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

In the dormitory, Li Menghan had just finished reading the message when Liu Dazhuang's chubby face came close, wearing that knowing smirk.

"Hey, Menghan, did that beautiful Huo just message you?"

Li Menghan was a little embarrassed and subconsciously hid her phone behind her back to avoid Liu Dazhuang's gaze, stubbornly saying:

"Nothing of the sort. Don't make wild guesses. It's just spam."

Liu Dazhuang scoffed and pointed at Li Menghan's face, saying:

"Keep pretending. When your phone vibrated just now, your grin practically stretched to your ears. I saw it; that profile picture was of that pretty girl at the school gate. We're all brothers, I'm not going to broadcast it all over the world, what are you embarrassed about?"

After being exposed by Liu Dazhuang, Li Menghan could no longer pretend.

He reluctantly took out his phone, sighed, and said:

"Alright, alright, since you've seen it, I won't hide it from you. It really is her. But let's make a deal, Dazhuang, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone about this, especially don't let it get widely known. I don't want to cause any trouble."

Liu Dazhuang patted his chest and guaranteed:

"Don't worry, you know how tight-lipped I am. Come on, see what this beauty is saying to you!"

The two people huddled together looking at their phones.

On WeChat, Huo Qian sent a series of messages, first greetings, then asking if the dormitory had been tidied up.

Li Menghan quickly replied with her fingers: "Still packing, there's a lot of stuff. We can eat if you want."

The reply came almost instantly: "That's great! See you at the cafeteria for lunch. By the way, Li, I have a friend in Wuhan who owns a racing club. I see you're a pretty good driver. If you're interested or have the time, I could introduce you to them? There are lots of professional racers there; it should be quite interesting."

Upon seeing this news, Liu Dazhuang's eyes widened, and he nudged Li Menghan with his elbow:

"Holy crap, a racing club! This beauty's got some wild side, she's gotta get you flying!"

Li Menghan shook her head.

Although he now owns a Ferrari, he is essentially still that college student who delivers food. He knows nothing about the high-end world of racing and has no intention of joining in.

So he replied: "Thank you for your kind offer, but I'm usually quite busy and don't know much about racing, so I'll pass."

After sending the message, Li Menghan tossed her phone aside and continued making the bed.

They worked until noon, and both of them were starving.

"Let's go eat, let's head to the cafeteria," Li Menghan called out.

The two arrived at the cafeteria, and just as they got their food and found a seat, they saw Huo Qian walking over with a smile, carrying her tray.

Since they had arranged to have lunch together via WeChat, the three of them naturally sat down at the same table.

Huo Qian sat there, and many boys around her couldn't help but glance at her.

During the meal, everyone started chatting, and the topic inevitably turned to their family circumstances.

Huo Qian first introduced herself, saying that her family had many businesses, including photovoltaics, so her family was quite wealthy.

Then she took a sip of soup, looked at Li Menghan, and asked:

"Li, I'm actually quite curious. You dress and use things that are quite understated, but you can afford a Ferrari. What does your family do?"

Li Menghan took a bite of rice, and without hiding anything, calmly said:

"My family's financial situation is actually quite ordinary. I grew up with my mother, who is just an ordinary person who works in a restaurant."

Huo Qian was taken aback and put down her chopsticks:

"Huh? Then what about you...?"

She pointed towards the parking lot outside, implying how to explain that Ferrari.

Li Menghan wiped her mouth and explained:

"My dad bought that car for me. He does business abroad and is quite wealthy. However, I don't have a good relationship with him and don't want to have too much to do with him. I only accepted the car because of some special reasons."

After listening, Huo Qian nodded thoughtfully:

"Oh, I see. Every family has its own problems. I understand."

After saying that, she turned to look at Liu Dazhuang, who was engrossed in eating, and asked with a smile:

"And what about Liu? What does your family do?"

Liu Dazhuang was gnawing on a chicken leg when he heard this and froze.

He glanced at Li Menghan driving a Ferrari next to him, then at Huo Qian dressed in designer brands across from him, and suddenly the chicken leg in his hand didn't taste so good anymore.

Back in the dorm, he and Li Menghan were both poor buddies, and neither of them made fun of the other. But now, Li Menghan has transformed into a rich second-generation, and he's the poorest guy at the table.

Liu Dazhuang smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and said:

"Ugh, let's not even talk about it. My family runs a supermarket in a small county town. We're not starving, but we're not rich either. Compared to you two, we're nothing."

Huo Qian didn't show any disgust upon hearing this. Instead, she chuckled and said in a relaxed tone:

"Opening a supermarket is a good idea. Real business is the most stable. Besides, we're classmates. Friendships are about the person, not the money. Whether you have money or not, we can be friends."

These words made Liu Dazhuang feel much better, and his liking for this beautiful rich second-generation girl increased dramatically.

Just as the three of them were chatting and laughing.

A few boys were sitting at the next table. One of them had dyed yellow hair and was wearing a flashy-looking streetwear brand. He was squinting at Huo Qian.

The blond-haired man tapped his bowl with his chopsticks, gestured towards his companion with his lip, and asked:

"Hey, you guys over there in the white shirt, do you know him? What's going on? Why is he eating with such a stunningly beautiful woman?"

The companion next to him glanced back, thought for a moment, and said:

"I don't recognize him, he looks unfamiliar. But I just heard people talking about him; apparently, he arrived this morning in a red Ferrari, which caused quite a stir."

"Ferrari?"

The blond-haired man raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and then asked:

"What style is it? Did you see it clearly?"

That companion seemed to know a bit about cars, and after a moment's recollection, he said:

"I see now, it should be a Ferrari California T. But judging from the paint and style, it looks quite old, not like a new model. It should be a used one."

"second hand?"

Upon hearing those two words, Huang Mao's face immediately broke into a disdainful smile, and he scoffed:

"Tch, I thought he was some kind of rich young master. Turns out he just bought a secondhand one to save face."

"Those older California T models can be bought for a few hundred thousand to a million on the secondhand market now. Small business owners with a little money can afford them."

The blond-haired man watched Li Menghan's retreating figure, his eyes filled with contempt.

"That's it? You think you can pick up girls of this caliber at school with a beat-up secondhand car? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

After saying that, the blond-haired man threw his chopsticks on the table, stood up, straightened his collar, and waved to his companion:

"Let's go, let's go chat up that beauty. How can we let this poor guy driving a used car ruin her?"