Xue Datao might be annoying, but at least he has decent taste.
Having mixed in society for so many years, he’s not as clueless as his son, who has zero discernment.
At the very least, he could tell that the Audemars Piguet Royal Oak on Su Bai’s wrist was genuine.
Wearing a watch worth hundreds of thousands and driving a luxury car worth millions—that pairing made perfect sense.
But how the hell did he pull that off?
Returning to his friends, Xue Datao couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated.
Seeing the shift in his expression, the group immediately asked what had happened.
"Nothing much, just ran into a livestreamer I often watch on YinFu," he said.
The friends perked up at that—a livestreamer!
Xue Datao’s social circle mostly consisted of local folks who had gotten rich from property demolitions or ran small factories in the county.
They were all in the same financial bracket.
Birds of a feather flock together—people of similar social standing naturally stick together.
These guys generally had a lot of free time, spending hours scrolling through YinFu and watching livestreamers. The mention of a streamer had them craning their necks like free-range chickens searching for food.
"That livestreamer—is it the one in the sportswear and yoga pants?"
"Hiss… That girl doesn’t look like a streamer, her vibe’s all wrong…"
"It’s the more mature-looking one," Xue Tao grumbled in explanation.
Only then did his friends realize who he was talking about.
Lightbulbs went off.
"She looks about your age, Lao Xue. Why not go over and chat her up?"
"Yeah, we meet up all the time anyway. Go on, don’t dawdle!"
"What the hell are you yapping about?!" Xue Datao snapped, his irritation bordering on impotent rage. "She’s with her godson and his girlfriend. And that godson of hers? Apparently, he’s loaded—drives a Panamera as a freshman. Crazy rich…"
Huh?
His friends were stunned. That sounded downright unbelievable.
The elegant older woman Xue Datao was talking about didn’t seem particularly wealthy herself—how did she end up connected to someone like that?
As they puzzled over it, one of them suddenly smacked his forehead. "Damn, I remember now! That kid’s been trending a bit on YinFu lately. Supposedly a Jiangcheng University student who struck it rich with investments. Tons of girls at the school are into him."
With that, he pulled up YinFu and found a video someone had posted—Su Bai stepping out of his Chalk Gray Panamera GTS, his presence so striking he could rival a male celebrity without any filters.
His sharp, masculine features were highly distinctive.
And yep, that was definitely the same guy currently devouring beef at the table over there…
Suddenly, they all understood why Xue Datao was so sour.
He’d assumed his financial superiority would make wooing a divorced single mom a cakewalk.
But with someone like that in her circle, why would she even glance at Xue Datao?
"Lao Xue, don’t lose heart just yet. That’s just her godson, not her real son. No matter how rich he is, it’s not her money."
"Good point!"
The encouragement reignited Xue Datao’s fighting spirit.
He’d been eyeing this craft-shop-owning beauty for a while now.
Not only was she lively and cheerful, but she also had a stunningly pretty daughter.
If he could win over Old Jiang, maybe his own son could land Little Jiang too.
Xue Datao had been dreaming of this "buy one, get one free" scenario for ages.
And after seeing Old Jiang in person today—even more beautiful and poised than in her videos—he was itching to make a move.
Sure, her godson was filthy rich, but she still needed a reliable man to settle down with, right?
So once Aunt Jiang’s group left the restaurant, Xue Datao’s ambition flared up again. He fired off a private message to her on YinFu.
As for why he waited until they were gone…
Well, Su Bai intimidated him a little.
Xue Datao was even shorter than Xue Tao—just 169 cm—with nothing but a beer belly to show for himself.
Standing next to Su Bai, he’d look like a scrawny chick.
And Su Bai radiated a don’t-mess-with-me energy.
Xue Datao was afraid that if he harassed Aunt Jiang, Su Bai might come after him.
Meanwhile, in the Panamera’s passenger seat…
Aunt Jiang glanced at her phone and burst out laughing. "The electronic pet’s back online!"
She hadn’t known the term "electronic pet"—a rather mocking label—until Su Bai taught it to her.
But thinking about it, it fit "AAA Building Materials Brother Xue" perfectly.
Su Bai peeked at her screen and smirked. "Wait, what’s this guy hinting at? Is he offering to buy you a car?"
Xue Datao had asked whether she’d arrived by car or not, insisting that these days, owning a car was essential for convenience.
Aunt Jiang didn’t actually own one, though she could drive. She shared a minivan with neighboring shopkeepers for hauling goods.
"Buy me a car? Yeah right. Who buys a car for a livestreamer after one meeting?" Aunt Jiang scoffed.
Speaking of which, Aunt Jiang was something else. Ever since she started promoting her shop on YinFu, she’d proudly called herself a livestreamer—absolutely shameless.
But then again, what girl hadn’t dreamed of being a star?
Aunt Jiang enjoyed her little ventures, and why not? She was still charming. Plenty of older folks were thriving on livestreams these days.
Besides, she had a sharp mind—no risk of her getting scammed online.
Guys like Xue Datao? She saw right through them.
Su Bai, ever the instigator, nudged her. "Ask him what car he recommends."
"As if I’d take his advice!"
"Come on, let’s see what Lao Xue’s working with. I’m curious how much he’s willing to invest to woo you…"
Su Bai’s inner troll was in full swing, his grin downright punchable.
Aunt Jiang flicked his forehead in retaliation.
But the idea did pique her interest.
[Spicy Jiang: I am thinking of buying a car. Any recommendations, Lao Xue?]
[AAA Building Materials Brother Xue: Hah, you’ve come to the right man! I’ve been driving for decades—I know my stuff.]
[AAA Building Materials Brother Xue: Don’t believe all that new energy vehicle hype online. Total scams. Flashy on the outside, but no real tech inside. Breaks easily, and once the battery degrades in a few years? Good luck crying then…]
[AAA Building Materials Brother Xue: Real drivers know now’s the best time to buy gas-powered.]
[Spicy Jiang: Wow, Lao Xue, you’re so knowledgeable~]
Back at the hotpot restaurant, Xue Datao’s face twisted into a grotesque grin at that message.
If Su Bai had still been there, he’d have lost it laughing.
The expression was eerily similar to Xue Tao’s whenever he texted Liu Yuanyuan in their dorm.
Of course, there was a key difference.
Xue Tao had actually gotten together with Liu Yuanyuan—even if they hadn’t officially become boyfriend and girlfriend yet, well, they were definitely an item.
But here?
Xue Datao had no idea he was actually chatting with Su Bai holding Aunt Jiang’s phone…
What, you're asking who drove the car?
Of course, it was Aunt Jiang. Seeing how cool Su Bai's Panamera looked, she couldn't resist giving it a spin.
So, the task of teasing Xue Datao fell to Su Bai.
This was a job Su Bai knew all too well.
After all, in Room 510 of the male dorm at Jiangcheng University, both Su Bai and Wang Haoran were seasoned "Tao-tamers."
And honestly, Xue Datao's reactions felt just like Little Tao's, didn't they?
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