Seeing this scene, Zheng Yanyan almost died of anger.
But thinking back, at this moment, Zheng Yanyan's feelings were truly indescribable. At first glance, Zhou Yuwen was actually driving a convertible sports car!? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
At second glance, what was he doing!?
Well, that's pretty awkward.
The girl who asked Zhou Yuwen for his WeChat also asked him, "Who is she?"
"Oh, so are we still adding each other on WeChat?"
"Well, if it's just to be friends..."
"Add, add, add, add your head! Zhou Yuwen, you better explain yourself right now!"
Zheng Yanyan finally reacted; damn it, he's my boyfriend!
She went straight up to Zhou Yuwen, put his head under her arm, and began to strangle his neck.
This move was sure to squeeze Zheng Yanyan's chest, but since they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they didn't care; Zhou Yuwen was fussing with Zheng Yanyan's head, saying, "No, what's there to explain?"
Mainly because the girl who wanted the WeChat was still waiting there, until Zheng Yanyan asked, "Hey, sister, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to add my boyfriend on WeChat?"
Those words seemed to wake the girl from a dream, and though reluctant, she still left.
After the girl left, Zheng Yanyan angrily asked Zhou Yuwen what he was thinking, adding other girls on WeChat?
"No, she was asking if this car is for hire, offering me a thousand bucks a day. I thought since it was idle anyway, I could make a little extra cash. Now you've gone and interfered with my money-making."
Zheng Yanyan let go of Zhou Yuwen, looking at his car with a bit of scrutiny: "Where did this car come from?"
It wasn't just Zheng Yanyan who was curious, Su Qing, Shen Yu, and a few other girls were also looking on with interest.
The first to discover the car belonged to Zhou Yuwen was Lu Lin, but her expression clearly changed for a moment, and even now she had yet to recover; she knew Zhou Yuwen was wealthy but didn't realize he was THAT wealthy.
Zhou Yuwen folded the convertible roof, got out of the car, and locked it.
He said, didn't I explain it to you just now?
Now the surprise on Zheng Yanyan's face was beyond words.
"That's impossible, right? You're kidding me, that car must be worth seven or eight hundred thousand, right?! After all, Zheng Yanyan was still a young girl; the whole thing was just too incredible, she felt as though she had really struck gold. No sooner had she confirmed her relationship with Zhou Yuwen, than he showed up driving a car worth seven or eight hundred thousand.
So what exactly was Zhou Yuwen's status?
A second-generation rich guy or a second-generation official?
In any case, definitely rich!
Zheng Yanyan wondered if she could be this lucky.
"It's a little over eighty grand."
"Zhou Yuwen, where did you get the money?" The question came from Su Qing.
Indeed, everyone knew Zhou Yuwen was selling phone cards, but selling phone cards could never make that much money. Even if Zhou Yuwen had monopolized the resources of the entire university town, in one semester at best he could make three to five hundred thousand. Where did the money come from to buy this?
Su Qing's suspicion towards Zhou Yuwen had never lessened, and Zhou Yuwen had always tried to lead her away from the issue. So, in response to Su Qing's question, Zhou Yuwen said straight out, "What do you mean where did the money come from, obviously it was given to me by my family."
"Your family is that rich? Aren't you Xu Huai's relative?" Zheng Yanyan excitedly asked, feeling like she'd stumbled upon a treasure.
"Can't a relative of Xu Huai be rich? What kind of logic is that? My family can't do business?" Zhou Yuwen said, somewhat speechless, before asking her if they were still eating as he was almost starving to death.
As Zhou Yuwen said this, they all remembered they were there to eat and went to find seats in the cafeteria.
The M4 parked next to the cafeteria drew an extra glance from anyone passing by.
In the cafeteria, Zheng Yanyan was even more nervous about the new car than Zhou Yuwen, worried it might get scratched or bumped. While ordering food and getting the meal, she kept glancing outside.
Zhou Yuwen asked her what she was looking at, and she said, "A lot of people are taking pictures over there, don't let them touch yours."
Zhou Yuwen felt speechless, and while getting the meal, suddenly remembered he was out of money on his meal card and needed to recharge it.
"Why recharge it, isn't using mine all the same?" Zheng Yanyan said.
Zhou Yuwen looked surprised, "Since when have you become so generous?"
Zheng Yanyan got unhappy at that comment, "You're my boyfriend, if I'm not generous to you, who should I be generous to?"
After saying that, Zheng Yanyan turned around and hugged Zhou Yuwen's neck, throwing herself into his arms.
Zhou Yuwen held her waist and said, "Rein it in a little."
"So what? There's nothing illegal about us."
At half-past twelve, there actually weren't that many people eating in the cafeteria, but Shen Yu and her friends were still queuing, so they really shouldn't have come to eat with Zheng Yanyan, who was obviously doing it on purpose.
After a few simple fast food orders, Zheng Yanyan said she wanted a Coke, so she and Zhou Yuwen waited in line a while longer at another counter, while Shen Yu and her friends found a spot as soon as they got their meals.
Shen Yu and Su Qing were notably quiet at that time, silently eating for a while before Shen Yu asked, "Is Zhou Yuwen's family in business?"
"I don't know." Su Qing actually did know, but she remembered that her in-laws seemed to work within the system, her father-in-law perhaps holding a slightly higher position as a deputy department head. Zhou Yuwen's family wasn't poor, but definitely not rich enough to buy a convertible sports car for him in his first year of college.
However, the purchase of the convertible sports car proved that Zhou Yuwen in this world was very different from the Zhou Yuwen she knew in her own world.
Another possibility was that Zhou Yuwen made the money himself.
But Su Qing hadn't figured out how Zhou Yuwen had earned the money.