FWF Chapter 78 My Wife is Also a Hidden Rich Woman? This Garage is More Luxurious Than a Car Show
Chapter 78 My Wife is Also a Hidden Rich Woman? This Garage is More Luxurious Than a Car Show
As the rows of motion-sensor lights lit up one after another, the originally dark underground space instantly became as bright as day.
Lin Zhou's word "cause" was abruptly cut off before it even landed in his throat.
What comes into view is no longer an empty concrete ground, but a steel jungle gleaming with the glitter of money.
If Lin Zhou hadn't looked at the surrounding walls, he would have thought he had stumbled into some rich man's private car show in Dubai.
Directly opposite the gate was a Ferrari LaFerrari, its red as fire, its streamlined body exuding a breathtaking aggression under the lights.
On the left, a matte black Lamborghini Aventador is parked, like a beast lurking in the night.
On the right are two Rolls-Royce Phantoms side by side, one black and one white, looking as solemn as two guardian deities.
Further inside, there were Bentleys, Aston Martins, and even a Bugatti Veyron made entirely of carbon fiber…
Lin Zhou felt like he couldn't see enough with his eyes.
He mechanically turned his neck, his heart skipping a beat with each car his gaze swept over.
This isn't a garage.
This is clearly a vault built with banknotes!
"These...these..."
Lin Zhou pointed to the Bugatti covered in a thin layer of dust, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice hoarse:
"Are they all from our family?"
Although the original owner knew from his memories that Su Qingge was rich, the word "rich" was too abstract.
Until this moment, when this garage of top-of-the-line luxury cars was laid out naked in front of me, the visual impact was absolutely explosive.
"Um."
Su Qingge responded casually, walked over to the Ferrari in her slippers, and wiped her hand on the hood.
My fingertips were covered in a layer of dust.
She frowned, her tone full of disdain:
"It's been closed for too long, it's all dirty."
"Is it dirty?"
Lin Zhou's lips twitched. "Wife, do you know how much this car costs? It's a limited edition! There are only a handful in the whole world! And you're just letting it gather dust here?"
This is such a waste!
Su Qingge dusted off her hands, looking completely unconcerned.
"That was a gift from the brand. I don't like red; it's too flashy. As for that Lamborghini..."
She pointed to the Lamborghini next to her:
"It was a birthday present from my agency the year before last. The chassis is too low, it struggles to go over speed bumps, I only drove it once and then left it here."
"And those few, I guess I bought them on a whim a while ago, I can't remember them very well."
Listen.
Is this even human language?
What does "buying it for fun" mean? What does "can't remember" mean?
Lin Zhou felt his knees go weak, as if he were being pressured by the power of money.
Although he possessed the Godly Rich System, that was only potential for the future.
The Su Qingge in front of us is a real "rich woman in the world"!
He's being too conservative in his approach to being a kept man.
"What? You like it?"
Seeing his naive and unsophisticated demeanor, Su Qingge couldn't help but chuckle. She walked up to him and reached out to straighten his collar.
"Which one do you like? Drive whichever you prefer."
Lin Zhou swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down:
"Honey, are you testing my driving skills? I'm afraid I'll mistake the accelerator for the brake and total your hundreds of millions of assets."
"So what if it's scrapped? Out with the old, in with the new."
Su Qingge spoke casually, as if she were talking about a toy car that cost only a few dollars, not a sports car worth tens of millions.
She took Lin Zhou's hand and led him around the flashy sports cars, all the way to the deepest part of the garage.
There, parked, was a brand new, black behemoth.
Rolls-Royce, Cullinan.
It is imposing and heavy, like a mobile fortress.
Su Qingge took a heavy key from the cabinet next to her and casually tossed it into Lin Zhou's arms.
"then."
Lin Zhou hurriedly caught it, stared at the car emblem in his hand, and froze:
"For me?"
"Otherwise what?"
Su Qingge crossed her arms and leaned against the car door, her beautiful eyes holding a hint of pride, yet also a touch of heartache.
"I see you ride that tricycle quite well, but that's for a TV show after all."
"Now that we're home, I can't expect you to still be riding that beat-up tricycle to buy groceries, can I? People who don't know better will think I, Su Qingge, am abusing my husband."
She paused, as if she had thought of something, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly:
"This car has a lot of space, and the trunk can hold a lot of groceries. It will be convenient to pick up and drop off Nuonuo in the future, and... the chassis is high, so it won't bump when going over potholes."
Lin Zhou held the car key, still warm from his body, and his heart skipped a beat.
Passing through pits without getting hurt.
She was still thinking about the day she was jolted on the tricycle and yelled "Slow down!"
How could this woman be like this...?
Makes people feel soft-hearted?
"Honey, this car must cost seven or eight million, right?"
Lin Zhou touched the cold car body and felt that the texture was even better than touching US dollars.
"I don't know, my assistant went to get it. I think it was the top-of-the-line model."
Su Qingge yawned, clearly not interested in the car price. "Alright, the car is yours. From now on, it'll be your grocery-getter. Remember to take it out for a spin tomorrow, don't let it rot."
After saying that, she waved her hand, turned around, and walked towards the elevator.
"I'm exhausted, I'm going upstairs to take a shower first. You can look at your 'new love' for a while longer."
The elevator doors closed with a soft click.
In the vast underground parking garage, only Lin Zhou remained, clutching the heavy luxury car key in his hand.
The overhead light shone on him, casting a long shadow.
Lin Zhou looked down at the keys in his hand, then looked up at the Cullinan in front of him, which looked like a ferocious beast.
Is this the ultimate level of being a kept man?
A luxury car was given away casually, just to make grocery shopping easier for him?
He instinctively reached into his pocket.
There, tucked away, was that hard-covered diary.
He could feel the edges of the notebook through the fabric.
Inside, there are records of every single instance of his "embezzlement" and every single penny of his "secret stash" over the past seven years.
Two hundred and thirty thousand five hundred and eighty yuan.
This was all the money he had saved up over seven years, originally intended to buy Su Qingge a bag and leave himself a way out.
To earn 210,000 yuan, he haggled with vegetable vendors, secretly bought cheap cigarettes, and even took online orders to write elementary school students' essays.
He once thought it was a huge sum of money, the source of his confidence as a man.
But now...
Lin Zhou gave a wry smile and placed the Cullinan key and the diary together.
The key was cold and heavy, while the diary was warm and rough.
Compared to the hundreds of millions of dollars worth of luxury cars in this garage, his prized "secret stash" seems like a joke.
A drop in the ocean?
No, it's not even a hair.
"Lin Zhou, oh Lin Zhou."
He leaned against the hood of the Cullinan, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and wanted to smoke one to calm down.
However, it was discovered that the cigarette packs had already been confiscated during the recording of the program.
"well……"
Lin Zhou sighed, looking at the luxurious room, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.
Was it touching? Was it shocking?
Or is it that thing called "male pride" that's causing the problem?
He always thought he was protecting this family and Su Qingge.
But only today did he realize that all along, he was the one being protected.
Su Qingge used her strength, her wealth, and even her indifference to build an unbreakable comfort zone for him.
"Even if being with a woman is tempting, you can't let her make you weak."
Lin Zhou muttered to himself, his eyes gradually hardening.
The system is still there, the skills are still there, and the song "Simple Love" has become a hit.
He can't keep going like this.
At least, next time I need to give a gift, I can't rely on saving up my grocery money anymore.
"We need to make money..."
Lin Zhou put the car keys away and turned to walk towards the elevator.
I had only taken two steps when my craving for cigarettes kicked in again.
He touched his empty pockets and paused.
Now he has luxury cars, mansions, and even his wife's promise of complete control over the finances.
But what he has in his pocket now...
It's even cleaner than a face!
All the cash was hidden in the crypt of that damn diary; I gave it all to Su Qingge just now to show off.
These days, it's difficult to even buy a lighter, let alone cigarettes.
"No, I can't live like this anymore."
Lin Zhou gritted his teeth and pressed the elevator button leading to the master bedroom on the second floor.
face?
When it comes to smoking addiction, saving face is nothing!
big deal...
Pay with your body!