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Chapter 131: Chapter 130: Qianqian Wins by Doing Nothing Chapter 131: Chapter 130: Qianqian Wins by Doing Nothing The Mercedes-Benz S450L had not been turned off, and the hum of its engine was still clear.

Everyone’s gaze converged on the young man who had suddenly appeared.

Bright headlights streamed from behind him, casting a very long shadow.

His hands hung by his sides, his expression calm and indifferent, yet he exuded a sharp, confident aura.

Like a freshly sharpened sword, he pressed toward Li Jingzhong, causing his eyebrows to furrow deeply.

Standing beside the two men, Zhang Wensheng felt a tightness in his chest and struggled to breathe.

He had never forgotten the guy who went on a road trip with Zhao Yaqian.

Though greatly changed, there was no doubt in his mind—it was him.

He had been happily enjoying a meal out with his goddess, savoring the food.

But suddenly, two BOSS figures had jumped in.

One drove a Mercedes-Benz E300 worth over 500,000, and the other drove a Mercedes-Benz S worth over a million.

Compared to them, his own Wuling seemed pitifully inadequate.

As for his so-called girlfriend…

Zhang Wensheng felt a sense of panic, yet he was reluctant to believe it was Zhao Yaqian.

Li Jingzhong frowned at him and said sternly, “What do you mean by this? Who is harassing your girlfriend?”

Tang Song pursed his lips and calmly replied, “Don’t remember? We met outside Yiz Beauty Salon. You’ve harassed her before. I might overlook those incidents, but now Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend, so please stay away from her.”

Regarding this President Li, he could definitely say he was deeply impressed.

He also vividly remembered Li’s arrogant demeanor and that honking blue Mercedes.

Phrases like “the most suitable job for her”, “here’s an offer for you”, “I can’t be bothered to discuss this with someone as young as you”…

Perfectly embodied a shameless, sleazy man.

Zhao Yaqian watched Tang Song, who had suddenly appeared, and the phrase “Zhao Yaqian is my girlfriend” echoed over and over in her head.

Her cheeks flushed, and her mind felt dizzy, as if she were drunk.

This was the first time Tang Song had referred to her that way; it felt strange yet exceedingly secure.

In her eyes, the entire street now seemed to contain only Tang Song, all other scenery and people blurred into the background.

Li Jingzhong looked up and thoroughly examined him for a moment, then realizing, said, “So it’s you!”

The young man who had shared grilled skewers with Zhao Yaqian, who even had a spat with him—that left an impression.

His gaze swept over the nearby Mercedes-Benz S450L, then back to Tang Song, his eyes flickering.

Having worked for years and gradually becoming a high-ranking corporate officer, his experience and understanding were certainly adequate.

He was also beyond the age where blood rushed to his head.

Quickly weighing the pros and cons internally, he masked his emotions and said with a forced smile, “You misunderstood, I was just helping them because their car broke down by the roadside, and since Zhao Yaqian and I are somewhat acquainted.”

“Heh, your help isn’t needed, Yaqian isn’t close to you either,” Tang Song said.

Tang Song turned around, brushed past him, and approached Zhao Yaqian, gently wrapping his arm around her delicate waist and kissed her smooth cheek.

He smiled and asked, “Why do I smell cumin?”

Zhao Yaqian touched her slightly moist face, which seemed to snap her back to reality.

She smiled warmly and said, “I just had some starch sausage, and accidentally got some on my face. Brother Song, how did you get here so quickly? I only sent you my location a little while ago.”

“I had already set off, actually. I was going to bring you a surprise visit at the fried chicken shop, but then you said your car was broken down, so I came straight here instead,” he replied.

Zhao Yaqian’s eyes sparkled as she kissed him back, “Thank you, Brother Song.”

“Creek, creek—” Zhang Wensheng clenched his fists, feeling a chill run through his body.

She had a boyfriend, she really did have a boyfriend.

Nearby, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu looked back and forth between Tang Song and Zhao Yaqian, somewhat dumbfounded.

So this was Yaqian’s boyfriend?

They closely examined his features for a moment, recognizing the young man who had previously appeared in Zhao Yaqian’s social media posts.

But he looked somewhat different from his photos.

Taller and more chiseled, refreshingly confident, with stylish attire and an elite aura.

And hadn’t Zhang Wensheng claimed he drove a Wuling? But this clearly was a posh Mercedes!

The wide grill and bright emblem alone screamed expensive.

And does that mean the LV bag was real too? Wow, Yaqian is really fortunate!

Li Jingzhong’s gaze swept over the two people hugging each other, his facial expression looking quite ugly.

He turned and headed to his car, pulled open the driver’s side door, and sat down.

Since the Mercedes-Benz S was just blocking his side, Li Jingzhong had no choice but to reverse for a bit.

He violently turned the steering wheel to the left, pressed down hard on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the blue Mercedes-Benz E300 disappeared from everyone’s sight.

…

“Hello, I am Tang Song, Qianqian’s boyfriend.” Tang Song smiled and gave a brief introduction.

“Hello… I’m Li Yuanyuan, Qianqian’s high school classmate.”

“Hello Brother Song, my name is Jiang Zimu.”

The two girls hurriedly greeted him back, their expressions constrained.

Zhang Wensheng watched them, his lips moved, but he couldn’t speak at all.

Du Guangyin smacked his lips, and he couldn’t help but feel mournful for his roommate, Zhang Wensheng.

It’s just that your goddess is too outstanding; any random competitor could crush you.

Not to mention this handsome guy driving a Mercedes-Benz S450 worth over a million, clearly not on the same level as them.

How does that saying go?

If I had a Mercedes-Benz in my youth, love would not have caused disputes.

Zhao Yaqian whispered, “This is my high school senior, Zhang Wensheng, and this is his college classmate, Du Guangyin.”

Tang Song smiled at the two people.

Jiang Zimu looked at Zhang Wensheng, who was silent and leaning against the Wuling car, and sighed silently.

She took the initiative to say, “Qianqian, you must be starving, right? You ate those grilled sausages really fast. Why don’t a few of us take your boyfriend’s car first? Let Wensheng and the others wait here for the car to be fixed.”

Li Yuanyuan’s eyes shifted, and she quickly added, “Right, right, right, I’m also hungry. Let’s go ahead. It’s useless for us all to stay here.”

Zhao Yaqian licked her lips and nodded, “Brother Song, then we’ll trouble you.”

“No need to be polite with me.” Tang Song patted her soft waist.

“Wensheng, Brother Du, bye~” “We’re leaving, bye~”

“Bye.”

As he watched the four people get into the luxurious Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan, Zhang Wensheng felt completely drained and his mind boiled over.

“Ding-a-ling——” A ringtone from his phone snapped him out of it.

He answered the call. It was the mechanic he had arranged.

“Yes, right, it’s on this road.”

“Just walk about 500 meters south, on the west side of the road, the white Wuling.”

A moment after hanging up the phone.

A Wuling Hongguang approached, the mechanic quickly changed the new battery, tried it, and the car started smoothly.

Zhang Wensheng didn’t haggle and paid 390 yuan.

He sat back in the car, leaned against the seat, and slowly closed his eyes.

The truth was he had always known that Zhao Yaqian didn’t like him, but he still wanted to try his best, in case the impossible happened.

Now that his dream had shattered, he knew he was completely hopeless.

…

Inside the moving Mercedes-Benz.

Zhao Yaqian sat in the passenger seat, her fingers lightly touching the leather upholstery around her, curiously asking, “Brother Song, is this Mercedes-Benz also your car?”

“Yes, doesn’t it feel much more comfortable?” Tang Song glanced out of the corner of his eye at the beautician’s exposed long legs, his right hand always tempted to reach there.

However, considering there were two female classmates in the back, he really felt it was not appropriate.

“It’s very comfortable.” Zhao Yaqian pressed her legs together, leaned back on the soft seat, feeling she had still underestimated Brother Song’s capabilities.

Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu exchanged looks in the back seat.

Being so young and able to drive a Mercedes-Benz S-class, whether it’s from family or personal achievements, proved the other person was no simple character.

Not to mention he was so handsome and had such good demeanor.

Watching the naive Zhao Yaqian, envy welled up in their mouths.

Indeed, being beautiful was also a kind of capital.

With such a boyfriend, Qianqian didn’t need to do anything, nor did she need to strive. She could just win lying down, and in this case, lying on a bed.