C113 My Car Can Carry a Lot of People'!

Zhang Chen shook his head in resignation and raised his arm to press the unlock button once more.

With a crisp sound, the Rolls-Royce erupted in a burst of dazzling light again!

Hee Jiahua stumbled backward in shock, nearly falling over!

Everyone was completely dumbstruck.

Overwhelmed with emotions, they struggled to come to terms with the reality before them.

Lin Zhiqing was equally bewildered, her eyes fixed on Zhang Chen, utterly baffled as to why he possessed the keys to such a vehicle.

It took some time, but eventually, everyone began to snap out of their stupor.

Their gazes towards Zhang Chen were now filled with a newfound respect.

Hee Jiahua struggled to swallow, his eyes wide with astonishment.

He couldn't fathom how Zhang Chen could own such an extravagant car.

In all of Ningzhou, how many could actually afford it?

Merely two!

One was Chen Dafu, and the other, Mr. Hwa.

So how on earth did Zhang Chen come by this car?

Zhang Chen flashed a sly smile and remarked nonchalantly, "This car seats quite a few. It's not exactly pocket change!"

Yet, even Zhang Chen was clueless about the car's actual price.

Many echoed in agreement, "Absolutely!"

Zhang Chen just shook his head.

He had long grown accustomed to such opportunistic folks.

Finding no further reason to linger, he turned with a cheerful grin and said, "Zhiqing, let's head home."

It took a moment for Lin Zhiqing to snap out of her daze.

Feeling the weight of everyone's stares, she mulled it over before breaking into a radiant smile, "Alright, we're going home!"

With that, she linked her arm through Zhang Chen's.

Amidst the envious looks of the onlookers, she made her way to the Rolls-Royce, step by step.

Though she was aware the car likely wasn't Zhang Chen's, it still made her look good.

It was a sign that Zhang Chen had made a thoughtful gesture.

And that made her genuinely happy.

Before long, they both settled into the Rolls-Royce.

Zhang Chen passed the key to the driver, and the car started up, vanishing from view in a trail of brilliant light.

It was quite some time after the car had gone that Hee Jiahua came to his senses from the shock.

He glanced around, his expression darkening to one of grim resolve.

"Zhang Chen, this isn't over!"

Hee Jiahua let out a cold snort, his teeth clenched as he settled into the Ferrari.

Zhang Chen, meanwhile, sat quietly in the Rolls Royce, resting against the plush seat. He had recognized the car as Su Mang's a while ago.

Lin Zhiqing, on the other hand, fidgeted uneasily. She looked intently at Zhang Chen and said, "Thank you." Those few words conveyed the gratitude she felt deep within. Zhang Chen had undoubtedly made significant sacrifices for this situation.

But she couldn't help wondering, where had he gotten this car?

Zhang Chen replied with a cheerful grin, "No need for thanks between us." His response was sincere.

Lin Zhiqing wasn't really listening, her head bowed as her thoughts tangled once more. She was uncertain about her feelings for Zhang Chen. He had repeatedly come to Old Master Lin's rescue and had saved her company that day, boosting her prestige immensely. Yet, the persistent memory of his infidelity clouded her mind.

The name Miss Han flashed in her thoughts, and Lin Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat. Only a select few in Ningzhou could afford such a luxury vehicle, and Han Qiqi's father was certainly one of them. This realization added layers of complexity to her emotions.

After much contemplation, she inquired, "Zhang Chen, who owns this car?"

Zhang Chen, having anticipated the question, answered smoothly, "It belongs to a friend of mine." He preferred to keep Su Mang's involvement under wraps for now.

Lin Zhiqing bit her lip gently and probed further, "Is your friend a man or a woman?" Her tone was delicate, laced with caution.

Caught off guard, Zhang Chen hesitated before admitting, "She's a woman."

A wave of conflict washed over him. Lin Zhiqing's pointed questioning suggested she might press for more details, and he considered revealing his sister's involvement. Could he possibly claim the car belonged to his Fourth Sister?

The thought excited him. He silently congratulated himself on his cleverness, oblivious to the fact that Lin Zhiqing's expression had turned decidedly somber.

Time passed, and Lin Zhiqing remained silent, leaving Zhang Chen bewildered.

Does she not want to ask anymore?

Zhang Chen turned to speak, but stopped short when he noticed Lin Zhiqing's face etched with struggle.

What's the matter?

Puzzlement filled Zhang Chen's eyes. He wanted to ask, but was unsure of what to say.

The car came to a gentle halt at the entrance of the Lin family compound.

Lin Zhiqing's expression remained complex and troubled, her heart uncertain of the right course.

Divorce? Zhang Chen had, after all, shown great kindness to the Lin family.

To keep enduring? To watch her husband's betrayal and do nothing? That wasn't in her nature.

Time passed, and still, Lin Zhiqing reached no conclusion.

"I'm leaving," she finally said.

Zhang Chen was taken aback.

Before he could process her words, Lin Zhiqing had already pushed the car door open and stepped out.

Then, someone else climbed in.

Loong San?

Zhang Chen paused, asking in bewilderment, "Have you been following me?"

Loong San nodded, "I was worried you might be in danger, so I came along."

Zhang Chen didn't elaborate further.

The car door shut, and the driver headed straight for Lau Qingyue's villa.

Zhang Chen sat in silence, a restless irritation brewing within him.

What's wrong with Lin Zhiqing?

Loong San, seeing through it all, remarked, "She's been holding back quite a bit."

"Holding back what?" Zhang Chen inquired, still perplexed.

Loong San went on, "You never mentioned this car was Miss Su Mang's, did you?"

Zhang Chen numbly nodded.

"The news has been buzzing lately. She probably thinks the car is Miss Han's from the Han family," Loong San explained nonchalantly.

Zhang Chen snapped to attention at those words!

After a while, he finally asked, "Are there many people who can afford this car?"

Given the crowd's reaction earlier, the car seemed to be an invaluable asset.

Loong San shook his head, "Money alone can't buy this car. In all of Ningzhou, only Chen Dafu and Mr Hwa could afford it."

Zhang Chen grew more frustrated, asking incredulously, "Then how could she jump to the conclusion it was Han Qiqi?"

Loong San let out a light chuckle and said nonchalantly, "That Mr. Hwa happens to be Han Qiqi's father."

Zhang Chen was momentarily taken aback.

Han Qiqi is Mr. Hwa's daughter?

What are the odds?

His eyes went wide as the pieces of the puzzle in his mind clicked into place.

It all made sense now.

Zhang Chen mused for a moment, realizing he'd have to find time for Han Qiqi to clear things up.

He wasn't particularly bothered about the divorce itself, but the feeling of being misunderstood was truly unsettling.

Before long, the car came to a halt.

Zhang Chen groggily opened the door and stepped inside.

As he shut the door and turned, a wave of sweet fragrance washed over him.