On the morning of the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Chen’s family packed their luggage early, ready to head to the airport for a rare holiday.
Xiao Changkun had initially suggested driving his Cullinan to the airport and leaving it there, since they’d only be gone for five days and four nights, and could drive it back upon return.
In his words, this had a big advantage: no need for a taxi, especially with so much luggage, as taking a taxi would be quite troublesome.
Ye Chen knew full well that ever since his father-in-law got the Rolls-Royce, he’d drive it even to buy a pack of cigarettes, never missing a chance to let others know he owned one.
Ye Chen didn’t see any issue with it; his father-in-law had always been like this, and indulging him a bit wasn’t a problem.
But in Xiao Churan’s view, her dad wanting to flaunt the Cullinan at a time like this made her feel a bit uneasy.
After all, the Cullinan was a gift from Fei Kexin, given for Ye Chen’s sake, and her dad driving it around was just borrowing someone else’s prestige.
So, she suggested, “Why don’t we just take a taxi? A minivan would be convenient for the four of us. Parking at the airport is expensive, nearly two hundred yuan a day with no cap, which is much pricier than a round-trip taxi. Plus, the parking spaces there aren’t spacious. Dad, if you park such an expensive car there for days and someone scratches it, won’t you feel heartbroken?”
Xiao Changkun thought about it and agreed. Leaving a car worth tens of millions at the airport for days, if someone with a grudge against the rich scratched it, he’d have no tears left to cry.
So, he chuckled and said, “They say listening to advice keeps you fed. I’ll go with my daughter’s idea.”
Xiao Churan took out her phone and booked a six-seater minivan through a ride-hailing app. When the car arrived, the family of four dragged their suitcases to the community gate and headed to the airport.
Not driving to the airport actually saved one hassle: the walk from the parking garage to the terminal.
The driver parked directly at the international departures area and enthusiastically helped the family unload their luggage.
Xiao Changkun, whether to show off or genuinely sigh, said, “Wow, this is much more convenient than driving the Cullinan. Otherwise, we’d be lugging bags from the parking garage across the way.”
The driver couldn’t help but smile but said nothing, helping them with the luggage before politely saying, “Thank you for using Dudu Rides.”
After the driver left, the family was about to enter the terminal when a mustard-yellow Bentley Bentayga slowly pulled up beside them.
As soon as the car stopped, a middle-aged man hopped out of the driver’s seat, eagerly opening both rear doors and saying respectfully to the occupants, “Mr. Li, Madam, please disembark.”
A man in his forties emerged first, followed by a young woman in her twenties.
The man had a protruding belly, while the woman was decked out flamboyantly, head-to-toe in Chanel—down jacket, hat, trousers, shoes—and carrying a limited-edition Himalayan Hermès bag.
