Chapter 12: First Time Sending My Girlfriend to Work, Need a Reward

Zhou Kang was filled with regret and looked to Su Nian for help.

He was just teasing her a little. Did it really warrant a death sentence?

But Su Nian couldn’t even protect herself—she lowered her head and stared at her feet.

Zhou Beiming noticed Zhou Kang looking at Su Nian and spoke coldly, “Your sister-in-law’s that good-looking?”

Zhou Kang felt a chill run down his spine. “No, no, not good-looking at all…”

Damn!

“…Very good-looking…”

So was she good-looking or not?

He gave up. “I’ll drink it, alright? I’ll drink all of it, happy?”

Zhou Kang practically ran into the kitchen to escape.

In the kitchen, Auntie Zhang was cleaning up. A basin of black liquid sat in the sink, reeking of burnt caramel.

Zhou Kang held the basin in one hand, pinched his nose, and prepared to drink—but he really couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Auntie Zhang looked puzzled. “Young Master Zhou, why are you drinking that?”

Zhou Kang didn’t explain. He looked pitiful. “Auntie Zhang, what is this stuff?”

It didn’t even look like what Su Nian drank—it was all greasy and gross.

Auntie Zhang chuckled. “This wasn’t made by me. It was Young Master Beiming. He got up early to make brown sugar ginger tea. He fried the sugar in oil… and burned it.”

So this poison was brewed by his own brother!

Which meant… last night he really was buying pads for Su Nian!

Zhou Kang had thought his brother just found some random woman to play along. But clearly…

Nope!

The oil-slicked basin looked like it was sneering at him.

Maybe he could pour it down the drain and get away with it…

Just as that thought formed—

The butler appeared at the kitchen door like a ghost. “Young Master Zhou, the master says, if you spill even a drop, he’ll have someone make ten more batches for you.”

Zhou Kang shivered.

Resigned to his fate, he lifted the basin and gulped it down like a man going to war.

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In the garage, Su Nian followed behind Zhou Beiming.

The man had long legs, but he wasn’t walking fast.

As they passed a familiar Maybach, Su Nian naturally stopped by the passenger door.

Zhou Beiming noticed she wasn’t keeping up and turned back. “What’s wrong?”

Su Nian was puzzled. Didn’t he usually drive this car?

Zhou Beiming looked at the Maybach too. “I’m taking a different car today.”

The garage was full of luxury cars.

Su Nian thought maybe he was tired of the Maybach and just wanted to drive something else.

Zhou Beiming stopped beside a Ferrari. “Get in.”

Su Nian started heading to the passenger side but was stopped by Zhou Beiming tugging gently on her ponytail.

He asked, “You like this one?”

His eyes landed on the red convertible Ferrari.

Su Nian didn’t know how he figured that out.

She was used to his strange logic. “No, I just thought this was the one you were driving today.”

Zhou Beiming leaned over, pulled out the Ferrari keys, and tossed them at her. “It’s yours.”

Su Nian caught them, afraid they’d fall, but said quickly, “I don’t want it.”

She was broke, not ignorant.

When Su Feixiao turned 18, her father gave her a Ferrari worth over 3 million yuan.

And it wasn’t even as nice as this one. This one had to be worth at least five million.

Su Nian tried to give the key back.

Zhou Beiming pinched her cheek. “If you don’t want it, donate it. Up to you.”

What was wrong with this man?

Su Nian shoved the key back into his hand. “I already have a car, I really don’t need it.”

She had used the prize money from a design competition she won with classmates to buy herself an 80,000 yuan commuter car.

Zhou Beiming looked down at the key in his hand, then pulled out his phone and made a call. “Ah Xuan, I’ve got a car to donate, in Su Nian’s name…”

Is he nuts?

Su Nian tiptoed and snatched his phone. “Cars lose value. If you want to donate, donate cash.”

Zhou Beiming watched her holding his phone. On the other end, Bai Xuan asked, “Master, which car should I donate?”

“Ask the young madam,” Zhou Beiming said with a smirk. “She’s got the phone.”

Bai Xuan was stunned.

Young madam?

The one holding the master’s phone?

Who dared to do that?

Su Nian?

Was the master serious?

He immediately tried to curry favor. “Young madam, which car would you like to donate?”

Su Nian, holding Zhou Beiming’s phone like it was burning hot, quickly gave it back to him.

Whatever. Let him donate it if he wants. He’s filthy rich anyway.

Zhou Beiming smiled faintly and said into the phone, “Check the market price of that red Ferrari. Donate that much in cash.”

“Huh? Isn’t that limited edition model now worth—”

The call ended.

The car key was tossed back to Su Nian again, and she caught it.

Zhou Beiming turned to the other side. “Keep it or donate it. Up to you.”

So now Su Nian had a luxury car worth over a million on her shoulder and a Ferrari in her arms.

The unbearable weight of wealth.

She looked back at Zhou Beiming, who now held a plain Volkswagen key. He pressed the button.

A white Volkswagen flashed its lights.

Zhou Beiming glanced lazily at her. “Miss Su, I’ve got a 9:30 meeting. You getting in or not?”

Su Nian was stunned. She looked at the humble car, confused.

Seeing Zhou Beiming’s dark eyes start to narrow, she quickly got in.

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In the car, Zhou Beiming smoothly steered the wheel. Out of nowhere, he asked, “Is this one acceptable to park outside your research institute?”

Su Nian remembered the excuse she used yesterday.

She hadn’t wanted him to pick her up at the institute’s entrance, saying his car was too flashy.

Now she felt a little guilty.

Thankfully, her professors and classmates were generally low-key. You rarely saw luxury cars. If he saw one now, she’d be done for.

The entire ride, she was on edge until they reached the parking lot outside the institute.

All she saw were modest little cars.

She finally relaxed.

Before she got out, Zhou Beiming pointed to the backseat. “Grandpa asked me to give this to you.”

A pink thermos.

There was a free cafeteria at the institute. Su Nian didn’t know how to cook, so she always ate there.

She’d often see classmates and teachers bring food from home—and sometimes she felt a little envious.

Seeing her hesitate, Zhou Beiming scoffed at the pink thermos. “It’s ugly, throw it out if you want.”

Su Nian frowned. “What’s ugly about it?”

She reached for the thermos, her heart warm. “Help me thank Grandpa.”

Zhou Beiming saw the way she treasured the thermos and said lazily, “Thank him yourself. I’m busy.”

Then he pulled out his phone, opened her WeChat, and sent her a phone number. “There. I’ve sent it to you.”

Su Nian didn’t feel like replying and just tried to open the door. It wouldn’t budge.

She looked at Zhou Beiming.

This was the kind of thing a driver should just understand with a look.

But of course, Zhou Beiming didn’t. “Can’t bear to part with me?”

He smiled, slightly mischievous.

Su Nian was speechless. “The door won’t open.”

Zhou Beiming let go of the wheel, leaned back, and looked at her. “First time sending my girlfriend to work—no reward?”

Su Nian was confused. He had everything—why would he be asking her for a reward?

She barely earned a few thousand a month at the institute.

Whatever.

“What do you want?”

Zhou Beiming saw the clear, clueless look in her eyes. He frowned and muttered four words:

“Clueless about romance.”

Su Nian turned away and mumbled, “I’m not a worm in your stomach. How would I know what you want?”

Even if she were to get him a gift, it’d cost at least ten thousand.

Her wallet already hurt thinking about it.