Chapter 10: The Model Chauffeur

Qi Xiaotian squinted his eyes and discreetly dialed a phone number.

At that moment, the roar of an engine suddenly echoed from the highway. A red sports car, swift as lightning, screeched to a halt at the entrance of the bar. Everyone turned to look.

The King of Sports Cars!

“That’s the King of Sports Cars from Jiucheng Mall,” Xu Yunyao exclaimed, then glanced at Qi Xiaotian. “It must be Young Master Qi who arranged for it to be sent over! Young Master Qi is incredible!”

She had seen that car before, so she recognized its origin instantly. With her explanation, the crowd was convinced it was intentionally brought by Qi Xiaotian. Earlier, Lu Fei had insisted the King of Sports Cars belonged to him, but now Qi Xiaotian was about to prove him wrong.

“Wow, isn’t that Summer Lin, the Courtesan? She’s driving the car herself—what a statement!” Someone soon noticed that the driver was none other than the stunning model from the car show, Summer Lin, the Courtesan of Bianjing!

“All thanks to Brother Xiaotian’s connections.”
“Brother Xiaotian is so impressive!”
“I wonder if Jiang Meijia will still choose to ride in Young Master Qi’s car later.”

Qi Xiaotian smoothed his hair and stood up. He hadn’t expected Summer Lin to drive the car over herself, but it made sense. He had already ordered the car, so perhaps the dealership thought the timing was right and delivered it proactively.

He smiled and walked over. “Summer Lin, thank you for personally bringing the car,” he greeted her. The goddess admired by ordinary people was, in his circle, nothing extraordinary.

“Young Master Qi, hello, hello!” Summer Lin replied courteously, shaking his hand.

Those watching from afar were green with envy. Money truly opened doors—even the famous Courtesan humbled herself before him.

Xu Yunyao turned to Lu Fei, “Ha, you little rascal, look carefully—whose car is the King of Sports Cars now?”

Li Neng whispered to Jiang Meijia, “Meijia, the kid’s not just poor; his character is questionable. He swore the car belonged to him just now. You should see him for who he truly is.”

Jiang Meijia felt embarrassed. Lu Fei’s words sometimes made her cringe.

Lu Fei, however, shot a glare at Xu Yunyao and Li Neng. “Then watch closely and see whose car it really is.”

“Ha ha, you’re still being stubborn?”

“You really won’t give up until you hit a dead end,” Xu Yunyao said as she dragged Jiang Meijia over to congratulate Qi Xiaotian on his new car.

Qi Xiaotian was ready for his moment of triumph. But just then, something unexpected happened.

Summer Lin merely greeted him briefly, then walked straight toward Lu Fei.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Lu Fei?”

Xu Yunyao, Li Neng, and the others halted, puzzled by Summer Lin’s interaction with Lu Fei.

Lu Fei remained calm. “Yes.”

“Mr. Lu, I brought your car here. The manager arranged for me to be your exclusive driver. I’m honored to serve you.”

Those about to congratulate Qi Xiaotian were left speechless, their words caught in their throats.

“What’s going on?”

“Are you blind? It’s obvious—the King of Sports Cars belongs to Mr. Lu.”

“Lu Fei wasn’t lying earlier; the car really is his.”

“Qi Xiaotian’s attempt to show off just backfired spectacularly.”

A few wealthy heirs chuckled, enjoying the spectacle.

Qi Xiaotian’s face turned ashen, his hands and feet icy cold. For the first time in his life, he encountered such utter humiliation, and he was on the verge of collapse.

“Miss Lin, what do you mean? I ordered this car. Are you telling me it belongs to this country bumpkin? Are you joking?”

Summer Lin replied gracefully, “Young Master Qi, many people ordered this car, but ultimately, the boss sold it to Mr. Lu. I’m sorry your order didn’t go through. I hope we can cooperate in the future…”

“Who wants to cooperate with you? Just wait and see!” Qi Xiaotian, furious at the pointing and whispering crowd, turned and fled into his own car, stomping the gas pedal, and slipped away from the bar in disgrace.

“Alright, the car’s parked here. You can head back now. I’ll take my wife for a drive later,” Lu Fei waved Summer Lin off.

Meanwhile, Xu Yunyao and Li Neng huddled in a corner, stunned as they observed Lu Fei.

This guy was really the new owner of the billion-dollar sports car!

“What’s his background? Could he be more powerful than Young Master Qi?” Li Neng, remembering how he had offended Lu Fei earlier, felt both fear and regret.

Xu Yunyao was equally unsettled. Jiang Meijia and Huang Yunmei had described Lu Fei as a penniless country bumpkin, but now it seemed far more complicated.

“What’s going on? Don’t you owe me an explanation?” Holding the keys to the King of Sports Cars, Jiang Meijia scrutinized Lu Fei.

This guy had far too many secrets—first, the rare imperial jade, and now a car worth over a hundred million. Just how much was he hiding?

Lu Fei knew that without a reason, Jiang Meijia would keep pressing him.

He shrugged. “The previous owner of this car was one of my patients. He sold it to me at a low price.”

Jiang Meijia frowned. Lu Fei had said he was a doctor, but he hardly looked old enough to be a renowned physician.

Xu Yunyao came over. “Meijia, your boyfriend’s a doctor?”

Jiang Meijia nodded. “Yes, he got lucky and saved the dealership owner once. The owner repaid the favor this time, but won’t treat him so generously in the future.”

In Jiang Meijia’s mind, Lu Fei was just her servant, so she would never allow him to surpass her.

“Lu Fei, is that true?” Xu Yunyao turned to Lu Fei.

Lu Fei was speechless at Jiang Meijia’s attitude. Fine, he’d let her have her moment. “Yes, yes, it’s exactly as Meijia said.”

With that, Xu Yunyao, Li Neng, and everyone who’d mocked Lu Fei earlier breathed a collective sigh of relief.

It seemed Lu Fei was just a rural doctor who’d happened upon good fortune—a stroke of luck thanks to a benefactor.

But a country pigeon is still a country pigeon; even with the King of Sports Cars, he wouldn’t be able to maintain it. The gap in status remained enormous.

The atmosphere returned to cheerful camaraderie.

After the drinks, Xu Yunyao suggested taking a drive. Today’s gathering was originally a car club meet, and she’d invited Lu Fei because he didn’t have a car, intending to use that as an excuse to mock him.

She never imagined that Lu Fei would end up driving the most luxurious sports car.

It was infuriating.

But owning a car didn’t mean knowing how to drive.

“Lu Fei, you’ve got such a fine car—do you dare to compete with us?” Xu Yunyao proposed.

The mountain road ahead was perfect for racing; the young elites of Bianjing often sped their cars along this stretch.

The champion would become the star of their circle, adored by countless young women. The loser, however, would be scorned as a failure.