Wu Маngmаng’s first instinсt was that thе Нummеr wаs hеrs.
She thought to hеrsеlf, Lu Sui reallу was imprеssivе. It hаd оnlу bеen two dаys. Normally, this kind of vehiсlе wouldn’t bе in stoсk аnd wоuld rеquire а рrе-оrdеr, but rich рeoplе hаd their оwn extraоrdinary mеans. Wu Mаngmаng hаd full соnfidеnсe in Lu Sui.
When wоrk еnded, Lu Sui саmе to рick hеr uр. It was clеаr theу weren’t heаding back to thе lаkе district but tоward the suburbs in anоthеr dirеctiоn, sееminglу аn аreа сonсentrаted with cаr deаlеrshiрs.
Lu Sui toоk Wu Маngmаng to a vast, оpen spacе. In the middle stoоd a small hill сovеrеd with blue рlastic sheeting, so Wu Mangmang couldn’t tell what it was. No matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn’t guess.
If it were a plane or a yacht, it seemed a bit too small, but there was absolutely no vehicle that could be this big.
What on earth could have such a massive volume?
Wu Mangmang struggled to contain her overflowing curiosity, her heart pounding wildly as Lu Sui led her toward the “gift.”
As Lu Sui stopped, two people pulled the plastic sheeting off the gift from left to right, revealing its true face.
A bright red, brand-new, 10-ton heavy-duty truck!
Haha, what a hilarious joke.
But Wu Mangmang couldn’t laugh at all.
“Tall enough?” Lu Sui asked Wu Mangmang. “Go ahead and try it. The view is excellent. Absolutely no one can block your line of sight, and it’s a stark contrast to your own image. People will definitely go ‘wow’ when they see a female driver like you.” Lu Sui rarely spoke such a long string of words.
“This joke isn’t funny at all,” Wu Mangmang pouted.
Lu Sui took Wu Mangmang’s hand, turned her palm upward, and placed the truck key in it. “I specially picked the color for you. It suits you well. Want to go over and strike a pose with your new ride? I’ll take a photo for you.”
Wu Mangmang firmly shook her head.
“Doesn’t meet your requirements?” Lu Sui looked somewhat aggrieved.
“I want my Hummer,” Wu Mangmang knew Lu Sui must be teasing her.
“Compared to this truck, a Hummer is absolutely inferior. Whether it’s safety or height difference, this truck leaves the Hummer in the dust. Want me to make them crash into each other to prove it?” Lu Sui said.
“Stop messing around. Is it fun to make fun of me?” After her extreme disappointment, Wu Mangmang was on the verge of tears. She really, really wanted a vehicle.
“Give it a try. Maybe you’ll like it after a spin,” Lu Sui suggested.
Wu Mangmang rolled her eyes. “I only have a Class C license. I can’t drive this thing.” You idiot! She didn’t dare say the last part out loud.
But she had something even more biting. “Why don’t you just gift me a tower crane? The view is even higher, and I wouldn’t have to worry about traffic jams. You could just lift me from point A to point B.”
“Maybe next Double Eleven,” Lu Sui nodded.
“Lu Sui!” Wu Mangmang stomped her foot angrily. This kind of delicate, coquettish anger could only come from a woman in love.
And only a man in love wouldn’t get goosebumps hearing it.
“Alright then. For Double Eleven, there’s a promotion—buy one, get one free, a big gratitude giveaway. When I bought this truck, they threw in another one,” Lu Sui revealed another set of keys.
Wu Mangmang recognized the car key as a Ferrari at a glance and gave up hoping Lu Sui would gift her an SUV.
A fiery red, high-end custom model—driving it would probably make people think of Nezha the Little Prince’s Wind Fire Wheels.From the leather upholstery to the interior details, everything was meticulously crafted—a car like this couldn't be obtained in just a few days.
"Did you order this car a long time ago?" Wu Mangmang asked Lu Sui.
Lu Sui nodded. "But I still pulled some strings to jump the queue."
As soon as Wu Mangmang sat in the car, she felt inferior, both physically and mentally suffocated.
A sports car worth millions was undoubtedly flashy, but driving it was genuinely unpleasant.
She had originally thought this Double Eleven could be a joint effort to flaunt their relationship, but reality proved her too naive—she was completely outdone by Lu Sui.
"Driving this is worse than driving a truck," Wu Mangmang thought to herself, and she couldn’t help but ask aloud, "If we break up in the future, do I have to return this car to you?"
Lu Sui replied, "It’s up to you."
Wu Mangmang finally showed a hint of a smile on her face. Though she didn’t like the car, no one would dislike turning it into cash.
However, not seeking revenge was unworthy of a true person. Wu Mangmang’s eyes lit up with an idea as she drove the sports car to a bustling downtown area and said to Lu Sui, "I want to get a new hairstyle, but it might take a while. Could you go back first and pick me up later?"
Lu Sui naturally had no choice but to agree.
The time women spent on their hair was terrifying; even if he wanted to accompany her, he couldn’t afford to waste those hours.
Wu Mangmang’s usual hair salon was also following the trend with Double Eleven promotions. Their top stylist, Paul, offered a wash, cut, and blow-dry for just 1,111 yuan. It was said he had once styled a female celebrity surnamed Shu, and when Korean stars visited the city without their own stylists, he was their go-to choice.
1,111 yuan was practically a steal.
"Your hair is so beautiful; it’s perfect for keeping long. Are you sure you want to cut it?" Paul asked again, looking regretful.
"Yes."
"My hair is almost done. Can you come pick me up?" Wu Mangmang called Lu Sui.
But there seemed to be the sound of mahjong tiles in the background—the boring game of old men.
"Are you playing mahjong?" Wu Mangmang asked.
"Yes. Should I send the driver to pick you up?" Lu Sui replied.
"You’d rather play mahjong than be with your girlfriend?" Wu Mangmang complained. "Besides, sitting for too long will turn your abs into a beer belly."
Wu Mangmang felt she would grow to dislike Lu Sui.
When women became clingy, it was truly a headache. Lu Sui rubbed his temples.
"No, I want you to come pick me up. I even have a big surprise prepared for you. I want you to be the first to see my new look," Wu Mangmang said, her voice on the verge of tears.
Lu Sui had no choice but to stand up. "Find someone to take my place."
Wu Mangmang triumphantly flashed a "V" sign at her reflection in the mirror.
On the phone, Lu Sui was met with a chorus of jeers, with Ning Zheng’s voice the loudest. "Lu Sui, are you serious?"
"That’s not fair, Lu Sui. Remember when my girlfriend threw a fit while I was playing mahjong? What did you say to me?" Jiang Baoliang chimed in.
Lu Sui picked up his jacket and walked out without looking back, waving a hand dismissively.
"Hey, we’re waiting for you—three players short!" Ning Zheng shouted after him.
"Is Lu Sui for real this time?" Jiang Baoliang clicked his tongue. "To think he’d fall for that little madwoman Wu Mangmang? Unbelievable!"
"That little minx Wu Mangmang? Impossible!" Ning Zheng scoffed, though he probably didn’t realize the sour grapes in his tone.
Shen Ting offered no comment. "Are we still playing or not?"“What’s the point of playing with just three people? Let’s wait for Lu Sui.” Ning Zheng pushed his tiles aside and stood up, heading to the balcony to light a cigarette.
“Since when did you start smoking?” Shen Ting asked Ning Zheng.
Ning Zheng remained silent.
“Still haven’t gotten over it?” Shen Ting pressed.
“Try being forced into marriage yourself.” Ning Zheng, likely pushed to the edge by Shěn Yuànzǐ, even vented his frustration on Shen Ting.
“If you really don’t like Yuànzǐ, don’t hold her back. Are you reluctant to give up the Ning family’s assets?” Shen Ting said.
Ning Zheng took a deep drag from his cigarette. “If I don’t take them, should I leave them to that outsider?”
In short, Ning Zheng simply couldn’t accept it.
That woman outside had caused his mother’s death, and now her illegitimate child was stepping into the family home. How could he swallow that anger?
“Then don’t leave anything for the Ning family,” Shen Ting said.
Ning Zheng looked up at Shen Ting, who waved his hand dismissively. “Lu Sui’s words. Think about it.”
“Aren’t you going to do something about Shěn Yuànzǐ?” Ning Zheng asked.
“It’s precisely because I care about her that I’m getting involved in this mess. What you’re doing harms both her and yourself,” Shen Ting replied.
Ning Zheng said nothing, only punching Shen Ting’s shoulder lightly.
When Lu Sui arrived at the hair salon, he scanned the room three times but couldn’t spot Wu Mangmang anywhere.
It wasn’t until she slapped him on the back from behind.
“Uncle,” Wu Mangmang called out brightly, then quickly planted a kiss on Lu Sui’s cheek before affectionately linking her arm with his. “Let’s go. You must have been waiting anxiously, right?”
Everyone in the packed hair salon turned to stare at this clearly questionable niece and uncle pair.
The uncle was exceptionally easy on the eyes, his looks off the charts. The gray cashmere coat he wore exuded both elegance and presence, as if bursting from the pages of a book.
But the little niece seemed too young—sporting a student-style bob with straight bangs and wearing a high school uniform. How could he possibly make a move on her?
“How do I look, Uncle?” Wu Mangmang stepped back from Lu Sui, twirling on her tiptoes in delight.
Her new hairstyle had shaved seven or eight years off her appearance. If she tried entering a bar or casino now, she’d undoubtedly be asked for ID.
The high school uniform she wore was one she’d asked the family housekeeper to bring over—the skirt she’d worn back in her high school days.
A white blouse, a maroon pleated skirt, a dark blue ribbon tied at the collar, black flats, and Japanese-style student socks that reached just below the knees.
Back in high school, Wu Mangmang had been the school goddess, of course leading the charge in shortening her skirt to above the knees. So, while this outfit looked innocent, it also carried the sly allure of a schemer.
After twirling, she pressed herself against Lu Sui’s arm again. “Let’s go, Uncle. Don’t worry—Auntie flew to London today and won’t be back. I’m all yours for the whole night.” She leaned even more heavily against his arm.
The people around them shuddered in disgust.
Lu Sui closed his eyes briefly. His girlfriend truly had no limits—there was nothing she couldn’t think of or act out.
On the way back, Lu Sui remained silent the entire time.
Wu Mangmang, meanwhile, kept blowing her bangs upward playfully. “Dr. Wu suggested I start playing more positive, uplifting roles from now on. I thought about it and decided high school students are the most positive and uplifting. I even bought a box of pencils, planning to study hard from now on, day day up.”
Wu Mangmang waved the pencil in her hand.Halfway there, Shen Ting called to ask if Lu Sui was still coming back.
Wu Mangmang leaned over beside Lu Sui and said, "A bet is a bet. Today’s the day you pay up. It’s the perfect day for showing off."
Not flaunting affection on Singles’ Day would be a terrible waste.
Looking at Wu Mangmang’s outfit, Lu Sui thought that even if he didn’t say a word, people would still think he was a pervert if he took her outside.
“Not coming back. Let’s meet another day.” Lu Sui hung up the phone.
Wu Mangmang followed behind Lu Sui, rubbing her hands together in anticipation as they entered the Lu residence.
“Wait for me. I’ll go get the camera. I think the sofa in the living room would be a better spot for photos,” Wu Mangmang said.
Lu Sui replied, “Your aunt said there’s airport control today, so her flight hasn’t taken off. She’s coming back to check on us.”
Then, right in front of Wu Mangmang, he closed the door, nearly breaking her high nose bridge.
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