Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

Zhang Yifan ignored Zong Wen's shocked gaze.

There was another stranger in the car, so it wasn't appropriate to say anything more. He simply told the woman in black stockings in the driver's seat, "Let's go."

Zong Wen wisely suppressed his doubts and focused his attention back on the car.

After all, this meteorite black Land Rover Defender 110 is right here under my butt. Instead of worrying about when Brother Fan secretly moved into Yujingyuan, I might as well enjoy this car worth nearly a million.

His hands began to wander over the leather seats again, as if caressing some precious artifact.

He first touched the stitching on the seat back, then tapped the carbon fiber pattern on the door panel, and then leaned close to the center console screen, studying the off-road mode options for a while.

He even leaned forward and asked the lady in black stockings what this button was for and what that knob was for, and she answered him one by one.

This is the air suspension height adjustment, this is the all-terrain feedback system, and this is the hill descent control.

Zongwen would exclaim "Wow!" after hearing each configuration, then retreat to the back seat to continue studying the next one.

The young lady in black stockings shifted gears and started the car. She stepped on the gas, and the 3.0T inline six-cylinder engine let out a deep roar. A powerful push pushed Zong Wen into the back seat.

His eyes instantly lit up like two searchlights, and he was pushed backward by the acceleration, his hands instinctively grabbing the handrails on the car door.

He let out an excited shout he couldn't suppress: "Holy crap! That push-back feeling! No wonder it's a Land Rover! That's powerful!"

He sat up straight in the back seat, turned to look at the street scene rushing past the car window, then looked down at the leather seat beneath him that was even more comfortable than his own bed. The excitement in his heart almost burst out of his throat.

He now wished he could roll down the car window, stick his head out, and let everyone in the city know that Zong Wen was also riding in a Land Rover.

But he held back.

It's not that I don't want to show off, it's that I'm afraid of being called a country bumpkin by Fan

Last time, he posted a photo of himself eating braised pork at Ronggui Snack Shop in the class group chat, and Zhang Yifan replied with two words: "Control yourself."

From then on, he learned to be low-key.

But he has completely lost control of his facial expressions, with his mouth stretched all the way to his ears.

The car quickly arrived at the main gate of Yujingyuan.

This time, Zhang Yifan sent a message to the housekeeper in advance, telling him that he would be driving over today and that the vehicle information needed to be recorded.

His personal butler, the property manager Lao Zhou, was waiting at the main entrance early in the morning, holding a folder in his hand and standing straight.

Seeing a brand-new Meteorite Black Guardian slowly approaching, he immediately went to greet it, bending down to get close to the car window.

Zhang Yifan rolled down the car window and said, "Manager Zhou, could you please record my vehicle information?"

Old Zhou nodded repeatedly, opened the folder, and quickly wrote down the license plate number and car model.

He then handed another access card through the car window with both hands, saying, "Mr. Zhang, this card is your vehicle pass. It's already activated. From now on, you can just swipe the card to enter the underground parking garage when you drive back."

After saying that, he glanced into the car again and added with a smile, "Congratulations Mr. Zhang on getting your new car."

Zhang Yifan thanked him and rolled up the car window.

Old Zhou took two steps back and watched as the brand-new Land Rover slowly drove into the gate of Yujingyuan.

Zongwen, who was in the car, saw all of this.

The butler's respectful attitude, the natural way he addressed him as "Mr. Zhang," and the way he bent down to hand over the card.

Fan Ge does live here, and he didn't just move in; he's been living here for a while and has become familiar with the property management.

When exactly did this person move out of the house? How come he didn't hear a thing?

He recalled Zhang Yifan's nonchalant tone when he said, "I'll get you one too," and he also remembered laughing at him for bragging in front of Ronggui Snack Shop.

Looking back now, it turns out the Joker was himself.

Following his memory, Zhang Yifan directed the woman in black stockings to find the parking space the housekeeper had told him when he took possession of the apartment.

The parking spaces were located underground in his villa, with a total of ten spaces for him to park anywhere. At the moment, all ten spaces were empty, allowing Zhang Yifan to park horizontally.

But this is a Land Rover, and he has no ambitions.

The young woman parked the car smoothly in the parking space, turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked around to Zhang Yifan, handed him the keys with both hands, and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhang, it's been delivered to you. I'll be going now."

Her tone remained polite and professional, without a trace of extra emotion.

Zhang Yifan took the keys and nodded: "Thank you for making this trip. Be careful on the road."

The young woman in black stockings turned and walked towards the entrance of the residential area.

As she walked out of the garage and passed the community's landscape fountain, she looked up at the well-arranged villas in Yujingyuan, then looked back at the direction of the villa she had just seen.

A ten-space underground parking garage, where the handsome young man lives alone.

She looked away, but didn't stop walking.

From the moment she learned that Zhang Yifan lived in Yujingyuan, she gently smoothed away the last ripples of emotion in her heart.

She was very clear-headed; she knew that one shouldn't expect too much from someone of a certain social class, or life would be very tiring.

Zong Wen stood next to Zhang Yifan, watching the black-stockinged young lady's back disappear around the corner of the garage exit.

Then she nudged Zhang Yifan with her elbow: "Brother Fan, are you just going to let her leave like that? Aren't you going to invite her up for a drink of water? She drove all that way back for you, and you won't even offer her a drink of water? That's so ungentlemanly."

He said this with an extremely smug and wicked smile on his lips.

"It's you who wanted her to stay, isn't it! Don't think I didn't see you staring at those black stockings and Da Lei."

Zong Wen showed no embarrassment at having his secret exposed; instead, he straightened his back confidently, a solemn expression on his face.

"I have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty!"

You do not understand!

Beauty needs to be recognized, and the more I look at her, the more I recognize her beauty!

She should be thanking me!

Think about it, if everyone in the world is blind to beauty, what meaning does beauty have?

I'm giving her value through my gaze!

He got more and more excited as he talked, and his spittle almost flew onto Zhang Yifan's face.

Just as I was about to delve into the philosophical discussion of the "symbiotic relationship between the gaze and beauty," a cold voice suddenly came from behind me.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, like a block of ice stuck directly to the back of your neck in winter.

"Really? Then why haven't I seen you staring at me before?"

Zong Wen shuddered violently, his neck turning away like a rusty door hinge.

The person who came into view was none other than Shen Zhiyi.

She stood not far away, wearing a simple light-colored dress, carrying a convenience store bag in her hand, her expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Zong Wen's eyes widened, his gaze bouncing back and forth between Shen Zhiyi, Zhang Yifan, and the villa in front of him.

Shen Zhiyi appeared at Yujing Garden, in the garage of Fan Ge's villa, and spoke to him in such a calm tone...

This information collided wildly in his brain, and then his brain simply shut down.

He stammered out, "Sister-in-law...sister-in-law, you two...you two are living together?"