Not many people recognize the key to a Maybach.
But the Ferrari key, with that rearing horse emblem, is unmistakable.
When Tang Zhiyan slid the Ferrari key across the table toward Ye Ge, a sharp intake of breath rippled through the people nearby. A wealthy, high-status beauty with the looks and figure of a top-tier idol was offering a million-dollar sports car to an ordinary student. They felt as if they had walked into the plot of a romance novel.
"Senior Sister, please, stop joking," Ye Ge said, refusing the offer.
"Why do you always say I’m joking? I’m being serious." Tang Zhiyan’s eyes crinkled into crescents. "Oh, by the way, I see your hands are empty. Shall I buy you a watch? My dad brought a Patek Philippe back from the US that’s quite nice. I forget the model, but I heard it was expensive. I’ll just swipe it and give it to you later."
Ye Ge: "..."
He was certain now: Tang Zhiyan had come to this mixer just to stir up trouble. He was terrified that tomorrow’s campus news would read: "Computer Science Student Kept by Wealthy Heiress; Steel Wool Flower Language Symbolizes Wealth and Enduring."
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