The super rich starts with the self-discipline challenge

Chapter 41 Don't Force It

"Wang Ying, didn't you make an appointment with your boyfriend for dinner at 6:30? It's almost 7 o'clock now, why aren't you leaving?"

Meng Jiaen stood at the door of the guest room and said to Wang Ying who was putting on makeup in the room.

Wang Yi was not in a hurry at all. He was still slowly drawing his eyeliner and said, "It's okay. Let him wait."

Meng Jiaen glanced at the time on her phone, looking a little anxious, but she couldn't show it, so she said, "I was worried that you would be late for the movie."

"Yes."

Wang Ying thought about it and it made sense. The movie ticket for tonight was at 8:10. If she didn't leave now, she would be late. She quickened her pace, finished drawing her eyeliner, and said, "Okay."

She picked up her bag and asked when she saw Meng Jiaen, "Are you going out too?"

"I'm not going out."

Wang Ying looked her up and down. "She washed her hair." She leaned over and sniffed her body. "She took a shower, sprayed perfume, wore a skirt, and put on makeup—"

"How can I wear makeup?"

"Oh, that's right, I only put on lipstick and drew my eyebrows, that's all, it doesn't count as makeup."

"Okay, let's go now."

Meng Jiaen pushed her out the door.

When they reached the door, Wang Ying turned around with a suspicious look on her face, "There's something wrong with you tonight. Tell me, are you going on a date with that guy from last time?"

"What the hell, I told you, he's my buddy."

"Okay, you're going to have dinner with your buddy again, right?"

"Yes, yes, let's go."

Meng Jiaen pushed the person out of the door, picked up her phone, sent a message to Zhong Yun, and asked him where he was.

Soon there was a reply, "It will take five minutes to get to your community."

"Wait for me at the gate of the community. There's no food at home. I need to go buy some."

"Row."

Meng Jiaen walked to the mirror, tidied her hair and clothes, and only went out after making sure that everything was fine.

……

Five minutes later, Meng Jiaen stood at the gate of the community with a bag in her hand. She was wearing a white long skirt today. When the wind blew, the hem of her skirt fluttered. The thin skirt stuck to her body, outlining her perfect figure.

"You still say this isn't a date?"

Suddenly, Wang Ying jumped out from somewhere, with a teasing look on her face and a smug expression as if to say, "I've caught you."

Meng Jiaen was startled, and when she found out it was her, she hit her angrily, "You scared me to death. Why don't you leave?"

Wang Ying said with a smile, "No hurry, I'm more curious about what your buddy looks like. Why does he care so much about you?"

Meng Jiaen retorted, "Who cares about him?"

Wang Ying knew that she was always stubborn, so she teased her, "When we went out together before, I never saw you go downstairs early to wait. You always came downstairs after being urged. Hey, what are you holding in your hand?"

She looked at it carefully, was stunned, and said in shock, "No way, you bought him cigarettes? Zhonghua cigarettes. No, you haven't done anything yet, and you're spending money on him?"

She looked like she almost wanted to grab Meng Jiaen by the collar and ask, "Are you okay?"
Meng Jiaen was about to say something when a black Mercedes-Benz S with its turn signal on stopped in front of them.

The car window was down, and inside sat a young man. Because the light was not very bright, at first glance I could tell that the man looked okay, with a high nose bridge.

Wang Ying naturally thought that this was a rich second-generation man. At least judging from his temperament, he should be the kind of person who is more ambitious in career.

Wang Ying took the initiative to wave and greet, "Hello, handsome guy. I'm Jiaen's roommate."

The man smiled and said, "Hello."

There is a sense of distance in politeness, which is really different from Meng Jiaen’s previous suitors. Those previous suitors were very enthusiastic towards her and obviously wanted to go the best friend route.

At this time, Meng Jiaen said, "You are going on a date, right? Go quickly."

"Handsome guy, I won't bother you anymore. See you next time."

Wang Ying waved and left. Not far away, she looked back and saw that Meng Jiaen opened the car door and got in by herself. She immediately deducted a few points from him in her heart, thinking that he was too ungentlemanly.

……

"You share the apartment with someone else?"

In the car, Zhong Yun didn't know that Meng Jiaen's roommate gave him a score, so he asked casually.

"She was my college classmate and we lived in the same dormitory. Half a year ago, the landlord suddenly wanted to sell the house and she had nowhere to go, so I took her in."

You are quite a nice person.

Zhong Yun did not comment on this, but just said, "Actually, we can ask her to come along."

"Don't worry about her, she's on a date with her boyfriend. I put the cigarette in the back seat." Meng Jiaen said, putting the cigarette in her hand in the back seat.

"I don't want this cigarette anymore, you can return it."

"Why don't you want it?" "I'm not used to smoking this."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after smoking a few packs."

"I really can't get used to it, so you can take it back and return it."

"Can't retreat."

"Why can't I withdraw?"

"You are a smoker, don't you know that cigarettes and alcohol cannot be returned or exchanged after leaving the counter?"

"..."

Zhong Yun really forgot that no matter which store, once the cigarettes are sold, it is basically impossible to accept returns or exchanges. Who knows if you have swapped the packs?

He could only say, "Then you are not allowed to buy it for me in the future, do you hear me?"

Meng Jiaen didn't listen to him and said, "The money is mine, I can spend it however I want, you have no right to interfere."

You're not usually so rebellious.

Zhong Yun said, "I feel very stressed when you do this. It makes our relationship impure."

Meng Jiaen thought for a moment and said, "I heard that if a buddy buys you a pack of cigarettes, you will call him godfather. Otherwise, why don't you call him dad a few times and let me hear it."

"roll!"

This is the opposite of Tiangang.

……

After driving for a few minutes, there is a big supermarket.

After Zhong Yun parked the car, the two went in to buy things. It was already evening, and the food section had started to have discounts, and the variety was not that complete.

But enough is enough.

Meatballs, beef, tripe, tripe, a box of duck blood, and some vegetables...

Meng Jiaen felt something was wrong and asked him, "What are you going to cook tonight?"

"Hot pot."

"Making hot pot is also called cooking by yourself?"

"Are you going to eat it or not?"

"eat!"

Meng Jiaen started to get the ingredients, wagyu beef, lobster...

Take whatever is expensive.

"Can this be cooked in the hot pot?" She picked up a box of salmon and looked back to see Zhong Yun putting the boxes of wagyu beef and lobster back.

"what are you doing?"

Zhong Yun said unhappily, "Do you want to bankrupt me?" Then he put the box of salmon back in her hand.

Meng Jiaen said, "I'll pay for it."

"I'm treating you, but you're paying the bill. Is that reasonable?" Zhong Yun took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and said, "This is the budget for tonight. You are not allowed to exceed this budget."

Meng Jiaen said in shock, "Just one hundred?"

"Why are you so stingy?"

Zhong Yun stuffed the money back into his pocket and said, "Is this the first day you met me?"

After saying that, he pushed the shopping cart away.

Meng Jiaen was left punching and kicking him from behind, only then did she feel better.

At this time, a man in his early thirties said, "Beautiful lady, let me treat you. I have Boston lobsters that were airlifted in today..."

"roll!"

Meng Jiaen gave him a middle finger, without even glancing at him, and chased after Zhong Yun. Seeing him taking two packs of instant noodles from the shelf, she asked him, "Aren't we having hot pot? What are you doing with the instant noodles?"

"You'll know then."

Soon, the two of them picked out the ingredients, and when they paid the bill, it was exactly ninety-nine yuan and seventy cents, with change for three fruit candies.

……

After returning to the car, Zhong Yun did not start the car, but turned around and said to Meng Jiaen seriously, "If you really want to be friends with me, you have to adapt to my consumption concept. If you feel uncomfortable, don't force it. That will make everyone tired."

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiaen did not talk back this time and agreed obediently.

PS: Continue to ask for monthly tickets.

(End of this chapter)