Gender-swapped Beautiful Girl, the Godly Rich System Takes Me to New Heights!

259: A bunch of bumpkins, making a fuss over nothing.Under the focused gaze of the crowd, a black audi sedan slowly pulled up outside the courtyard gate.

The car was polished to a shine, its body sleek and streamlined. In an environment dominated by motorcycles, pickup trucks, and old beaters, it stood out like a sore thumb.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, with his hair slicked back with oil, climbed out. He held the latest model of a mobile phone in his hand, looking quite smug.

He first looked around, seemingly satisfied with the attention he had garnered, before slowly and leisurely walking toward the courtyard.

”Wow, it’s an audi!”

”Is that the latest A6? It’s so grand!”

”Oh my, Atapong has really made it big!”

”No wonder we had to wait for him; the man is a big boss now!”

Low exclamations and discussions rippled through the courtyard, filled with envy and surprise.

This Older Male Cousin, Atapong, walked into the courtyard with his head held high amidst these mixed gazes, acting as if he were the protagonist of today’s wedding.

His wife followed behind him.

His wife was about the same age as him, draped in gold necklaces, gold bracelets, and gold rings that dazzled the eyes in the sunlight. She wore heavy makeup and a tight-fitting sequined dress.

She had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance, yet it only exuded an air of tackiness.

She held her head high, clutching Atapong’s arm, looking at people out of the corners of her eyes with her chin tilted up, just like her husband.

There wasn’t a trace of apology on her face for making a courtyard full of people wait for over an hour on empty stomachs; instead, it was as if everyone waiting for them was only natural.

Atapong’s gaze swept across the courtyard, taking in the complimentary looks—some genuine, some fake—from relatives and neighbors as if they were his due.

However, when his eyes swept past the VIP table in front of the main house and saw Lei Jun sitting there quietly, his entire body jolted, and his eyes widened behind his sunglasses.

Beautiful!

Too beautiful!

His brain buzzed. The audi, the crowd’s admiration—everything blurred in that instant.

That silver-haired girl had skin so white it seemed to glow, features so exquisite they were flawless, and an aura as cold and pure as mountain snow.

She just sat there quietly, as if she were separated from all the surrounding noise and tackiness, existing in a world of her own.

Atapong had never seen such a beautiful woman. She was a hundred times—no, a thousand times more beautiful than any of the heavily made-up women he had seen in the Bangkok nightlife scene!

No, no, no, a hundred million times!

And this kind of beauty carried an unattainable sense of distance, which only made his heart itch more.

He subconsciously straightened his back and adjusted the collar of his floral shirt.

He wondered, was she some distant relative he hadn’t met before?

Regardless of who she was, he, Atapong, was now the most successful person in the village. Driving an audi and wearing a gold watch, an outstanding man like him would surely catch the attention of such a beauty.

Thus, he performed a gesture he thought was very cool and capable of showcasing his status.

He took his audi car keys and deliberately spun them around his finger, letting the four-ring logo on the keychain glitter in the sun while casting casual glances toward Lei Jun.

He thought triumphantly, ’Did you see that? The keys to the latest audi!’

’In the whole village—no, in the surrounding villages—how many people can afford to drive an audi?’

’Let alone someone as young as me!’

’Beauty, look over here, see what a successful person looks like!’

He waited with great anticipation for Lei Jun to show a look of surprise, curiosity, or even envy.

He even imagined a scenario where the beauty would take the initiative to come over and strike up a conversation with him.

However, reality dealt him a harsh blow.

Lei Jun did indeed glance at him.

But it was just a single glance, one filled with utter disdain.

Then, she looked away as if looking for even a second longer would be a waste of her time. She turned her gaze to other busy people in the courtyard or simply lowered her eyes with an indifferent expression.

The smug smile on Atapong’s face froze, followed by a surge of irritation.

What?

Disdain?

She actually dared to be disdainful?

Did she not see clearly?

This is an audi!

An audi A6!

Not the beat-up pickup truck belonging to Er Gou next door!

He cursed viciously in his mind: ’Stupid woman!’

’Long hair, short on brains!’

’She probably came from some backwater place and doesn’t even recognize the audi logo!’

’Wasted such a beautiful face; she doesn’t have a lick of discernment!’

’What a killjoy!’

While he was feeling both angry and embarrassed, a sharp pain suddenly shot up from his arm.

He hissed, sucking in a breath of cold air, and turned to see his wife’s eyes spitting fire.

His wife had noticed long ago that her husband had been staring straight at that Silver-haired Beauty since they entered, his eyes nearly popping out. And now he was showing off his keys to seduce her right in front of her?

She squeezed harder in her anger, her nails nearly digging into Atapong’s flesh. Her eyes were full of warning and jealousy.

Atapong grimaced in pain. The wicked spark in his heart and his dissatisfaction toward Lei Jun were instantly suppressed by his wife’s ”pincer grip.”

He quickly withdrew his gaze, not daring to look toward Lei Jun again. He forced a smile and whispered to his wife, ”Gentle, gentle, there are so many people watching...”

His wife gave a cold snort and finally loosened her grip slightly, but she still cast a hostile glare toward Lei Jun, harboring a grudge against her as well.

’Looking like some vixen, trying to seduce my husband the moment she arrives!’

This little episode didn’t attract much attention because most people’s focus was drawn to the brand-new black audi outside the courtyard gate.

Especially some of the young people and men; they couldn’t contain their curiosity and flocked outside the courtyard, surrounding the car and marveling at it.

”My god, this car is so shiny! How much does it cost?” a middle-aged man asked in wonder, cautiously touching the smooth car door.

”Atapong, you’re amazing! What kind of big business are you doing in Bangkok?” another relative asked enviously.

”More than amazing, he’s truly successful! The first in our village!” someone said, giving a thumbs up.

Hearing these undisguised expressions of envy and praise, the jealousy Atapong’s wife, Nala, had felt earlier was immediately replaced by immense pride.

She let go of her husband’s arm and raised her head, feeling extremely happy.

Atapong also adjusted his sunglasses and curled the corner of his mouth.

”Ah, it’s nothing, really nothing. It’s just a tool for getting around. You need a bit of a facade when doing business.”

Though he said it was nothing, he was inwardly extremely smug.

’Look at these people, acting like they’ve never seen the world!’

’They’re even cautious about touching the car door, and the prices they’re guessing are laughably conservative.’

’Hmph, the on-the-road price of this car is much higher than they think!’

’Truly ignorant, making a fuss over nothing.’

He felt immense contempt for this group of relatives and neighbors marveling at the car.

’A group of bumpkins, making a fuss over nothing!’

’Just wait until I buy an even more expensive car; I’ll scare you all to death!’