Chapter 89: Are You Buying a Car or Just Groceries? (Part 4)

Yang Xiaofan nodded. On the one hand, what the other party said made sense and was for his own good. On the other hand, whatever his mother-in-law said was right; adhering to this principle would ensure he brought his wife home. Once she was home—well, then he could afford to be a bit less single-minded. For now, he still had to put on a proper front. The model son-in-law. Yes, Yang Xiaofan felt this was probably the state of ninety-nine percent of sons-in-law in the world.

"By the way, Aunt Qin, there's something I want to discuss with you. I'm planning to take Nuanyu back to meet my parents. Then, I'd like to arrange for them to meet you and Uncle Qin, so we can settle the details of our wedding."

"That's a good thing, as it should be," Qin's mother replied, understanding and reasonable about the necessary process.

Qin's father, however, couldn't help but frown and say, "Xiao Yang, isn't your family in the county town? How do you plan to get there? I don't think there are any airports or high-speed rail stations near your place, are there?"

Yang Xiaofan nodded. "That's right, there are no high-speed rail stations or airports near my home, so I'll be driving back."

"In your Ferrari?"

"Yes!" Yang Xiaofan nodded again, but Qin's father frowned even deeper. "That Ferrari, it's hard on the back even when you drive it alone, and you want Nuanyu to ride in it, all the way on the highway for such a long distance? By the time she gets there, will your child still be safe?"

Yang Xiaofan was instantly at a loss. He'd been so focused on getting married that he completely forgot about this. A sports car like a Ferrari looked great, but its comfort was about on par with a tractor. The journey back home was at least several hundred kilometers—more than enough for his child to suffer who knows how many times over. He'd been foolish.

Qin's father, looking quite pleased, said, "Well? The older, the wiser, right? Good thing I reminded you, otherwise you would've been in big trouble."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Qin, you're absolutely right. How about this: let's have breakfast first, and after that, we'll all go buy a car together."

"Good!" Qin's father finally nodded in satisfaction.

When the group arrived at the breakfast spot, many people started pointing at Yang Xiaofan. Now, he was incredibly famous—perhaps even more so than some of the biggest celebrities. With such overwhelming popularity, who could handle it? Most importantly, other stars might need years to accumulate such a following, while Yang Xiaofan had skyrocketed to fame overnight. Like a suddenly popular new idol, everyone was especially interested in the novelty. That's why people were even more excited to see him than a celebrity.

"Look, that guy looks like brother-in-law!"

"That's right, it's him! Last night, I watched his livestream the whole night—he sings well, is rich, and even beat that foreign AI, AlphaGo! Totally amazing."

"My god, it really is him! I'm his fan! I dreamed of meeting him, and now here he is!"

"I have to go ask for his autograph."

A crowd began to gather, zombie-like, around him.

"Brother-in-law, I'm your fan, can I have your autograph?"

"Brother-in-law, can I take a picture with you? I admire you so much!"

"Brother-in-law, I like you so much, just say something to me and I'll thank your ancestors for eight generations!"

Yang Xiaofan shielded Qin Nuanyu, afraid she'd get pushed around, while also trying to handle the crowd.

"Everyone, please calm down. I'm just here for a meal, no need to get so excited, okay? Please step back and don't crowd together—otherwise, someone could get hurt in a stampede. I hope everyone can be rational; I'm just an ordinary person, there's no need for excessive adulation."

But the more he said this, the more moved people became. Such a talented, famous person, yet he refused to accept adulation—no wonder he was called brother-in-law, so different from those flamboyant internet celebrities. Only someone like him was truly worthy of admiration.

"Brother-in-law, say no more, I'll be your fan for life!"

"Brother-in-law, a photo with you will be my family heirloom for generations."

"Brother-in-law, I'll have your babies!"

As the scene grew more chaotic, Yang Xiaofan had no choice but to lead the Qin family quickly out the back door of the restaurant. Fortunately, this was a five-star hotel, where the guests were mostly upper-middle class and not too many in number. If there had been even a few more people, they might not have escaped at all.

Once they'd made it back to the presidential suite on the rooftop, they could finally breathe a little easier. Ordinary guests couldn't access this area, so no one would chase after them here.

"Whew! Being too famous isn't all good, is it?"

"I wonder how those celebrities get by?"

"A lot of celebrities hire extras to act as fans—one hundred a day. Back when I used to do square dancing, agency people were always recruiting. You're different; your fame is real now."

Yang Xiaofan massaged his temples. "I'll have breakfast delivered to the room, then. After we eat, I'll have the hotel arrange a car to take us to a nearby dealership to buy a car."

"Alright!"

After a hearty breakfast in the room, the hotel arranged for them to take an Alphard out to buy a car.

"Brother-in-law, what kind of car are you planning to buy? How about considering an Alphard like this one? It's quite comfortable, and it's really popular online."

Qin Nuanxin suggested, but Yang Xiaofan shook his head. "A minivan like the Alphard isn't much fun to drive. The center of gravity is pretty high, so it's not that convenient on corners, right?"

"Then do you have any requirements for the car?"

"Let's see... First, it needs to have plenty of space—not cramped like the Ferrari. Then, good performance. I don't race, but I don't like sluggish cars either. Comfort is a must, so your sister won't get jostled. Most importantly, it has to be environmentally friendly and not have a strong odor. Your sister is pregnant now and can't be exposed to anything irritating."

"How about checking out a Volvo? I have a friend who drives the XC90—it's really nice, and the price is much better than the German luxury brands with lots of discounts."

"Lots of discounts, but the brand isn't as influential, right? Sales numbers aren't great, if I recall. Volvo used to be a foreign brand, but its sales dropped off until it was acquired domestically, then they played the nostalgia card and sales picked up. But for such a big car, they don't even have a 3.0 version, right?"