Although she didn't want to force Yu Mobai to admit anything, something just didn't feel right.
Yu Mobai had three stunningly beautiful girls in his car, and he felt quite content listening to their casual conversation.
I turned on the radio, listened to some upbeat music, and drove home on the highway.
The three people in the back seat were discussing what to buy to take back.
Yu Xinran said, "It's my first time visiting, so I must bring something with me, otherwise it wouldn't be appropriate."
"Sister Yu, do you know what 'visiting at the door' means?"
Ji Mushu laughed and said, "You can't use this word carelessly."
"What should it be called then?"
Yu Xinran was somewhat puzzled.
"Don't worry about what to call it."
Dong Yike turned around and said, "My mom doesn't like anything, so buying some fruit will be fine."
"Okay, I'll just buy some fruit later."
Yu Xinran doesn't really understand Chinese social etiquette, especially when it comes to her elders.
Since coming here to study, she has at most experienced the friendship between classmates and colleagues. Communicating with elders is truly a first for her.
Dong Yike's intervention helped her solve many problems.
"Fasten your seatbelts, I'm about to accelerate."
Yu Mobai said with a grin, "Let me show you the damn feeling of being pushed back!"
"Yu Mobai, don't do anything reckless."
Ji Mushu gripped the back seat tightly, her face filled with tension. "Drive slowly, there's no rush."
"Mr. Yu, the average age of the four of us is only twenty. We still have a lot of youth left."
Yu Xinran was clearly a little nervous. In her memory, racing cars were going very fast, at least 160 or more.
Dong Yike, on the other hand, didn't say anything; she actually felt a bit excited.
"Hold on tight, I'm about to accelerate."
Yu Mobai didn't care about the lives of the people in the car at all. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, stared intently ahead, and kept his foot on the accelerator, ready to act at any moment.
The next moment, a roar sounded as Yu Mobai floored the accelerator!
A minute later, Ji Mushu and Yu Xinran in the back seat slowly relaxed.
"No...wasn't it supposed to be about racing?"
Dong Yike looked disappointed.
"I've done my best."
Yu Mobai sighed, "This beat-up Mazda is second-hand, it lacks horsepower, and there's not much difference between it and not being able to press the accelerator. It's just to let you experience the atmosphere."
"...."
Dong Yike rolled her eyes. "So after all this time, you were just showing off, huh?"
Yu Mobai laughed and put on his sunglasses.
The sun had pierced through the clouds and was shining brightly on the snow.
However, the scenery along the roadside was quite beautiful, a vast expanse of white, giving it a feeling of a lone plume of smoke rising straight from the desert.
The three girls were chattering away in the car, discussing what to buy to take home. However, as the temperature inside the car rose, or perhaps they got tired of talking, they all fell asleep.
Yu Mobai would occasionally observe the three people in the rearview mirror, and surprisingly, he found the journey not to be unbearable at all.
As houses gradually came into view on both sides of the road, Yu Mobai tapped the steering wheel. "We're almost home. Everyone, stay alert, or you'll easily catch a cold when you get out of the car."
Soon, the car exited the highway and, at Ji Mushu's suggestion, stopped in a department store.
The group of three girls quickly attracted the attention of most people.
Yu Xinran certainly wouldn't just buy fruit. Seeing that Dong Yike and Ji Mushu were both planning to buy clothes, she looked at Yu Mobai and asked, "What do I need to buy?"
"Whatever."
Yu Mobai sat in the chair, not wanting to move. One woman was enough for him to go shopping, but now there were three women. He couldn't afford to mess with them.
"Since they bought clothes and pants, I'll buy shoes instead!"
Yu Xinran thought it was a good idea, but his words made Yu Mobai raise his eyebrows sharply.
Sending shoes?
This is the difference between the two countries.
In the eyes of the older generation in my country, giving shoes as a gift is considered unlucky, as it implies sending someone off to their death.
So he felt it necessary to remind Yu Xinran, "Sister Ran, we can't give shoes as gifts."
"Why?"
Yu Xinran couldn't understand, "Then why is it okay to send clothes or pants?"
"It's a local custom."
Yu Mobai didn't know how to explain it, "Anyway, giving shoes as a gift is considered unlucky."
"Then I'll buy some clothes too."
Yu Xinran went to visit her neighbor, but Yu Mobai didn't follow.
Since they've already said she can't buy it, what else can she buy?
Yu Mobai originally thought so, but when she saw Yu Xinran carrying eight or nine bags towards her, her eyebrows twitched again.
"Ran-jie, what's wrong?"
"I bought some clothes for the elders."
Yu Xinran instructed, "You scumbag, take him back to the car."
How much did you buy?
Yu Mobai stopped and counted. There were eight bags in total, which meant eight items. Not bad, not too many.
But just as he finished moving, Yu Xinran came out carrying seven or eight more bags. "Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? I know you all wear new clothes for the New Year, so I'll just consider this an early gift."
She truly lives up to her reputation as the daughter of a wealthy tycoon; she even sent two sets of clothes at once.
And judging from the brands, they're not cheap products.
"This Korean woman is really rich," Yu Mobai thought to himself.
The three girls actually bought their items separately; they didn't know what the others had bought.
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