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Watching Song Yun\'s carefree figure walking away, Mo Li said enviously, "Miss, your vision in choosing a man is just too good! Your husband is so outstanding, it\'s like he has foresight... spit spit spit, like he could predict the future!"

Hearing the praises for her love from the people around her, Ye Qingqing said with a smile, "Of course, look who\'s husband he is!"

On the other side, after leaving Mo Jing Group, Song Yun returned to the villa.

He parked his car, looked at the empty garage, and pondered whether he should buy a couple more cars. After all, the Lamborghini Veneno was a supercar, not suitable for city driving. Before even getting a chance to speed up, it would already be attracting speeding tickets.

With that thought, he searched online for 4S shops in Magic Capital and found that one of them was holding a car exhibition today. So Song Yun drove his Lamborghini to the venue.

After parking the car, Song Yun headed inside.

The exhibition hall hosting the car show was already swarming with countless people, most of whom were not there to buy cars, but rather to see the car models.

Song Yun naturally did not have such a taste and focused on looking at one SUV after another.

He wandered like this until he arrived at the Bentley exhibition area.

Bentley catered to a high-end clientele, and ordinary people simply could not enter. Just as Song Yun was about to go in to take a look, he was stopped.

"Sir, only VIP customers can enter the Bentley exhibition area, so I am sorry..."

Looking at the apologetic female salesperson, Song Yun did not make things difficult for her, understanding that cars costing several millions or tens of millions certainly needed careful on-site maintenance. If everyone could come in, touch, and drive them, who knows what state the car\'s paint would be in after the exhibition.

"Don\'t worry, if I\'ve come here, it means I certainly have the means. Do you see the Lamborghini stand over there? You can go ask them if they recognize someone named Song Yun," he said.

The female salesperson was stunned by Song Yun\'s words. After all, rich people nowadays often enjoyed playing the role of a dark horse, and she couldn\'t be sure that this plainly dressed young man wasn\'t one of them.

Asking a question wouldn\'t cost her a limb, so the female salesperson asked Song Yun to wait a moment and then sprinted off to the Lamborghini area.

When she learned that Song Yun was the super-rich guy who had recently acquired a Lamborghini Veneno, she broke out in a cold sweat. Thankfully, her attitude had been decent earlier, otherwise, if he had decided to make a complaint, she would have certainly been fired by the dealership.

"Mr. Song, right this way, please. I will introduce you to the car models you wish to see," the saleswoman said with a perfect smile upon her return, guiding Song Yun into the exhibition hall.

After looking around, Song Yun felt that Bentley was more suitable for wealthy middle-aged bosses. Such cars were usually driven by chauffeurs, while the bosses sat in the back—it didn\'t quite suit him.

Following the saleswoman\'s farewell and wishes to visit again, Song Yun left the Bentley exhibition hall.

"Ding! Host detected at a 4S shop car exhibition, would you like to check in?"

"Check in!"

Song Yun had never expected to trigger the system here.

"Ding, host has completed the check-in for this time and is rewarded with a story mode scenario. The story will commence shortly. Except for the check-in, the rest of the system\'s functions cannot be used until the story is completed. Of course, the host will receive a very high reward upon completing the story!"

Song Yun was confused by the mechanical voice of the system, damn it? The story started just like that? Locked me out, did it?

Just as Song Yun was standing there in a daze, he felt a bump on his back.

He turned around to see a very young-looking car model sitting on the ground, rubbing her ankle in pain.

Looking at the 18-centimeter high heels of the car model, Song Yun winced at the thought.

He reached out a hand, wanting to lift the car model to her feet, but as the car model raised her head, Song Yun was taken aback, and so was the car model, who sat dumbfounded on the ground with her mouth agape.

Song Yun knew this car model, and this little girl had almost become his child bride.

After Song Yun moved out of the compound, without suitable playmates in his new neighborhood, it was by chance that Song Yun\'s father\'s comrade-in-arms brought his daughter for a visit.

With just one look, Song Yun and the little girl became very good friends.

Only as they slowly grew up, they lost contact, never expecting to meet here today.

But as far as Song Yun knew, his father\'s comrade-in-arms had become an honorable police officer after his military transfer, and the little girl came from a reputable family. Why was she, at such a young age, working as a car model now?

"Song... Song Yun brother..." The little car model lowered her head, her face flushing red.

In her dreams, she had met Song Yun countless times, but the first encounter after many years in reality was unexpectedly here...

"Yuan Siyi? What are you doing here? Doesn\'t Uncle do anything about it?" Song Yun asked in feigned anger, helping her to her feet from the ground.

Gazing at her ankle, which was swelling up, he supported her all the way to the nearest Bentley showroom.

The female salesperson was overjoyed to see Song Yun, the affluent client, return, but was somewhat puzzled to see him helping a little car model.

"Mr. Song, is there anything I can do for you?" the female salesperson asked with a smile.

"My sister has a swollen ankle; could you get some crushed ice for us? Thank you."

Not to mention fetching ice, the saleswoman wouldn\'t hesitate even to buy an ice machine if asked, because for a tycoon like Song Yun, purchasing was no longer about the price, but about the relationships and suitability.

If she could please Song Yun here, and when he decided to buy a car, he contacted her, the commission would be extremely handsome!

The saleswoman hurried off to get the ice, leaving the two of them standing there in silence.

"That..."

"Song Yun brother, actually... my dad, he\'s sacrificed himself..." Yuan Siyi\'s voice trembled as she said this, her eyes slightly red, but she visibly held back her tears, preventing them from falling.

"!!!"

Song Yun had never imagined such an outcome, and looking at her, it was clear he understood.

No words were necessary; a single sentence was enough to make everything clear.

"Going by your age, you should be in your junior year of college?" Song Yun ventured a guess.

"Yes... after my dad passed, my mom fell ill. These years, with the pension from dad and support from uncles, I was able to continue studying, but... I don\'t want to live off others all my life, so I took some part-time jobs in my spare time..."

Yuan Siyi muttered softly.

Song Yun at this moment didn\'t know what to say, lighting a cigarette and smoking sullenly.

The saleswoman returned at this juncture, handing the ice to Song Yun and waiting nearby.

Annoyed and restless, Song Yun waved her away, "Don\'t just stand here, go call your manager and have them customize an SUV for me, and make sure the accessories are top of the line."

Upon hearing this, the saleswoman was ecstatic. A customized Bentley could fetch a much higher price than a ready-made one; if a standard model could sell for seven or eight million, then a customized version could easily surpass ten million.

Realizing that Song Yun had matters to discuss, she tactfully rushed off.