Middle-aged tycoon: Twins come knocking on his door when he goes home for Chinese New Year

After finishing his meal, Li Ze did not linger.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, straightened his suit, and then strode out of the gate of the Prince's Residence.

The old man followed behind, and the two quickly disappeared at the elevator entrance.

By one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the lunch rush had finally passed.

Most of the customers had left, and the staff began clearing the tables and cleaning.

At this moment, the waiter named Xiao Li, while wiping the table, moved closer to Wang Cong, who was standing at the bar looking at reports.

Xiao Li looked around and, seeing that Zhang Ruoran wasn't nearby, lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Manager Wang, there's something I need to tell you."

Wang Cong looked up at her, somewhat puzzled:

"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Xiao Li pointed to the booth where Li Ze had just sat and said:

"That's the owner of Zeran Flower Shop. He was chatting with me while we were eating."

He said... he's Manager Zhang's husband.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Cong nearly dropped the report he was holding.

He stared wide-eyed at Xiao Li, his face filled with disbelief:

"You must have misheard me. Where did Manager Zhang get a husband?"

Xiao Li nodded very firmly:

"I definitely didn't mishear! I was startled too, and I even asked again. He said he was serious and not joking."

"And judging from his attitude towards Manager Zhang, and the way he looked at him, they really didn't seem like ordinary friends."

Wang Cong stood there, stunned, his mind buzzing.

He knew Zhang Ruoran; she had worked at the store for so many years and had always been single, and the information she filled out indicated that she was divorced.

Since the man claimed to be her husband, and his age seemed to match, she decided to accept it.

Then there is only one possibility.

That was Zhang Ruoran's ex-husband.

He had heard Zhang Ruoran mention her ex-husband a few times when they had drunk too much at a dinner party before. Although she was vague, he knew that such a person did exist.

Could it be that her ex-husband, who abandoned her all these years, has come back?

And she's become so rich that she even opened a flower shop across the street?

Thinking of this, Wang Cong suddenly felt a strong sense of loss and tension.

He had been pursuing Zhang Ruoran all along. Although he hadn't said it outright, it was an open secret.

He thought that as long as he persisted in treating her well, he would eventually win her over.

But now, the real deal is back.

She's his first wife and has children; their emotional foundation is much stronger than his.

If Li Ze really is coming back to reconcile, then isn't his current behavior somewhat like that of a third party who interferes in someone else's family?

Wang Cong is a respectable and honest man.

The thought that he might become the one who breaks up someone else's family makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Moreover, upon careful reflection, over the past few years, although Zhang Ruoran had been very polite to him and had accepted his help with work,

However, she never gave him any emotional response and always maintained a polite distance.

"So... it turns out it's always been just me having a one-sided crush."

Wang Cong gave a bitter smile, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

He sighed and closed the report in his hand.

It seems that it's best to keep some distance from Ruoran in the future.

If a family is already reunited, it would be incredibly tactless and annoying to try and join in.

……

On the other side, Ferrari's underground parking garage.

The air was filled with a faint smell of gasoline and engine oil.

Sales consultant Dai Chong, accompanied by Li Menghan, stopped in front of several sports cars covered with car covers.

She reached out and lifted one of the car covers, revealing the red car body underneath.

"Mr. Li, take a look at this one."

"This is a Ferrari California T. Although it's a model from a few years ago, its appearance is very classic, and the red paint is also very vibrant."

"Most importantly, the original owner was a woman who rarely drove the car and only used it for commuting in the city."

"The mileage is only a little over 10,000 kilometers, and the interior is almost brand new."

Li Menghan walked around the car.

The streamlined body, the low-slung design, and the iconic prancing horse logo.

Even though it's secondhand, it still exudes the aura of a supercar.

Moreover, 10,000 kilometers is practically new for a sports car.

"How much is this car?" Li Menghan asked.

Dai Chong smiled and quoted a price:

"The price of this car is very reasonable, just within your budget, 98."

"If you can book today, we can also give you a free full car wash and maintenance."

98 million.

It's exactly under one million.

Li Menghan looked at the car and became more and more satisfied.

This car looks very young and stylish; it will definitely make you look good when you drive it.

Without further hesitation, he pulled the black card from his pocket and handed it to Dai Chong.

"Okay, I'll take this one."

"Swipe your card."

Dai Chong took the card, his smile widening even further.

"Yes, Mr. Li, you're so agreeable!"

"Please come with me to the office to sign the contract."

The subsequent procedures went very smoothly.

Since Li Menghan had already obtained her driver's license during the winter break, she didn't need to go through any further trouble.

Dai Chong was very efficient and quickly got the car purchase contract, insurance, and temporary license plate sorted out.

After half an hour.

Li Menghan sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrari.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, feeling the leather up to the touch, and a sense of confidence welled up inside him.

"boom--"

He pressed the start button, and the engine emitted a deep roar.

This sound is so exciting!

Li Menghan drove the car out of the garage and onto the street.

Pedestrians on the street turned their heads and cast envious glances.

This feeling of being noticed made Li Menghan even more determined.

He parked his car on the side of the road, took out his phone, took a deep breath, and dialed Dai Yuqian's number.

Although I've been blocked on WeChat, my phone number hasn't been blocked.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Feed? Who?"

Dai Yuqian's voice sounded tired and indifferent.

"It's me, Li Menghan."

Li Menghan tried her best to make her voice sound calm and confident.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Dai Yuqian's impatient voice:

"Li Menghan? Didn't I make it very clear to you? We've already broken up, why are you calling?"

"Don't bother me anymore."

After saying that, she was about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up!"

Li Menghan shouted:

"Sisi, I'm downstairs in your apartment complex."

"I want to see you one last time."

Dai Yuqian snorted coldly:

"There's no need. What good would meeting them do? What could you change?"

"Can you change the fact that you're a poor boy?"

Li Menghan tightened his grip on his phone. He looked at the car logo on the steering wheel and said in a deep voice:

"I can."

"Sissi, I know you chose him because he's rich and drives a Porsche."

"But I want to tell you that I also bought a car."

"I'm driving a Ferrari right downstairs from your house."

Upon hearing the word "Ferrari," Dai Yuqian on the other end of the phone was visibly taken aback.

Then, she let out a mocking laugh:

"Huh? A Ferrari?"

"Li Menghan, have you gone mad? Or are you so traumatized that you're talking nonsense?"

"You? You could deliver takeout for a hundred years and still not afford a Ferrari wheel!"

"Stop bragging here, it's really embarrassing."

Li Menghan was not angry in the face of Dai Yuqian's sarcasm.

His tone became even more assertive, even carrying a powerful sense of pressure:

"Whether it's bragging or not, you'll know once you come down and take a look."

"I'll wait for you downstairs for ten minutes."

"If you don't come down, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

After saying that, Li Menghan did not give Dai Yuqian a chance to refute and hung up the phone directly.

Sitting at home, Dai Yuqian stared at her phone, which had been hung up on, and felt a chill run down her spine.

In the past, Li Menghan was always timid and submissive in front of her, never daring to speak loudly.

But the voice on the phone just now was firm, confident, and even a bit domineering.

That tone of voice made her feel like he was a completely different person.

"Could it be... that he's telling the truth?"

Dai Yuqian began to have doubts.

Although reason told her that it was absolutely impossible, once the thought popped into her head, she couldn't suppress it.

What if it's true?

What if he really won the lottery? Or is he a hidden rich kid?

Dai Yuqian walked to the window and secretly glanced downstairs.

There was indeed a red sports car parked on the roadside downstairs, with an extremely stylish design.

Although the logo was not clearly visible from a distance, it was undoubtedly a luxury car.

Dai Yuqian's heart skipped a beat.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't resist her curiosity and the little bit of greed in her heart.

She changed her shoes and went downstairs.

Li Menghan sat in the car, watching through the window as that familiar figure walked out of the building.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sharp.

This time, he was determined to prove it to her.

He's no worse than that so-called president, and he's even stronger!