Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

97: Chapter 97 His own father is his driver, what a show-off!Wang Cuihua saw Song Zhiwei shake off her hand and anxiously leaned forward a couple of steps, reaching out again to grab Song Zhiwei’s arm.

She still wanted to use the posture of an ”elder” to persuade her and brush the matter aside, but she didn’t expect that as soon as she reached out, Zhang Fan would extend his arm and steadily block her.

”What are you doing?” Wang Cuihua’s hand froze in mid-air, and only then did she properly size up the man in front of her.

Zhang Fan was wearing a simple white shirt, with no famous watch or suit; in her eyes, he looked like someone ”without status.”

Her face instantly fell, her tone full of disdain, ”Where did this little white face come from? Mind your own business!”

Just now, she had been too busy bickering with Song Zhiwei to even notice Zhang Fan beside her. Now that she was blocked, she belatedly remembered there was such a person, and the contempt in her eyes almost overflowed.

In her view, any man by Song Zhiwei’s side was either a little white face after her money or a bodyguard who hadn’t seen the world, and was not worthy of speaking to her at all.

She leaned forward and screeched at Song Zhiwei, acting exactly like a wicked mother-in-law: ”Enough, Song Zhiwei! Stop throwing your Eldest Miss of the Song Family tantrum here! How many guests are watching outside? Do you know how hard it was for Young Master Pei to organize this banquet? Can’t you leave him some face? And this man...”

She pointed her finger at Zhang Fan, her tone even more biting, ”Who is this little white face? You have such a good man like Young Master Pei but don’t cherish him, and instead hang around with this kind of person. Aren’t you afraid of breaking Young Master Pei’s heart?”

Song Zhiwei took half a step back to avoid Wang Cuihua’s gesticulating, her eyes cold: ”First, those people outside were invited by your son, Pei Yunxiao, not my guests. Second, since when does a servant get to question who I bring to my Song family’s manor?”

She paused, deliberately emphasizing the word ”servant,” ”Nanny Wang, you’ve been a nanny in the Song family for so many years. Surely you haven’t forgotten the proper roles of ’master and servant’?”

Wang Cuihua was choked up, her eyes rolling so far back they almost hit the sky. In her heart, she cursed Song Zhiwei up and down: in the past, Song Zhiwei had been obedient to Pei Yunxiao and even respectful when handing her a glass of water, but today she dared to give her attitude in public.

She must have failed to get a good reaction from Pei Yunxiao and was taking it out on her on purpose! The more she thought about it, the more certain she became, a disdainful smile curling her lips: ”What’s the use of acting so fierce now? Just wait until you marry Yunxiao with the Song family’s assets, then I’ll show you!”

She was completely unaware of the farce at Zhanghua Mountain Villa, let alone that Song Zhiwei had already broken free from the intelligence-lowering halo. She was still immersed in the dream of her ”son marrying a wealthy heiress” and hadn’t even understood Song Zhiwei’s true attitude.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the manor, followed by the exclamations of the students. A black maybach drove up slowly, its body glinting coldly under the colored lights, looking very expensive at a glance.

”Look at Young Master Pei’s car!” Li Na stared intently at the maybach, her tone full of envy. ”If I could have one in this lifetime, it would be worth dying for!”

Ruan Shu quickly smoothed out her evening gown and stepped forward a couple of steps, wanting to be the first to show intimacy with Pei Yunxiao, but she didn’t see the flash of mockery in the depths of Song Zhiwei’s eyes.

After the maybach came to a steady stop, the passenger door opened, and a thin, withered man stepped out.

He was wearing the dark blue uniform exclusive to the Song family’s drivers, the collar pressed flat, but the stiff clothes hung on him like they were on a clothes rack.

This person was none other than Pei Yunxiao’s father, Pei Jianjun. He was so shriveled he was nothing but skin and bones, his cheeks sunken, his eye sockets dark, his lips parched and peeling, and his steps were unsteady as he walked, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

It had to be said that to help Pei Yunxiao flex, this father and son duo were truly pulling out all the stops.

Pei Jianjun hurried around to the back seat, bowed his back to open the door, and even deliberately held his hand over the top of the door frame for fear that Pei Yunxiao might hit his head while getting out. His posture was more respectful than when serving the masters of the Song family.

”Young Master Pei! You’re finally here!”

”Young Master Pei’s status! A private driver in a maybach, that’s so high-society!”

”Following Young Master Pei really gives one face. This manor, this luxury car—it’s truly an eye-opener!”

Compliments flooded in like a tide. Sitting in the car and hearing these words, Pei Yunxiao’s smile almost reached his ears.

He straightened his suit cuffs—this dark gray suit was a high-end custom piece Song Zhiwei had ordered for him last year. The fabric alone was imported cashmere, and with the hand-stitching, the set cost over 800,000 yuan.

Previously, he had been reluctant to wear it, but today he specifically dug it out to keep up appearances. It wasn’t easy wearing a wool suit on such a hot day.

He took a deep breath, assumed an arrogant posture, and slowly stepped out of the car, raising his hand to gesture for everyone to settle down: ”Everyone is being too kind. It’s just a car for getting around, no need to make a fuss.”

As soon as he said this, the compliments grew even louder.

A student union official from Jiang University quickly stepped forward to offer a cigarette: ”Young Master Pei is so low-key! If this is just a car for getting around, then we’re riding broken bicycles!”

Two young teachers from Jiang University also smiled and chimed in: ”Young Master Pei is young and promising. We might have to rely on your care in the future.”

Even the few tattooed hoodlums restrained their aggression and approached, bowing and scraping: ”Young Master Pei, if you need anything in the future, just give us a shout. We’ll be there whenever you call!”

Seeing her son being so complimented from afar, Wang Cuihua immediately forgot the unpleasantness of being rebuffed by Song Zhiwei. She hurried over to welcome him, not forgetting to pull Song Zhiwei’s arm: ”Zhiwei, come with me to welcome Young Master Pei! With so many guests here, don’t lose your manners!”

”You want me, the Eldest Miss of the Song Family, to go welcome a servant’s son?” Song Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, the mockery in her tone undisguised. ”Nanny Wang, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten your place, and you’ve also forgotten whose home this is.”

Zhang Fan stood to the side, watching Pei Jianjun’s forced appearance and Pei Yunxiao’s posturing. He complained in his heart: ”Good grief, they’re really going all out to flex. He’s even using his own father as a servant. This move is too ridiculous, even more magical than the plots in those short dramas!”

Pei Yunxiao didn’t see Song Zhiwei in the manor. He had specifically not invited her for fear that she would undermine him again like she did at Zhanghua Mountain Villa.

At this moment, surrounded by compliments, he was feeling light-headed. He raised his hand to signal for silence: ”Everyone has waited a long time. There was a bit of a traffic jam just now. Why is everyone standing outside? Come, follow me in. Drinks and snacks have been prepared inside!”

Saying that, he led the way toward the villa entrance, still calculating how he would show off ”his family’s manor” in a bit and how he would make those who once doubted him see him in a new light.

But when he reached the main door of the villa and reached out to press the fingerprint lock, a line of red text suddenly popped up on the screen: ”Fingerprint verification failed, please try again.”

Pei Yunxiao’s smile instantly froze on his face. Thinking he had used the wrong finger, he switched to another one, but the screen still showed the same prompt: ”Fingerprint verification failed.”