There was a trailer truck with a transparent glass cabin filled with flowers and colorful lights, and on it was a Porsche Panamera.
The car was white with colorful lights, and seven large characters painted on it read, "Happy Birthday, Ms. Qin!"
Wow, it's so beautiful.
"Which rich guy is pursuing whose daughter? He's really going all out."
"If someone treats me like this, I'll definitely marry him."
Passersby were in an uproar and took photos of the sports car.
"This, this is a gift from you?" Qin Yue exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, it's a gift for you. You won't need to take a taxi to and from get off work anymore," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"No, it's too precious." Qin Yue quickly shook her head; this surprise was just too much.
"Do you like it?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I like it." Qin Yue nodded. Not only men like this kind of big toy, but women like it too, especially since it's so romantic. For a moment, she had an impulse to have ten or eight sons for Ye Xingchen.
"If you like it, accept it. It's the first gift I've given you." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
Yang Zhen and the others who came out were dumbfounded, especially Yuan Cheng, whose family was in the used car business. He recognized the car at a glance as the latest Panamera Turbo S. The car's list price was over 2.3 million yuan, and the final price would probably be close to 3 million yuan. Add to that Porsche's usual practices of adding markups and adding accessories, and it would be impossible to get it for less than 4 million yuan.
"Is this a gift from you?" Yang Zhen asked, unwilling to give up.
Yes, his family is well-off, but he still can't bring himself to spend millions to buy a car as a gift.
The man he considered a country bumpkin had actually bought a Porsche Panamera for Qin Yue? He could hardly believe it.
"Yes, it's a gift I gave him." Ye Xingchen nodded.
Yang Zhen fell silent, his face extremely grim. The others also looked rather uneasy; Ye Xingchen was playing dumb to outsmart them.
The car was unloaded, and the keys were handed to Qin Yue, who was so excited that her face turned red.
Regardless of the value of the gift, Ye Xingchen's attitude towards her made her very happy.
"Qin Yue, I've asked Qiao Bangzhu from the Bang Qiaowei Band to sing you a birthday song. He'll be here soon, I'm urging him." Yang Zhen composed himself. He couldn't let Ye Xingchen outdo him like this; he had to turn the tables. He quickly took out his phone to contact the band.
"Qin Yue, Yang Zhen is very dedicated. Boss Qiao is now a sensation on the internet. So many people want to invite him to sing, but he won't come. Yang Zhen, however, invites him right away. Money alone is useless; you also need connections." Yu Haiyao smiled dryly, looking at Qin Yue with a mixture of envy and jealousy.
“Yes, Haiyao is right. Yang Zhen’s family background is something that not everyone can compare to. We can’t be fooled by appearances.” Yuan Cheng chimed in.
"Thank you, but I know what I'm doing. I know who's good to me, and I know who I like. I don't need you to remind me." Qin Yue frowned. These people were in cahoots with Yang Zhen, desperately trying to stir things up.
"Boss Qiao, I'm the one who contacted you before. When is your band arriving?" Yang Zhen asked loudly into his phone. Suddenly, his expression changed: "What? You're not coming? Didn't we agree on something?"
"Things have changed. A boss offered me a million to come work for him." The other person said nonchalantly, "Why don't you find someone else?"
"Now that it's time, where am I supposed to find someone else? Can't you guys have any sense of contractual obligation?" Yang Zhen retorted angrily, "I don't care, you guys come here right now, my friend is waiting here."
"Idiot." The other party hung up the phone, leaving Yang Zhen stunned.
"I know Bon Jovi and his gang. They're just a bunch of street thugs who plagiarized a few songs and now they've suddenly become internet celebrities? Their character is so bad, do you really expect them to have any sense of contractual obligation?" Ye Xingchen sneered.
"Shut up! If you're so capable, why don't you invite someone over to sing a song right now? Qin Yue likes music, you didn't even know that?" Yang Zhen said angrily.
"Yang Zhen, aren't you making things difficult for him? He's just starting out as a small business owner, where would he get the connections to find a band to sing for him?" Yu Haiyao snorted coldly.
"Of course I know Qin Yue loves music, so today I specially invited a celebrity to sing a song for her," Ye Xingchen said casually.
"Haha, a celebrity? Are you serious?" Yuan Cheng laughed loudly. "You mean a third-rate celebrity, right? People like that don't even have the popularity of internet celebrities. You call someone like that a celebrity?"
"Keep bragging. Does he really think he's something special just because he's rich? He'll never catch up to Yang Zhen in terms of connections," Yu Haiyao sneered.
"Look, she's here," Ye Xingchen pointed.
A Toyota Alphard drove up and parked across the front of the lobby. The door opened, and two men in black walked in. They then stood on either side of the car, guarding the doors and waiting for the people inside to get out.
A beautiful leg in white high heels stepped out of the car door, followed by a girl. She was dressed playfully and cutely, wearing a woolen round hat, with light makeup on her face, a plain V-neck top, and a white tight-fitting short skirt. Her curvaceous figure and fullness were particularly eye-catching.
The girl was dressed in a sexy yet tasteful way, exuding an ethereal aura, and was none other than Lin Nianwei, a currently popular and trending star.
"Lin Nianwei, is this Lin Nianwei?" someone exclaimed.
"It's her, it really is her, how could she be here?"
The crowd erupted in a frenzy, as if a bomb had been dropped on them. Everyone was incredibly excited; this was none other than Lin Nianwei, the national idol.
She has an extremely beautiful singing voice, and her roles in recent dramas have deeply impressed audiences. She has rapidly risen to become a top-tier star, and her momentum is very strong, not inferior to some international A-list celebrities.
How could someone like that appear at the entrance of a hotel?
"Hello Miss Qin, I am Lin Nianwei, a friend of Ye Xingchen. I was invited by him to sing you a song today to wish you a happy birthday," Lin Nianwei said with a slight smile as she stepped forward.
"Ah, you, you invited him?" Qin Yue was utterly shocked.
She especially liked Lin Nianwei and her songs. Now that her idol had suddenly appeared in front of her, she could hardly believe her eyes.
"Yes, I invited her, Miss Lin. Thank you for your help." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"You're welcome." Lin Nianwei smiled slightly and took out the microphone: "Today is Miss Qin's birthday. I wish Miss Qin all the best in her career and that all her wishes come true. I would like to dedicate one of my songs, 'Clear Sky,' to everyone here."
Lin Nianwei started singing, and the people around her almost went crazy. They excitedly raised their phones, turned on their lights, and waved them.
Lin Nianwei was extremely popular, and the atmosphere quickly reached a climax, with everyone clapping enthusiastically.
"This Miss Qin is so lucky."
"Yes, if I had a boyfriend like that, I could have ten sons with him."
Many passersby on the roadside expressed their excitement, wishing they could be the leading lady of the day.
Yang Zhen and his group stood aside as if they had been slapped hard in the face, not uttering a single word.
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