On Saturday noon, Yang Yajing deliberately had Zhou Pengfei drive her secondhand Santana to the club, and arrived without any makeup.

To say she went completely bare-faced wouldn't be entirely accurate; she did wear foundation and a slightly pink lip balm.

This simplicity is merely a contrast to the heavily made-up women here.

The security guard was taken aback when an old Santana, over five years old, suddenly appeared in a parking lot filled with imported luxury cars.

The security guards here are very perceptive, because many big shots ask them to park their cars, so they are familiar with the performance and age of every type of vehicle.

People who have seen all kinds of cars might assume that they don't know this is a clubhouse parking lot and that someone has parked illegally when they suddenly see an ordinary car.

The fact that the people getting off the car were dressed simply confirmed to him that they were not guests.

Upon spotting the security guard, Yang Yajing immediately asked Zhou Pengfei to call Jiang Xuanxuan.

Because she knew that if she called, she would most likely be ignored and not answered by Jiang Xuanxuan, just like in her previous life, making her lose face and be embarrassed.

They didn't go inside; instead, they leaned against the car, waiting for the security guards to cause trouble.

Zhou Pengfei called Jiang Xuanxuan, and Jiang Xuanxuan answered immediately.

Just then, the security guards came over and told him to leave: "Sir, this is a private club, not a public parking lot. Please get in your car and leave!"

"Oh! We have an appointment, this is the right place." Zhou Pengfei was on the phone, and Yang Yajing explained from the side.

"You made an appointment? The guests here are all rich and powerful, why would they know someone as lowly as you?" The security guard didn't believe him. "Get out of here right now, don't affect the city's appearance!"

"Jiang Xuanxuan, the service here isn't very good!" Zhou Pengfei said this on purpose, knowing that Jiang Xuanxuan had already heard the security guard's voice on the phone.

If Yang Yajing said the same thing, Jiang Xuanxuan would probably tell her that the security guards here are used to seeing rich people and have never seen such an old car and such simple people, and tell her not to get angry.

But since Zhou Pengfei said those words, Jiang Xuanxuan wanted to leave a good impression and not embarrass him.

Less than a minute later, Jiang Xuanxuan appeared at the club entrance, arrogantly telling the security guard, "I know you, this is none of your business!"

Upon seeing that she was the owner's daughter, the security guard bowed and scraped before leaving.

"Jiang Xuanxuan, that last sentence was quite powerful, wasn't it?" Yang Yajing said with a half-smile. "I thought you were going to treat us to a meal in the parking lot!"

"Oh dear, Yang Yang!" Jiang Xuanxuan twisted her body. "Yang Yang doesn't often appear in places like clubs. He's dressed too plainly, and this car... it's not his fault the security guard made a mistake!"

"The car? What's wrong with the car?" Zhou Pengfei asked.

"Yangyang, look at the cars in this parking lot?" Jiang Xuanxuan said to Yang Yajing, "This is too..."

"I only have this one car. Do I have to rent a BMW just to come to this club?" Yang Yajing pouted and pointed to the car next to her. "Seriously, are these people here for a meal or a car show?"

"Hehe!" Jiang Xuanxuan covered her mouth and laughed fakely. "Yang Yang is so funny! Everyone who comes here has more than one car like that at home. What kind of car show is this?"

At this moment, Zhou Pengfei handed Yang Yajing's bag from the back seat, glanced at Jiang Xuanxuan, and his meaning was clear: Can we go in now?

Standing under the blazing sun, Jiang Xuanxuan also felt the heat. In May, she was still elegantly wearing a Prada long coat – was she misunderstanding the seasons?

Yang Yajing knew, of course, that Jiang Xuanxuan wasn't unaware of the season; rather, she was just going through the motions to flaunt her wealth.

The front desk offers a place to store coats. Which rich young lady doesn't hand her coat to the front desk as soon as she walks in, and then compliment each other on her outfit?

But today, neither Yang Yajing nor Zhou Pengfei had any coats to store; only Jiang Xuanxuan placed her Prada bag on the counter.

Seeing her casually place her phone on the counter, Yang Yajing raised an eyebrow and secretly put her phone into the pocket of her coat, which was also on the counter.

"Sir, Madam, please swipe your card to check in." The receptionist took Jiang Xuanxuan's coat, hung up her name tag, and then spoke to Yang Yajing and Zhou Pengfei.

"Swipe a card? What card?" Zhou Pengfei didn't understand.

Yang Yajing had known about this procedure for a long time. In her previous life, she had also been here and had been harassed by the receptionist for a long time, just like always.

The so-called "swiping the card" means swiping the membership card. Every member has to swipe their card and sign in on a notebook when they come here.

Yang Yajing was waiting for the receptionist to take out the notebook so she could see who was in it.

“They’re not members, they came with me. They can just swipe my card. Same as usual, Lotus Hall.” Jiang Xuanxuan took out her VIP card and swiped it.

"What kind of people are the members here? Do they all have to pay a million yuan in membership fees?" Yang Yajing pretended to be curious and envious, but she was actually trying to get information out of him.

She knew that Jiang Xuanxuan loved to show off, but didn't have much respect for privacy.

“Of course, the members here are all heads of big businesses!” Yang Yajing said proudly.

"A big business? How big? Is it as big as yours?" Yang Yajing blinked, looking like she didn't know anything about the market.

"At least, right? Even the Xia family are regulars!"

"The Xia family? The Xia family, the richest family in Jincheng? Don't lie to me! Impossible!" Yang Yajing shook her head. "I don't believe it!"

"Yangyang, don't be skeptical," Jiang Xuanxuan said smugly. "It's not Yangyang's fault; Yangyang's social circle is small, and he doesn't know many people. Xuanxuan knows a lot of successful people!"

"Who's there? Who's there? Let me see!" Yang Yajing eagerly leaned closer.

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