Chapter 18: Do You Really Think That Pretty Boy Is True Love?

It looked remarkably like the jade Buddha she had once given to Fan Chi, the one carved by her father’s own hands.

Before Lian Youyou could get a clear look, the passenger door had already been shut by the man after Quan Qing’er climbed in.

A silver-gray Ferrari rolled up and parked precisely behind the Bentley.

“Hey, look at that! The Ferrari seems even cooler.”

“Absolutely, it looks way more expensive than the Bentley.”

“But this Bentley…” someone frowned and said, “As far as I know, there’s only one of this model in Binhai City, bought by Director Fan Chi. That license plate… it really is from our city.”

“So it’s obvious that Quan Qing’er’s boyfriend borrowed Director Fan’s car just to show off. How fake.”

“If you can’t afford it, just admit it. Why pretend?”

The Ferrari’s convertible top slowly opened, folding itself and retracting into the trunk. Lian Youyou found it rather amusing—sports cars truly were impractical. With only two seats, the trunk was left with no space for anything else once the top was stowed away. So, aside from flaunting wealth, sports cars served no other purpose.

The moment the man in the Ferrari’s driver’s seat removed his sunglasses, the gaggle of chattering girls fell silent, awestruck by his radiance.

This man was outrageously handsome!

Wait—wasn’t that Lu Ming? When he’d brought her earlier, he was driving a Maserati. Could this Ferrari also be borrowed?

Lu Ming ignored the girls, got out, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and called, “Youyou, get in.”

As Lian Youyou walked toward the Ferrari, a girl behind her shouted resentfully, “Lian Youyou, you only have your dad backing you up! Don’t think you’re so impressive. In Director Fan’s eyes, the only daughter that matters is Fan Xiaoyun, born to Qu Wuyan. You’re nothing!”

Lian Youyou stopped, turning coldly to look at her.

She hadn’t gone far; the girl’s twisted expression was still visible, her eyes flashing a vicious, almost feral light.

How jealous these girls were—such hostility.

“Relying on your director father to get you in through the backdoor for the spokesperson selection. You think your pretty-boy boyfriend really loves you? He just wants to climb up through your dad. Handsome, you’d better see things clearly. If you’re looking for someone, go for Fan Xiaoyun. That way, your debut will be much smoother.”

Though Lian Youyou had weathered countless storms and encountered many vulgar women like this, seeing it again today still stirred a wave of disgust in her heart.

Inside the Bentley, Quan Qing’er hadn’t heard their exchange.

Growing impatient, she stepped out and said, “Why aren’t you getting in…”

At the sight of Lu Ming and Lian Youyou together, Quan Qing’er’s eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.

So this was Lian Youyou?

She had thought she’d made herself resemble Lian Meng, but seeing Lian Youyou now, Quan Qing’er realized she was nothing like Lian Meng, nor worthy of the comparison. Lian Meng’s every smile, every gesture, every word was beyond imitation for someone as ordinary as herself.

This Lian Youyou—whether from inheriting Lian Meng’s genes or from diligent study—moved with a grace almost indistinguishable from the Lian Meng she’d seen in television recordings.

And even Lian Youyou’s boyfriend seemed so outstanding and dazzling.

Why was fate so unfair?

But fortunately, just as Fan Xiaoyun had said, he was nothing but a pretty face.