Chapter 49: "Taking You to Buy a Luxury Car"

After sending it, Song Xi suddenly came to her senses.

Why did she send this kind of gossipy small talk to Jing Zhuo?

How did she suddenly end up sharing things with him...

Ever since they obtained their marriage certificate, their chat logs had been sparse and limited to serious matters.

This was the first time she had sent him something trivial. Would it disturb him?

Just as she was about to recall the message, a reply came from the other end.

"Indeed, it is immensely satisfying."

He even attached a cat sticker—a quirky photo of her that she frequently used.

So he had saved her picture after all.

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, as if something leaped within her.

In the office, several department heads were reporting on their work, but President Jing remained unresponsive for a long time. Puzzled, they looked over and discovered that President Jing was looking down and typing on his phone.

What message could possibly be this important?

President Jing never liked typing; he always managed everything through voice notes.

Could this message be classified?!

Jing Zhuo typed a few lines, deleted them, and typed another line instead.

"Are you free tonight? I'll pick you up after work."

Song Xi stared at that line of words for a long time and earnestly tapped out two characters.

"Okay."

A few seconds later, another sticker came from the other side—still a cat.

Song Xi suspected that he only had this single image, and that he had stolen it from her.

Unable to help it, the corners of her lips curved upward, and she sent him a few more different cute cat stickers.

Seeing those pictures, Jing Zhuo gently curved his lips and clicked to save them one by one.

The department heads thought: What kind of fiercely profitable project has the group secured to make President Jing smile with such joy!

Does that mean they need to work even harder?!

The competitive pressure is on!

"Sister Xi, what are you smiling at your phone for? You're smiling so sweetly..."

After observing her for quite a while, Yezi abruptly leaned in. "Chatting with your husband again, huh? Having such a good time!"

Song Xi teased her delightfully: "Mhm, my husband is coming to pick me up after work."

"Wow, you two are already married and still this sweet, just like a couple in the honeymoon phase," Yezi sighed with emotion.

Song Xi put away her phone: "Isn't it wonderful? I just love sweetness."

"Everyone else looks half-dead after getting married, saying marriage is stepping into a grave. Among all the married sisters I've seen, you're the only one who stays sweet as white sugar every day," Yezi lamented.

Song Xi said, "I think marriage is wonderful. You have a home, someone to accompany you, you can share meals together, and you feel a sense of security."

"Then it seems your husband is a really great person. Only when a husband is exceptional and doting will a wife feel that marriage is good," Yezi concluded.

Sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting its glow across half of Song Xi's hand, where the wedding ring on her ring finger sparkled with myriad tiny beams of light.

Anyway, being married is simply wonderful.

Song Xi thought quietly to herself.

...

In the evening after work, a black Bentley quietly parked beneath the Sanshan Building.

Song Xi left early, and none of her colleagues had come out yet. She quickly slipped into the front passenger seat, only to find Chen Feng in the driver's seat.

She hurriedly pulled the door open again and swiftly squeezed into the back seat.

Chen Feng: "..."

Seeing her flurry of actions, Jing Zhuo could not help but laugh.

"Why are you acting like a thief?"

Song Xi whispered sneakily, "You went to our company last time, and everyone knows the company's sugar daddy drives a Bentley. I'm afraid if they find out about our relationship, it will affect my performance in the workplace."

Song Xi could show off Jing Zhuo elsewhere.

But in photography alone, she did not want to borrow the light of his identity; she wanted to rely entirely on her photography skills and fight with her own strength.

If her colleagues found out that her husband was Jing Zhuo, then no matter what kind of garbage photos she took in the future, they would be praised to the heavens.

She was firmly determined to prevent any destructive pampering through excessive praise.

Jing Zhuo had always known about her passion for photography and knew that in pursuit of a single sunset shot, she could squat on the terrace of the He residence for an hour without changing her posture.

He nodded and instructed the front: "Chen Feng, drive."

"Yes, Boss."

Instead of returning to Jiushu Community today, Chen Feng drove straight to the 4S dealership.

Song Xi was somewhat dazed as she stepped out of the car: "Does your car need maintenance?"

"No, Madam Boss, the Boss wants to buy you a car," Chen Feng chimed in helpfully from the side.

"Buy a car?" Song Xi subconsciously looked toward Jing Zhuo.

Holding her hand, Jing Zhuo walked forward into the building.

"You don't have a vehicle for your daily commute, which makes things very inconvenient. I thought about getting one for you, but since I didn't know what style a girl would like, I brought you to pick one out yourself."

As they spoke, a staff member already came forward to greet them, clearly recognizing Jing Zhuo.

"Mr. Jing, the luxury car section is this way. Please follow me."

Led by his hand, Song Xi bypassed the regular car section and walked all the way to the luxury vehicle zone.

Looking up, only a few luxury sports cars were parked in this area, and every single one of them looked extraordinary.

At a single glance, Song Xi recognized that the orange McLaren in the middle was Zhang Hesning's absolute favorite sports car.

She used to drool over pictures of it every day, but her allowance fell short of buying it.

"Isn't this supposed to be a regular commuter car? This is way too expensive, there's no need to buy something like this," Song Xi said.

Jing Zhuo remarked, "I wasn't sure which model to get you. A girl at the company happened to like this one, so I assumed your tastes were about the same."

Song Xi was surprised: "The employees at your company are this wealthy? They even buy sports cars."

Jing Zhuo brushed it off casually: "It's Chen Feng's assistant, a rich second-generation heir who doesn't study and loves spending money."

He added, "Just pick one here. Before marriage, the groom is supposed to provide a house, a car, a salary, and assets; think of this as a supplementary bridal gift from me."

Song Xi wanted to say that such an expensive bridal gift was unnecessary.

But Chen Feng spoke up from the side: "Madam Boss, you might as well pick one. If others find out in the future that President Jing's wife drives a shabby car outside, President Jing will lose face and it will harm his reputation."

Hearing it put that way, Song Xi understood.

A woman's attire is a man's glory.

So he cared quite a bit about saving face outside as well.

"Alright then." Song Xi glanced over a few times and pointed at the orange McLaren in the middle. "Let's go with that one."

Hesning liked this one the most.

If she saw this car, she would definitely go crazy with joy.

Jing Zhuo raised an eyebrow at her: "You girls really do have the exact same aesthetic taste."

True best friends indeed, liking the exact same things.

Song Xi smiled, feeling too guilty to speak up.

In truth, all cars looked pretty much the same to her.

She actually preferred driving Zhang Hesning's little Mini BMW because it was small... and easy to parallel park.

Jing Zhuo took out his card and handed it to the staff member, who immediately began processing the paperwork and swiping the card.

The name registered at the end was Song Xi's.

After a dedicated inspection, the car would be delivered directly to Jiushu Community.

Once outside, Song Xi thought of her fatal flaw: "My parking skills aren't very good. It'll be really hard for me to back a larger car like this into a garage space. Let me practice for a couple of months before I drive it."

She was terrified of scratching the car.

"It doesn't matter, drive it however you like. I'll take care of the parking."

Jing Zhuo opened the passenger door and let Song Xi in.

Then, he sent Chen Feng back and personally drove her to a private local restaurant. Because they had spent the evening buying a car, they hadn't eaten yet.

When Song Xi received the menu, she was stunned once more.

Because the restaurant's signature dishes and specialties were once again southern cuisine.

"Actually, you don't have to pick southern dishes every single time," Song Xi said. "I'm quite used to northern food too."

Afraid that Jing Zhuo wouldn't believe her, she chattered on.

"Back when I was in school, I spent three summer vacations coming to the capital to stay for a month each year. Hesning took me around to try all kinds of northern dishes, and Aunt Wang would always make delicious food to host me."

Jing Zhuo ordered a few dishes, handed the menu back to the waiter, and picked up her thread.

"You're very fond of Zhang Hesning's family?"

"Of course I am, she's the most important person in my life."

Song Xi said, "We went to school together for three high school years. When she went to Suzhou to live in the dorms, she was on the top bunk right above me. Later, she came back to the capital for university while I stayed in Suzhou, but our bond has always remained strong, and we spend every summer vacation together."

"I know her entire family's names, personalities, dietary preferences, and hobbies," Song Xi said with a trace of pride.

"What about her older brother?" Jing Zhuo asked.

"Well, I don't know much about him," Song Xi shook her head, smiling sheepishly. "The age gap is too big, so I haven't had any contact with her eldest brother. But I've indirectly heard about him helping me out a few times recently, and I'm quite grateful."

"Last time I asked Hesning to help me arrange a meal with him, she probably threw the idea to the back of her mind long ago..."

An idea struck Song Xi, and she grabbed Jing Zhuo's hand.

"How about this—you help me set up a dinner with him? What do you say we treat him to a meal together?"