The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

How many?

Ninety-eight million?

Li Wan was stunned by the explosion, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit a goose egg.

She stared blankly at Qin Mao.

The man standing in the center of the exhibition hall, wearing a dark blue suit, had a straight back and a calm face, exuding a composure she had never seen before.

He's not the honest man who was easily fooled by her words back then, nor the spineless coward who couldn't even speak properly in court.

He is a top-tier second-generation rich kid.

Li Wan's face was contorted, her expression extremely ugly.

I regret what I did back then.

If she hadn't done those things, she would still be Qin Mao's wife.

A wealthy woman.

That 98 million also belongs to her.

Clinging to her last glimmer of hope, she thought, "That card is fake. Qin Mao isn't that lucky. He can't possibly be better off than me!"

"Swipe the card. The PIN is six eights." Qin Zheng pushed the black gold card forward.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to this black gold card.

Chen Xin bent down, respectfully picked up the card with both hands, and gently swiped it across the POS machine to enter the amount and PIN.

The entire exhibition hall was so quiet that you could hear the sound of buttons being pressed.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the small POS machine.

"Beep, payment of 95 million successfully completed."

This announcement once again elicited a collective gasp.

Upon hearing this announcement, Li Wan felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground.

What did she miss out on? The identity of a top-tier wealthy heiress!

Chen Xin felt his blood rushing to his head, his nose was constantly hot, and his temples were throbbing.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his expression calm. "Mr. Qin, I've used all my authority to give you a discount of three million."

"Whatever you want."

Qin Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids. He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and remained calm and composed with no expression on his face.

Looking at Qin Zheng's expressionless face, Chen Xin thought to himself: Is this the world of the rich?

It would take him several years to save up three million.

In Mr. Qin's eyes, it wasn't even a small amount of money.

He handed the black gold card back to Qin Zheng with both hands, took a step back, and bowed slightly.

Seeing that the time was right, Xiaoli stepped forward and bowed slightly to Qin Mao and Qin Jianjun, "Mr. Qin, the car you just ordered has been driven to the main gate as you requested."

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously and looked out through the huge glass curtain wall.

At the main entrance, three brand-new luxury cars were lined up in a row.

The first car was a black Maybach with a three-pointed star emblem on the front, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The second car was a Rolls-Royce Ghost, also black, with the Spirit of Ecstasy statue on the hood gleaming silver in the light.

The third car is a Lamborghini Urus, white, with a low-slung and wide body, sharp lines, and a huge air intake, exuding a sharp and aggressive presence.

Two black cars and one white car were parked side by side in front of the 4S store, exuding a powerful aura.

"I've bought the cars, now I need to look at houses. With so many cars, I can't find a place to park them."

Qin Zhenggang stood up, and the surrounding crowd quickly made way for him to reach the gate.

Qin Jianjun and his family followed behind Qin Zheng, heads held high, enjoying the envious glances from the crowds on both sides.

Zhao Lin walked beside Qin Jianjun with a slow, deliberate gait, her chin raised, and a faint smile on her face.

She recalled how, in the past, when she passed by a 4S store, she didn't even dare to glance at the display cars at the entrance, for fear that the salesperson would realize she couldn't afford them.

There are three luxury cars parked in front of her now, with a total value of 20 million.

When Qin Zheng spent 95 million, his domineering and composed demeanor gave her immense courage.

She wanted to step out of the ostentatious and elegant image of a wealthy housewife.

Qin Mao glanced at Li Wan sitting on the ground, then turned and walked towards the gate.

"Mr. Qin, let me see you out." Chen Xin quickly followed and personally opened the door.

Outside the door, the sun is just right.

Qin Mao stepped forward and opened the back door of the Maybach. "Dad, please sit in my car."

"Dad, a Rolls-Royce suits your status better," Qin Jianjun said, opening the back door of the Rolls-Royce.

"grandfather..."

"You have no right to speak here!" Qin Jianjun glared at Qin Zihao with a fierce expression, stopping him from joining the fight for the person.

Qin Zihao shrank back, swallowing the words that were about to come out.

Qin Zheng waved his hand: "We don't fuss over these things at home." He glanced at Zhao Lin, "Eldest daughter-in-law, you ride in the same car as Jianjun."

After saying that, he bent down and sat down in the Maybach.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I'll lead the way."

After Qin Mao finished speaking, he got into the driver's seat.

Zhao Lin stood there, hesitating for a moment.

She intended to open the passenger door and sit in the passenger seat as usual, but as soon as she reached out, she suddenly remembered something.

In TV dramas, wealthy women always emerge from the back seat.

She turned around and bent down to sit inside the car through the door Qin Jianjun had opened.

Hmm, this is more to my liking.

Qin Jianjun lowered his head. "Wife, shall we sit in the passenger seat?"

He remembered that Zhao Lin always liked to sit in the passenger seat when they went out.

"You don't understand, what rich lady sits in the passenger seat? It's undignified. Close the door and get in the car, my dear driver!"

Qin Jianjun paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Alright, wife."

Inside the Maybach, Qin Mao gripped the steering wheel with both hands, occasionally touching the real wood trim on the center console and glancing at the suede headliner overhead, his face brimming with undisguised excitement.

"Look at you, so pathetic!" Qin Zheng, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at his second son.

Qin Mao chuckled twice.

He had been worried that the old man would have to wait too long, so he hadn't had a chance to take a closer look at the interior of the car.

That's why I couldn't help but take a few more glances after getting on the bus, right?

"Dad, hold on tight."

Qin Mao gently pressed the accelerator, and the Maybach took the lead.

Rolls-Royce followed closely behind, with Lamborghini trailing behind.

Inside the 4S store.

"Did you hear that? They're going to buy a house? Are they some nouveau riche from out of town?"

"Aren't you going to tell me? It's just a story about a nouveau riche from out of town finding his long-lost illegitimate child."

"How much do you think they'll have to spend on houses? I think it'll start with large villas, at least a hundred million."

"Be bolder, you're so petty."

"You talk like you're rich..."

The excitement gradually subsided, leaving only the top salesperson, Li Wan, and Zhao Qingde around.

Li Wan sat on the ground, still in a daze.

The top salesperson stood to the side, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask Zhao Qingde, "Sir, for your Mercedes-Benz GLC, will you be paying by card or..."

Zhao Qingde did not answer.

He looked at Li Wan, who was slumped on the ground, and felt an overwhelming surge of anger.

A person with long hair but short brains.

He recalled Li Wan's loud and sarcastic remarks towards Qin Zheng's family earlier.

He still gets chills when he thinks about it now, but she, on the other hand, said something even more unpleasant than the last.

Now look at him, he's a top billionaire who can spend 100 million without batting an eye.

If someone holds a grudge, he could easily lose his job at Dingsheng Group with just a flick of their finger.

Zhao Qingde's face grew increasingly grim.

He suddenly remembered that Li Wan had a child in tow.

Li Zixuan.

No, that child's original surname was Qin, and his name was Qin Zixuan.

He is Qin Mao's biological son.

Zhao Qingde pondered for a moment.

Qin Mao is so rich now, he must care about his own flesh and blood.

If Qin Mao insists on returning to Qin Zixuan, and Li Wan interferes, what good will come of it for him?

No.

They must get a divorce.

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

"snort."

Zhao Qingde snorted and kicked Li Wan.

"stand up!"

Li Wan was caught in regret and despair when she was suddenly kicked, which startled her.

She turned her head and saw that Zhao Qingde's greasy face was full of disgust and impatience, and he was venting his anger.

"You dare kick me? Zhao Qingde, who do you think you are?"

Li Wan got up and scratched Zhao Qingde's face hard.

"Shut up! Look at the mess you've made! You've offended such a big shot. How am I supposed to live in Jiangnan Province now?"

"Who did I offend? What's wrong with me saying a few words? Are they going to eat you alive? This is a society governed by law, what are you afraid of?"

"You..." Zhao Qingde trembled with rage, "You stupid woman with long hair and short brains! Divorce! I want a divorce! Take Qin Zixuan and get out."

Li Wan was stunned.

Divorce? Qin Zixuan?

Yes, Qin Zixuan!

Zixuan is Qin Mao's biological son, his offspring.

She can teach Zixuan to find Qin Mao and acknowledge him as his father.

No matter how much Qin Mao hates her, he will not disown his own son.

As long as Zixuan makes Qin Mao feel guilty and indebted, he can return to the Qin family, and then Zixuan can slowly soften Qin Mao's heart...

She still has a chance.

A light rekindled in Li Wan's eyes.

A confident smile slowly spread across her lips. "Fine, let's get a divorce!"