Vigorous Grandma Wan

Su Bai's spending habits truly opened the manager's eyes.

Consequently, his attitude and service became increasingly attentive.

When handling receptions arranged by leadership, the goal isn't necessarily to truly please the other party; avoiding mistakes is victory in itself.

Business receptions are mostly like this. People's preferences are bizarrely varied, and complex human nature is hard to fathom. Not making a mistake is already quite comfortable.

However, the boss soon discovered that some people were even more sensitive than he was about "making mistakes" that might upset Young Master Su.

Just as Su Bai was signing the car purchase contract, the manager came over with a bouquet of flowers.

"Miss Wan, these flowers are from your high school classmate Shi Yajing. She saw you were busy picking out a car and didn't want to disturb you, so she asked me to deliver them on her behalf."

"Huh? Oh..."

Wan Xinyan took the flowers, her expression somewhat confused.

Shi Yajing, huh...

She had actually forgotten about this whole thing, even though she had complained about this person to Su Bai earlier in the day.

In reality, Wan Xinyan didn't have much interaction with this "rich girl." After all, there were too many high school classmates jealous of the Wan sisters' figures and looks to count. If she held a grudge against every single one, the negativity would be overwhelming.

Living her own life well is what truly matters.

Somehow, Shi Yajing ended up running into her.

And even sent flowers...

Seeing the words written on the card nestled in the bouquet, Wan Xinyan suddenly understood, sticking out her tongue with a helpless expression.

Su Bai also saw the card and said with a laugh, "Oh, your old classmate is afraid of being called out by you, so she's making the first move to show submission? Not bad, Yanyan. Looks like you have a bit of clout back in your hometown now. Even the local big shots can't hold you down."

"...What are you saying, Brother Su Bai? What clout do I have? It's all thanks to your influence~"

Wan Xinyan pouted playfully in a coquettish manner, hugged Su Bai's arm, stood on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his cheek, her heart filled to the brim with sweetness.

How to put it... this felt pretty damn good!

Although Wan Xinyan herself didn't have a hobby of throwing her weight around, seeing the once arrogant rich girl from school, upon her return to her hometown, proactively adopting a subordinate's attitude towards her actions did give her a secret thrill.

If she hadn't followed Brother Su Bai, Shi Yajing probably wouldn't have even glanced her way.

This made Wan Xinyan feel even more how wise her decision had been.

Staying by Su Bai's side, she grew increasingly restless and clingy, her gaze also turning a bit off.

Sensing the change in his little maid's mood, Su Bai figured she was probably... getting frisky. After signing the contract and inspecting the car, he decisively took the Wan sisters and left.

This time, they didn't take the RV.

The super RV was parked in the spacious lot of the Mercedes‑Benz 4S dealership, with Driver Huang staying with it.

Su Bai and the Wan sisters drove the newly picked-up G-Class to the foot of the mountain north of the county town.

This was a place the two girls often came to play on weekends when they were students.

It wasn't crowded, making it very suitable for playing Fight the Landlord inside the big G.

"There are wild animals around here. My sister and I even caught pheasants and rabbits here before," Wan Xinyan said with a somewhat boastful tone.

"Impressive, you have those skills? But I think my skills are even greater—I caught the two of you."

Looking at Su Bai's handsome, smiling face, Wan Xinyan's gaze gradually grew hazy.

The young woman's natural scent, mingled with the scent of new car leather, created a rather distinctive allure.

This was the new car Brother had bought for them. Of course, they had to leave their own scent in it first!

...

After the deed.

The Wan sisters cleaned up the car thoroughly. Once everything was in order, they prepared to pick up their grandmother.

They used to live with their grandmother in the village. Later, the village was disbanded, and they moved into resettlement housing in the county town.

The resettlement housing was in good condition. A few elderly residents in the community kept each other company and lived contentedly every day.

Although their financial situation was only modest and they had to raise the Wan sisters, Granny Wan's spirits were truly vigorous. When the three of them arrived home in the big G, they found Granny Wan wasn't there. After sending a WeChat message to ask, they learned she had gone to take part in a public square dance.

So, the three of them had to head to the square.

Looking from afar at the unusually agile old woman, who was dancing and gesturing, Su Bai fell into thought.

"Your talent for aerobics... is it inherited from your grandma?"

"Probably, hehe. Grandma is really amazing!"

Conservatively speaking, this old lady was more agile than the locals and Hu Ye.

Her stamina completely crushed theirs. That weakling Xue Tao would start looking unsteady on his feet after just a few minutes on the basketball court.

Granny Wan, however, could go out and have fun for half a day.

Perhaps this was also a microcosm of the present times—young people, having endured the gaokao and the wear and tear of work, are generally not in great physical shape; they are mostly listless in their daily lives, while retirees are full of vitality.

Of course, Xue Tao's listlessness had absolutely nothing to do with the ravages of the gaokao or with work.

That guy was just born weak...

"Grandma!"

The two girls called out twice from a distance, rushed over, and began having an encrypted conversation with their grandma.

The local dialect here was still a bit hard to understand. However, it miraculously shared some common features with Su Bai's hometown dialect, so Su Bai could barely understand it.

Granny Wan seemed to have already heard about Su Bai from her granddaughters. Looking at this fine young man, she was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good, very good... such a spirited young man..."

I'm not a 'spirited young man,' Granny!

Although he knew that wasn't what she meant, Su Bai still felt a bit amused.

It seemed the elders really liked using "spirited" as a complimentary adjective for young men.

Often, this wasn't necessarily a good thing. Because of differences in aesthetic taste between generations, many situations that older people found "spirited" didn't actually appeal to young people's aesthetic sensibilities...

Fortunately, Su Bai wasn't in that category. His features were refined without being effeminate—the kind of handsomeness that appealed to people of all ages, with a fairly mainstream style.

After exchanging pleasantries, Granny Wan led everyone home. On the street, they saw several neighbors gathered around the brand-new Mercedes-Benz G-Class, chatting excitedly.

Instantly, Granny Wan's gait became bold and heroic, her back straightening by three degrees.

"Oh my, Yanyan, Yueyue, you've done so well for yourselves. Looks like I can't hang out with these old buddies anymore!"

"Why not?"

They'll be jealous when they see this old lady's whole household prospering~

Su Bai found that Granny Wan was quite humorous.

That open-mindedness was completely in keeping with the Wan sisters... no, that's backwards. It should be that the Wan sisters took after Granny Wan.

As expected, family upbringing has a profound influence on people, especially on the fundamental aspects of their personality.

Being materialistic and pursuing beautiful things, as long as it is kept within reasonable bounds, isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least, Su Bai quite appreciated the Wan sisters' values. They always worked very hard to serve Su Bai and to do their jobs well.

On the other hand, those who try to have it both ways are looked down upon.

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