Chapter 24 Who is the white mini Maybach for?

In the small circle Pei Jingchen belonged to, everyone looked to Qin Mohuai as their leader.

Qin Mohuai had the advantage of good looks—handsome, elegant, refined, and humble—but his personality was the most rebellious. He had no patience for people or things he didn’t care for, and couldn’t even be bothered to say a single word. Those who didn’t know him well might think he had the calmness and self-control of someone with impeccable upbringing.

It was rare to see Qin Mohuai being so serious. Even a near-financial crisis a few years back hadn’t made him this tense. Pei Jingchen figured Qin Mohuai must have something important to say, so he leaned in to listen.

Qin Mohuai said, “Last night, Xia Yuan and I went out to get some late-night snacks. Xia Yuan is the little princess you’ve been talking about. You can call her ‘sister-in-law.’ Someone saw me having an episode, probably thought my movements and expressions were strange, and called me an idiot.”

Pei Jingchen thought to himself, *That person’s probably done for.* Qin Mohuai had trained in Muay Thai—two or three punches from him would be hard for even a professional fighter to take, let alone a regular person.

Qin Mohuai’s sharp, aristocratic eyes fixed on Pei Jingchen.

When Pei finally asked, “You didn’t kill him, did you?”

Qin Mohuai, looking satisfied, took a sip of champagne. “I was having a fit of OCD at the time, too busy wiping the table. But your sister-in-law was furious and scolded the drunk on my behalf. Can you imagine? She was like a newborn chick standing up to him. Where did she get that courage from? Must be madly in love with me.”

“Can you understand how I felt at that moment? Oh, wait, you don’t have a girlfriend, so you probably can’t. But that’s okay—you’ve already grasped the essence of love’s beauty.”

Pei Jingchen’s expression shifted. *What the hell, is Qin Mohuai out of his mind?*

He had been abroad on business most of this year and hadn’t seen Qin Mohuai in a while. Noticing the black dragon-head ring on his finger, he asked, “When did you start wearing rings?”

Qin Mohuai’s thin lips curled into a smile. “Xia Yuan bought it for me.”

Pei Jingchen was speechless.

*Yeah, right.* He didn’t believe for a second that Qin Mohuai, with his temper, could have a girlfriend. The guy had been single for 27 years, and even old Mr. Qin had had to step in and find him a fiancée.

Pei Jingchen squinted his fox-like eyes. “If she loves you so much, why didn’t she come with you today? The Xia Yuan who stands up for you, buys you rings, and demands a white mini Maybach—she doesn’t even exist! We’re all single here, so what’s the point of pretending in front of me?”

Qin Mohuai adjusted the blue, luxurious Windsor knot at his collar, lifting his wrist adorned with a Patek Philippe watch.

Pei Jingchen sneered. “Don’t tell me Xia Yuan tied your tie before you left?”

The Pei family couple had a loving relationship. Although Pei Jingchen was their only son, Mrs. Pei’s heart belonged to Mr. Pei. Day after day, she tied Mr. Pei’s ties and made him hangover soup. She never did anything special for her son. She even forgot to have her secretary book Pei Jingchen’s flight when they traveled.

Growing up in such a loving environment, Pei Jingchen had turned out to be someone who lacked love. So there was no way he believed Qin Mohuai had a girlfriend who doted on him. Qin had to be lying. If anyone was getting into a relationship first, it would be Pei Jingchen!

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Qin Mohuai raised his sharp, cool-white brows slightly, his features striking. “Xia Yuan knows several ways to tie a tie. During brunch, she sat on my lap and tied it for me.”

The more Pei Jingchen listened, the more fake it sounded. His fox-like eyes narrowed, a cold and aristocratic smile on his face. He still didn’t believe Qin Mohuai had found a girlfriend.

What a joke. Someone as normal as him was still single—how could someone as twisted as Qin Mohuai have gotten into a relationship?

A few men in suits walked over to make small talk. Attending clubs like this wasn’t just for enjoyment; it was also a way to expand social circles and seek business opportunities.

As the host, Pei Jingchen had to socialize, while Qin Mohuai casually slipped away, champagne in hand.

A few minutes later, Yang Yi ran into Qin Mohuai.

Lowering his voice, Yang Yi asked, “Nothing happened last night, right?”

Even though he was a doctor, he didn’t dare approach Qin Mohuai during one of his episodes—unless he had a death wish.

Qin Mohuai replied in a deep voice, “Xia Yuan must be madly in love with me.”

Yang Yi raised an eyebrow. “Wait, Xia Yuan was with you last night? Wow, is she still alive? Are all her limbs intact?”

Qin Mohuai shot him a sidelong glance and repeated what he had just told Pei Jingchen.

Yang Yi facepalmed.

He was convinced Qin Mohuai’s illness hadn’t gotten any better.

*Boss, I much preferred your rebellious, high-and-mighty self. Now that you’re strutting around like a peacock, you’re a stranger to me!*

Not long after, the elegant tone of the party shifted into excitement. A heavily covered Maybach was wheeled in through the main entrance.

Yang Yi, who had been part of a racing team with Qin Mohuai and Pei Jingchen in the past, wasn’t that obsessed with luxury cars anymore. But even he was drawn to this custom Maybach, which Qin Mohuai and Pei Jingchen had designed together. It was no surprise that everyone else was captivated by it.

Yang Yi asked, “What’s with all the mystery?”

Qin Mohuai sighed, “Too bad she didn’t come.”

Pei Jingchen sent Qin Mohuai a text, asking if they could at least show the car to everyone. Many of the car enthusiasts had come just for this reveal, and it would reflect poorly on Pei Jingchen as the host if they left disappointed.

Qin Mohuai called Pei Jingchen directly, his cool, magnetic voice lazy and mischievous. “As long as no one touches it, they can look all they want. But you’ve got to admit that Xia Yuan and I are madly in love.”

Pei Jingchen gave a half-hearted reply, “Fine, I admit you two are madly in love.”

Qin Mohuai pressed on, “I know you’re jealous of me, that’s why you don’t want to admit how deeply Xia Yuan and I are in love.”

Pei Jingchen wanted to grab Qin Mohuai by the collar and shout, *Yes! I am jealous of you! I should’ve been the one to experience a sweet love first!*

When the cover was removed from the white mini Maybach, countless flashbulbs went off, giving the car an entrance no less glamorous than that of a celebrity.

In fact, even a superstar standing next to it would be overshadowed by its allure.

“Although it lacks the imposing presence of a traditional Maybach, it’s still elegant and exquisitely compact, making it highly collectible.”

“I heard this car costs the same as three Maybachs!”

The crowd gasped in astonishment. It was clear that Young Master Pei and the Qin family’s heir knew how to have fun. From its exterior to the interior, it was a perfect fit for a girl to drive.

They wondered which stunning socialite could have inspired such an elaborate customization of this white mini Maybach. Even a six-foot-tall man would want to transform right then and there—becoming the heir of the Qin family was one thing, but being the woman of the Qin family heir would be quite the status!

Ouyang Jing was also present today; Old Man Qin wanted to get her a new car, something like a Bentley or a Rolls Royce, suitable for her position as the Qin family’s future daughter-in-law.

Song Cien excitedly shook Ouyang Jing’s arm. “Jingjing, didn’t you say you wanted a white mini Maybach? That must have reached Qin Mohuai’s ears, so he made your wish come true!”

Seeing the white mini Maybach made Ouyang Jing’s heart race. “It shouldn’t be for me.”

Song Cien’s eyes sparkled. “That car is obviously customized for a girl. With either Young Master Pei or the Qin family heir’s title, they could drive any socialite in Xiangzhou crazy. This customized Maybach is the first of its kind in the world! Who besides you, the future daughter-in-law of the Qin family, has the right to drive a white mini Maybach? Even if it’s not a gift for you, just call Old Man Qin, and it’ll be yours!”