs.

The apartment Meng Yuyu rented was quite close to Bolli Fitness Center, and the place where Yang Hao lived wasn't far from Bolli Fitness Center either.

So, it took Meng Yuyu about ten minutes to drive there, but upon arriving at the address, she was a bit puzzled. She had thought that even if Yang Hao wasn't residing in Star Cloud Bay, he would be living in some high-end residential area. She didn't expect it to be a resettlement housing area.

It must be an old house from before he made his fortune!

Yeah, Yang is truly a sentimental guy!

See, if you're rich, even if you live in a resettlement area, people will think you have sentiments!

That's to say, in this damn society, everything a rich man does is fragrant.

Meng Yuyu sat in her car without turning off the engine. The new generation Mercedes-Benz GLC's interior has caught up with domestic brands, and its 12.3-inch LCD screen was quite pleasing to the eye.

That's why they say Mercedes understands the Chinese market. While other joint venture brands were still mocking domestic brands for only knowing how to make refrigerators, TVs, and sofas, Mercedes had already taken the initiative to change.

After all, catering to consumer needs is the way to go. What you want, I provide!

Doesn't matter if it's actually useful, as long as others have it, I need it too.

The car stereo played music. Don't think that Meng Chacha, being born after 2000, wouldn't like old songs. She actually found old songs to have more flavor.

At that moment, her playlist shuffled to an old song even older than Meng Yuyu herself, “Let Me Love Enough for Once.”

And accompanying this old song from 1989, Yang Hao, who was of the same age, appeared in Meng Yuyu's sight.

Little bitch's lips curved into a shallow smile. Initially, her interest in Yang was all about the money, but after spending some time with him, she really found herself attracted to the charm of Mr. Yang, the uncle.

He was emotionally stable and humble. Despite being a billionaire, he didn't show off or look down on people like some rich folks. Moreover, Mr. Yang, constantly striving to get fit and lose weight, was visibly improving in personal appearance and charisma.

He was the perfect vision of an older man in a young girl's eyes.

Meng Chacha got out of the car, ran a few steps, then threw herself into Yang Hao's arms: “Yang, the truth is, I missed you.”

She took the initiative to explain why she sent the selfie.

“Get in the car, we'll talk about it in detail,” Yang Hao said, wrapping his arms around Meng Yuyu as they got into the car and instructing her to drive to a secluded spot.

The good thing about this resettlement estate was that most of the streetlights were broken. At night, the compound was pitch-black, conveniently allowing for some healthful and heartening activities in the cover of darkness.

On the balcony of a sixth-floor apartment, a little boy who had overslept during the day was sitting, building with blocks. He glanced down at the street inadvertently and spotted a car dancing.

The boy's eyes widened in shock; he had never seen a car that could dance, and this was too much fun.

“Dad, Dad, come and look!”

“There's a dancing car downstairs.”

The little boy loudly called to his dad, who was scrolling through Kuaiyin on the couch.

Upon hearing his son's shouts, the bald guy, who was enjoying watching women dance, got up and came out to the balcony. Following where his son was pointing, he, too, saw the dancing car.

The bald man raised his eyebrows, a hint of envy in his expression.

MD, the owner of that Mercedes really knows how to have fun!

“Dad, why doesn't our car dance?” the little boy asked curiously.

After a moment's thought, the bald man replied, “Your mom won't let it.”

“Huh?”

“Then I'll go ask Mom…”

After speaking, the little boy dashed off to the bedroom.

The bald man looked at his son's retreating figure and muttered softly, “You'll understand when you grow up.”

Soon after, a middle-aged woman in pajamas was pulled onto the balcony by the little boy, although she was very sleepy, she instantly perked up at the sight of the dancing car down below.

And so, the family of three stood neatly on the balcony and watched the car dance and dance…

However, after a while, the middle-aged woman's gaze grew resentful. She glanced at the bald man and whispered in complaint, “Look at them!”

When Yang Hao returned upstairs, Xixi was still fast asleep.

Actually, Xixi was really easy to take care of–she could eat, she could sleep, and wasn't fussy at all.

Her sleep quality was especially good. Unlike some children who need to be held and patted to sleep, Xixi would fall asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, guaranteed within five minutes, and she rarely woke up once she was asleep.

Having done his pre-sleep workout, Yang Hao also felt tired. He took a shower, and while showering, he thought he should get a bigger car for Meng Yuyu.

The backseat space of his Mercedes GLC was still not roomy enough to sit in comfortably.

On the other hand, Meng Chacha, who had obtained the “true scripture”, hummed along to the old song playing from the car's sound system as she drove.

Yang had not only given her the “true scripture” just now, but he had also turned over the “Mr. Yang Losing Weight” Kuaiyin account to her management. This account currently had 230,000 followers, and Yang had directly handed it over to her, showing his great trust in her.

And all that Yang brother had requested was that she not use the Kuaiyin account to make money.

See, that's the demeanor of the wealthy!

They really just do it for fun…

The next day.

Li Manni drove her brand new Porsche Cayenne to work.

In fact, if it was just to her workplace, she could have walked, but she needed a car during the day for reporting the news. The company cars were prioritized for senior staff, and as an intern, she would have had to take a taxi. Having her own car was much more convenient.

However, just as she drove up to the gate, she saw a familiar figure.

It was her sister, Li Manshu.

The other party seemed to have seen her as well and waved vigorously.

Li Manni frowned subconsciously, concerned that her sister was there early in the morning probably because she had found out about the car her brother-in-law had given her.

Taking a deep breath, Li Manni had no choice but to stop the car and roll down the window to let her sister in and then drove to the company parking lot.

After all, she couldn't block the company gate with her car.

Li Manshu got into the passenger seat and didn't speak right away, instead, she looked around the interior of the Porsche Cayenne.

Chapter end

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