Billionaire's Gold Digger - Chapter 140

Zhao Ziqian had his arm around Qu Xiaoxiao as they entered, and the manager immediately greeted them warmly.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Zhao.”

Zhao Ziqian nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping around the showroom before he lowered his head to ask the obviously reluctant Qu Xiaoxiao beside him,

“Which one looks good?”

Qu Xiaoxiao tried hard to shake off his arm, glaring at him irritably,

“Weren’t you in a hurry to go to the bathroom? Why are you suddenly looking at cars?”

Zhao Ziqian not only didn’t let go, but leaned down closer to her ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear,

“My kidneys are fine.”

Qu Xiaoxiao instantly frowned, shooting him a look of disgust, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth,

“You’re sick!”

She was determined to get under his skin, so she put on a fake smile and casually pointed at a garishly blue supercar not far away,

“This one! This one suits you perfectly!”

Zhao Ziqian followed her finger, frowned,

“What kind of taste is that?”

“Flashy enough, right?”

Qu Xiaoxiao lifted her chin, speaking with confidence, “Doesn’t it feel like it matches you instantly?”

“I don’t like it,” Zhao Ziqian said calmly.

Qu Xiaoxiao held back the urge to ask “why,” because his expression already told her he was up to no good.

Sure enough, the next second, Zhao Ziqian’s gaze slowly slid over her face, his tone ambiguous yet serious,

“The space is too small… inconvenient.”

Qu Xiaoxiao’s mind buzzed–she absolutely hated how quickly she caught on!

Her eyes went wide, even her ears flushed uncontrollably red, and she blurted out,

“Zhao Ziqian, when a person is shameless… they’re invincible!”

Zhao Ziqian immediately put on an expression even more shocked and aggrieved than hers, even subconsciously lowering his head to look at his long legs, explaining earnestly,

“I meant, with my height, sitting in such a low supercar, the legroom is really cramped, I can’t stretch out, it’s uncomfortable. What were you thinking?”

He was a master at turning the tables!

“I…”

Qu Xiaoxiao felt a lump in her chest, almost giving herself internal injuries from holding it in.

Now she finally understood what it meant: a hooligan isn’t scary, what’s scary is a cultured hooligan.

She gritted her teeth in anger, “You look all you want!”

With that, she turned to leave.

Zhao Ziqian stretched out his long arm and easily pulled her back, half-hugging her as he led her to a white SUV.

Qu Xiaoxiao glanced at it–the latest Cayenne Turbo E-Hybrid, around 2 million. She’d seen this one before when she wanted Old Qu to get her a new car.

“What do you think of this one?”

Zhao Ziqian stared at her face, waiting for her reaction.

Qu Xiaoxiao crossed her arms, looked the luxury car up and down, then looked at Zhao Ziqian,

“Zhao Ziqian, you went to all this trouble to trick me here… just to find an excuse to give me a car?”

She took a small step forward, poked his hard chest, shook her head, and smiled knowingly,

“Old Zhao, your tricks are way too old-fashioned. Our Old Qu has told me since I was little, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

“What, you really think I’m some inexperienced little girl? I’ve seen tricks a hundred times smarter than yours. If I didn’t have a few brains, I’d have been eaten alive by now.”

She glanced at the car and sneered, “Besides, if I really wanted this car, it’s not like I couldn’t afford it.”

Zhao Ziqian watched her with a smile at the corners of his mouth the whole time, his eyes full of undisguised admiration,

“Clear-headed, vigilant, but not defensive.”

“Defensive? Why should I be defensive?” Qu Xiaoxiao looked puzzled.

“Well, the kind of person who thinks their noble self-esteem has been insulted, right?”

Zhao Ziqian shrugged, “Trampling on someone else’s intentions to make up for a bit of inferiority–can’t handle it.”

He shook his head and turned to Qu Xiaoxiao, “But you’re different, it’s not like you can’t afford it. Or… can’t you handle it either?”

A seemingly casual remark instantly reminded Qu Xiaoxiao of someone.

How could she, Qu Xiaoxiao, be like him?!

It’s just a 2 million car, she’s more than worthy!

Qu Xiaoxiao snorted with a laugh,

“What a joke, you think I can’t handle it? Mr. Zhao, go swipe the card!”

She turned to Zhao Ziqian, “If you want anything in the future, just tell me, I won’t let you lose out.”

Qu Xiaoxiao had always known that in business, it’s all about give and take, and relationships are the same.

You trouble me, I trouble you, and the relationship gets closer.

That’s why she could shamelessly ask Andy for help from the start, and later could ask Andy for anything big or small–because she always knew she had value, and what she got from Andy, she could repay in other ways, with a clear conscience.

The smile at the corner of Zhao Ziqian’s mouth deepened, but he hid it well. He swiftly swiped the card, signed, left Qu Xiaoxiao’s address, and casually tossed the keys to her little Polo to the manager,

“Please have someone drive that car outside to this address.”

Then he tilted his head at Qu Xiaoxiao,

“Come on, take me to pick up my car.”

Qu Xiaoxiao snorted, her little sense of pride and the thrill of being recognized still lingering, and sat in her new ride with a haughty air.

By the time they arrived, the tire had long been changed.

A staff member respectfully stepped forward, “Mr. Zhao, your car is ready. Is there anything else you need?”

Zhao Ziqian glanced at Qu Xiaoxiao beside him and said to the manager,

“Install a sound system for me, and put the bill together with the tire repair–charge it to this lady.”

Qu Xiaoxiao jerked her head up, eyes wide in disbelief.

Zhao Ziqian looked perfectly justified, “I gave you a car, you give me a sound system–reciprocity, that’s fair.”

“You…” Qu Xiaoxiao was speechless–she knew this damn man wasn’t that generous.

The staff interrupted, “Do you have any preferences for brand or price?”

Zhao Ziqian, hands behind his back, didn’t hesitate, “Install one for 420,000.”

Even if Qu Xiaoxiao was slow, she understood now, completely ignited, she snapped her head up, eyes wide,

“Zhao Ziqian! You’re doing this on purpose?! Are you really sick?!”

But Zhao Ziqian suddenly leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and lazy as he dropped a line,

“Mine… has to be a bit more expensive than his. Otherwise…”

He paused, his voice taking on a hint of shameless pouting and jealousy,

“I’ll get jealous.”

!!!

Just that light sentence instantly extinguished Qu Xiaoxiao’s nearly explosive anger, turning her into mush.

Jealous?

So after all this, this is what he was waiting for!

Zhao Ziqian wasn’t picking at her scars, he was… jealous?

Using a childish sort of competition to tell her–

Zhao Qiping’s defensiveness was his own inferiority, nothing to do with the sincerity Qu Xiaoxiao offered.

Since Zhao Qiping himself couldn’t accept it, then give it to Zhao Ziqian–he’s worthy, even… deserves more of Qu Xiaoxiao’s sincerity–

I can give, and you’re worthy;

You can give, and I can accept!

Qu Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled–this damn man, looking so refined and restrained, but with so many tricks up his sleeve!

Both reserved and clever, this damned, precisely targeted way of handling her–

It’s exactly to Qu the Vixen’s taste!

So… if he’s already admitted to being jealous, doesn’t that mean he’s admitted defeat to her, Qu Xiaoxiao?

“Swipe the card!”

She decisively pulled out her card, her eyes never leaving Zhao Ziqian, like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat, shining with blatant, undisguised desire and seduction.

In the end, the Bentley was left at the dealership to have the sound system installed, and Zhao Ziqian ended up back in bed at 2203…