"The latest Zouwu off-road vehicle." Gu Nanyan held a small object in his hand, which looked similar to a tiger to Shen Bei'an.

What is a Zouwu?

Shen Beian was a little confused, but the seven people over there were staring intently at the thing.

One of the young men, dressed in a tight-fitting robe with a hibiscus-purple floral pattern, had a glint of fire in his eyes. "Elder sister, if you participate, there will be no suspense at all." He unconsciously licked his lips, like a beast eyeing its prey, determined to win!

Shen Beian was right next to Gu Nanyan, and startled by that look, she moved even closer to Gu Nanyan.

“This is Zhongfu’s eldest son, Gu Nanjin. He was originally a colonel in the Southeast Military Region, but he was recently transferred back,” Gu Nanyan reassured him. “Zouwu is a car brand.”

Shen Beian snapped out of his shock and roughly understood. There were indeed cars with license plates like Maybach in this world, but most of the cars in Beijing, or rather, most of the cars he had ever seen, did not have the brand names he was familiar with in the real world. Instead, they had some strange logos that seemed odd to him.

Something that could make the young master of the Gu family's eyes turn red must have an exorbitant price tag.

What a spendthrift wife!

“Of course I won’t participate. You guys can see if there are any fun rules. An’an, didn’t you want to play?” Gu Nan’an put his hand on Shen Bei’an’s waist and turned to ask.

"Hmm!" He was now very curious about what the other people's bets were.

Gu Nanmin said, "Elder sister, our bet isn't as good as yours." The latest Zouwu off-road vehicle isn't even on the market yet.

Moreover, the one her older sister has is definitely a limited edition with modifications and enhancements.

Its value is self-evident.

"It's nothing, just a car." Gu Nanyan curled his lips, as if it were something insignificant.

Although Shen Bei'an often grumbled that Gu Nan'an was a spendthrift wife, it was just talk; Biluo Xiaozhu really had plenty of these things.

If he remembered correctly, his wife's garage wasn't just at Biluo Xiaozhu; it contained far more cars than the rich second-generation heir who was most into cars in the real world, not to mention other places.

Mo Yulu nestled in Gu Nanchen's arms, cautiously tugging at his sleeve.

Gu Nanchen grasped it in return and looked at Gu Nanyan, "Elder sister, we younger brothers and sisters can't keep up with what you ordered." Gu Nanyan could easily afford a Zouwu SUV, but if they wanted to offer something of equal value, they would have to feel the pinch.

Gu Nanyan placed the item on the table and helped Shen Beian sit down beside him. "No need. It's been a long time. The final winner can take this. You don't need to contribute anything else."

Gu Nanyan changed into a simple, wide-sleeved brocade robe in a mountain-blue color with cloud and water patterns. He simply sat there, reached out to pour water, and the relic on his left wrist was revealed.

Shen Beian didn't think much of being pulled to sit down; after all, Gu Nanyan was the most important person here.

"Alright, tell An'an what the rules are. Weren't we planning to have hot pot for lunch later?" After testing the water temperature and finding it suitable, she handed it to Shen Beian.

Shen Beian held the Three Talents Cup with both hands and drank it without the slightest hesitation.

My eyes lit up – mountain spring water.

The water quality is really good.

Gu Nanchen explained the rules in general. Shen Beian had never played pitch-pot in the real world, but the rules were easy to understand.

It wasn't much different from the ring toss game that day.

It mainly depends on the technology.

"Just play casually. Nan Chen is a year older than you. Winning won't be considered bullying them, and losing is even more normal." Gu Nanyan said, twirling the relic in his left hand. "If you want to play seriously, then go ahead."

These words were clearly not just directed at Shen Bei'an alone.

Shen Bei'an wasn't quite sure what these people did, but he knew that the young master of the Gu family had grown up in the military camp since childhood.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, all of Shen Beian's arrows were knocked outside the pot.

In the end, only one stick was inserted inside—Gu Nanchen's.

Gu Nanyan casually tossed the item over, saying, "I'll have Zhaojun deliver it."

Gu Nanchen reached out and caught it steadily. "Thank you, elder sister." He then put his arm around Mo Yuluo, a smile playing on his lips.

Shen Bei'an: I thought I was pretty good at ring toss over there, but I didn't expect to be such a loser here with the Gu family.

He didn't know where his temper came from, but he glared at Gu Nanyan fiercely. He was the one who wanted to play, and Gu Nanyan offered the final prize, but now he was very unwilling.