The well-dressed, elegant middle-aged man saw Guan Juer's emotions slowly stabilize and handed her the documents to sign.

"Miss Guan, there are two more documents here that require your signature."

Guan Juer looked at the documents, then looked at Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng smiled and nodded. Guan Juer took the pen handed over by the sales representative, composed herself, held her breath, and signed her name.

The elegant middle-aged man took the documents, glanced at them, smiled, handed the flowers passed to him by other staff to Guan Juer, and nodded slightly at her. "Congratulations, Miss Guan, on becoming a distinguished 911 Targa owner."

The two beautiful saleswomen behind the elegant middle-aged man repeated the man's words in unison, "Congratulations, Miss Guan, on becoming a distinguished 911 Targa owner!"

"Pop!" The prepared plastic confetti cannon exploded in the air.

Guan Juer watched everything before her; it was her first time experiencing such a scene, and she felt a bit shy, yet excited.

She nodded to the few people, turned around, and threw herself into Chen Cheng's arms.

Tears welled up instantly.

"Brother Cheng, why are you so good to me?"

Scum Cheng raised the corners of his mouth. "Little fool, if I'm not good to you, who would I be good to?" He gently stroked her back. "Alright, go try out the car."

After a long while, Guan Juer stopped her tears, looked up at Chen Cheng's handsome face, wrapped her jade-white arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his thin lips.

Scum Cheng responded gently.

After a long while, Guan Juer let go of Chen Cheng, her face flushed red.

The elegant middle-aged man watched this scene with a warm expression; working here, he had seen many such scenes.

Once Guan Juer's complexion improved, the elegant middle-aged man asked softly, "Mr. Chen, Miss Guan, would you like to take a photo?"

Chen Cheng looked at Guan Juer. Guan Juer thought for a moment, nodded, and handed her phone to the elegant middle-aged man.

Holding the flowers gifted by the store, she leaned against Chen Cheng with a bright smile.

Chen Cheng also wore a bright smile, one hand resting on Guan Juer's shoulder.

"Click!" A photo was captured.

The elegant man handed the phone back to the two of them to view.

Chen Cheng looked at it and nodded, indicating his satisfaction.

"Clean it up."

The elegant man acknowledged, turned around, and waved to the other sales staff in the store.

The two who had been waiting on the side immediately withdrew their envious gazes and lowered their heads to clean up the flowers on the floor and the plastic confetti that had been scattered everywhere.

These things are just like that—disposable products that satisfy emotional needs.

Not long after, the two left the 4S dealership.

Guan Juer had gotten her driver's license after graduating from high school. Her family had a car, and she drove it often during winter and summer vacations, so she wasn't rusty. After being guided through the special features, Guan Juer quickly got the hang of it.

The two had a candlelight dinner at a restaurant and returned home.

Guan Juer was exceptionally proactive; she didn't even take a shower and pulled Chen Cheng back to the room.

Night.

Guan Juer's flushed face pressed against Chen Cheng's chest, panting softly.

After a while, having recovered, Guan Juer picked up the phone by the bedside, intending to check the messages that had accumulated while she hadn't looked at it.

Looking at the bank's SMS notification, Guan Juer was a bit dazed.

She glanced at Chen Cheng, rolled her eyes, and switched to green bubble.

Sure enough, it was Mom.

[Mom: Mom transferred a sum of money to you. Since you are with Chen Cheng, going out to play, eating, and drinking, you can't always let Chen Cheng spend money. You should buy some things too; mutual exchange is the key to longevity.]

[Mom: Don't worry too much, this money is Mom sponsoring your Love Fund.]

Chen Cheng put down his phone, saw her expression was off, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Guan Juer pouted and handed the phone to Chen Cheng. "My mom transferred 500,000 to me."

Chen Cheng took the phone and glanced at it.

Good grief, good grief.

Is this what the daughter of a well-off family in the Yangtze River Delta is like?

Love Fund? 500,000?

Even Scum Cheng, who was gradually becoming extravagant, was a bit dumbfounded.

After all, he had suffered before and knew what 500,000 meant for a working-class family.

However, on the other hand, Chen Cheng also admired Mother Guan's boldness.

"Brother Cheng, what do you think I should do? Should I accept it?"

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. The wife's money is my money.

Money that has entered my, Chen Cheng's, pocket—how could it possibly be returned?

But this silly girl, Guan Juer, really doesn't hide anything from him.

Such a large sum of private money, and she just silly told Chen Cheng about it.

The principle of splitting things half-and-half when meeting, this silly girl, she doesn't understand it at all.

Chen Cheng thought for a moment and said calmly, "You have a stock account, right?"

If he gave money directly to Guan Juer, this girl would never accept it.

Right now, the mother-in-law seems to have provided a good method.

Guan Juer nodded. She worked in an Investment Bank and had long been persuaded by colleagues to open an account.

"You transfer the money into the stock account, and I'll teach you how to operate it. We'll try to return the money to your mom by the time you go home for the New Year."

Guan Juer looked at Chen Cheng. "Would that be non-compliant?"

Chen Cheng waved his hand. "It's fine, just don't trade the same stocks as Company Name."

Guan Juer thought about it, felt tempted, and replied to Mother Guan.

[Okay, thanks Mom. Brother Cheng said he'll help me manage the finances.]

Mother Guan saw the message and her mouth twitched in annoyance. This silly girl tells Chen Cheng everything.

Mother Guan thought about it and decided to let it go. Simple people have simple blessings; let her be.

The two chatted for a while on green bubble and put down their phones.

Guan Juer said to Chen Cheng with a blushing face:

"Brother Cheng, shall we practice driving again? I'm not yet familiar with the new driving techniques."

Chen Cheng looked at his watch; it was still early, so practicing more was fine.

He nodded immediately.

"Then I'll help you get familiar with it again. Next time, Teacher Chen won't be teaching."

Guan Juer's pretty face was already crimson.

"Mm~"

...

The next day, Guan Juer went downstairs, radiant, and drove the brand-new silver sports car to the company.

Just after parking the car, she ran into Yin Yue.

Yin Yue ran over quickly, pleasantly surprised, and excitedly examined the silver sports car next to Guan Juer.

While asking Guan Juer, "Xiao Guan, did you buy a car?"

Guan Juer had thought about how to greet colleagues if she met them in the parking lot on the way.

As a result, she forgot everything because she was nervous.

She shook her head like a rattle-drum and replied stutteringly, "No... it's my boyfriend's car."

Yin Yue crossed her arms and looked at Guan Juer gossiping, "Chen Cheng really dotes on you. A new car that hasn't even been registered for photos yet—I'm afraid he bought it specifically for you."

Where could this little cabbage, Guan Juer, match an Old Slicker in the workplace? She was thin-skinned and felt like she was sitting on pins and needles under the stare.

"Oh, Sister Yue, let's go up first."

Guan Juer pulled Yin Yue and walked toward the elevator lobby.

Yin Yue's lips curled into a smile; she didn't refuse and walked along, linking arms with Guan Juer.

A different light flashed in her eyes; she really had guessed it right.

However, this Handsome Chen really dotes on this girl.