Chapter 60 Like a mouse seeing a cat
Anyway, the house isn't his, so he wouldn't even care if the price was reduced to 50 yuan while he was haggling.
It's not that it's not his; the house belongs to his family, and if Qin Ce takes a liking to it, he'll definitely buy it.
Moreover, for a tycoon like Qin Ce with a net worth of hundreds of billions, a house is nothing; giving it to him for free wouldn't be out of the question.
When Qiao Xing heard him ask for less, she was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, no need to lower it, six hundred it is fine, shall we sign a contract?"
Yang Han waved his hand generously and said, "What contract? No need. What kind of relationship do we have? You can stay as long as you want."
"Uh, is that so..." Qiao Xing looked a little embarrassed. She glanced at Qin Ce, but he still didn't react.
Qin Ce said, "Then let's do it this way. Tell me the password, and we'll move in tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll send the password to your phone. This password changes every seven days. You can download the system yourself and then you won't have to ask me for the password every time."
"good."
"Then it's settled. You can live in this house now. Sister-in-law, shouldn't you treat me to a meal?" Yang Han winked frantically at Qiao Xing, hinting.
Qiao Xing snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "Of course, I'll definitely treat you to dinner. How about now? It's lunchtime right now."
"Okay, let's go then. I know a restaurant that's really good. I'll take you there."
Yang Han ran ahead excitedly to drive that beat-up car to pick them up.
After Yang Han left, Qiao Xing said awkwardly, "Your friend is such a nice person."
Qin Ce twitched the corner of his mouth, offering no comment.
This is hardly a good thing; he's clearly just stirring up trouble and probably waiting to see himself make a fool of himself.
Yang Han is now addicted to driving this car; he even went to have it modified a couple of days ago.
The modification cost more than the car itself.
Yang Han took them to a five-star restaurant. When Qiao Xingguang saw the building, she couldn't help but touch her pocket.
This meal probably won't be cheap.
But compared to the help Yang Han provided, this meal, no matter how expensive, was well worth it.
As soon as Yang Han got out of the car, a waiter came up to help him park the car with great enthusiasm and was very polite, not giving him any attitude because he was driving a Wuling Hongguang.
"Young Master Yang..." The manager also came out to greet him personally. Before he could finish speaking, Yang Han immediately put his arm around the manager's shoulder and pulled him into the restaurant.
"Don't shout. Just treat me like a regular customer today and give us a table."
"Uh... okay, okay." The manager chuckled awkwardly, then subconsciously glanced back at the two people behind him.
It dawned on me instantly.
It seems this young master Yang is deliberately keeping a low profile, afraid that the two people behind him will feel inferior? They might be classmates, or they might be poor relatives.
The manager was having a lot on his mind; he was thinking to himself as he led him inside.
After that, the manager never contacted Yang Han again, pretending that he didn't know Yang Han.
"Was that your friend just now?" Qiao Xing asked.
Yang Han was taken aback for a moment, then quickly laughed it off, "Ah, yes, he works here, he's a friend from my hometown."
"Oh, I see." Qiao Xing smiled.
She felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
They found a window seat, and since they were treating Yang Han to dinner, he ordered all the dishes on the menu.
With each dish he named, Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the 30,000 yuan in her account would be enough for the meal...
Yang Han ordered a whole bunch of things in a flurry, and Qiao Xing also had a menu in his hand. He roughly calculated the price, which came to nearly 20,000 yuan.
She only has so much money left, is she going to lose it all here today?
Fortunately, Yang Han didn't order any more; he handed the menu to the waiter and asked him to bring the food.
Yang Han was an extremely talkative person. He chattered on and on for a long time, but Qin Ce didn't pay any attention to him.
Qiao Xing, however, couldn't bear to see him fall silent, and would occasionally chime in with a few words.
But when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the doorway out of the corner of his eye, his expression changed, and before Qiao Xing could even react, he crawled under the table.
Qiao Xing: "?"
She looked down at Yang Han under the table and asked suspiciously, "Yang Han, what's wrong?"
Yang Han gestured for her to be quiet. "Shh, don't talk."
Qiao Xing was even more confused. She looked at Qin Ce and asked him with her eyes what was going on.
Qin Ce slightly raised his chin, gesturing for her to look behind him.
Qiao Xing turned her head and saw several women entering through the door. She recognized one of them; it was Fang Ya.
Walking ahead of Fang Ya was a woman with curly hair, wearing a cheongsam. The custom-made cheongsam accentuated her graceful figure.
The woman was holding hands with another woman with short hair wearing a Chanel-style dress, and they looked very intimate.
Fang Ya and two other women followed behind them, looking like their maids in both demeanor and attire, with ingratiating smiles on their faces.
Qiao Xing didn't understand. Did Yang Han hide because he saw these people?
The woman in the cheongsam seemed to sense something and glanced at Qiao Xing. Her gaze... well, how should I put it?
It's not so much that she's arrogant, but rather that she seems to look down on everything, without any desires or wants, as if nothing can catch her eye or is worth her attention, yet she also exudes a certain domineering aura.
This is probably what you call presence.
The woman merely glanced at her briefly before looking away, her expression remaining unchanged.
On the contrary, when Fang Ya saw Qiao Xing, she immediately raised her head and puffed out her chest, showing Qiao Xing a disdainful sneer and a hint of smugness.
Compared to the women in cheongsams in front of her, she gives off a rather clumsy and unconvincing impression.
Qiao Xing had no idea what Fang Ya's sense of superiority was trying to express.
"Who is it?" Qiao Xing asked after turning his gaze away.
Qin Ce picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and said nothing.
Qiao Xing thought about it and felt something was wrong. He hadn't even turned around, so how could he know who those people were?
Qin Ce didn't even need to turn around. Who else could be so frightening to Yang Han besides his wife?
Yang Han wasn't afraid of even his father at home, but he was terrified of his wife. He was like a mouse seeing a cat whenever he saw her.
After the women went up to the second floor, Yang Han awkwardly crawled out from under the table, patted his chest, and let out a sigh of relief.
To ease the awkwardness, he laughed and said, "Well, I just dropped something, and it's really hard to find."
Qiao Xing twitched the corner of her mouth. Only a three-year-old would believe such a lame excuse, but she didn't call her out on it.
"Let's eat quickly and leave as soon as we're done, I still have to go back and collect the trash."
Yang Han grabbed his chopsticks and wolfed down his food as if he hadn't eaten in centuries, but judging from his expression, he was eating absentmindedly.
Qiao Xing rubbed the tip of her nose and picked up her chopsticks to taste the difference in the dishes at this five-star restaurant.
Aside from the smaller portion size, she really couldn't tell the difference between it and what you get outside.
She was worried that Yang Han would order too much food and they wouldn't be able to finish it, but when they actually started eating, she realized that there wasn't enough food at all.
There's only a tiny bit on the plate; it's gone in one bite.
Is this what a five-star restaurant is like...?
I'll never come here again, no matter what.
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