Chapter 64: Requesting a Car

Jinyang Group.

Secretary Zhou led Lin Qi into a somewhat small office.

“Mr. Lin, please wait here. I’ll go see if President Song is available,” Secretary Zhou said politely, pouring Lin Qi a cup of tea.

It was excellent tea, fragrant and rich.

“All right, please ask President Song to come quickly,” Lin Qi replied, crossing his legs and sipping tea leisurely.

Secretary Zhou took the car keys and left.

Soon, he entered Song Qingzhu’s office and handed over the keys to the Mercedes.

“Just leave them on the desk,” Song Qingzhu said without looking up, busy with a pile of documents.

Secretary Zhou set the keys down and softly added, “President Song, Mr. Lin is having tea across the hall.”

Song Qingzhu frowned slightly. “He hasn’t left yet?”

“No, he said he’s waiting for you…”

“What am I supposed to go over for? Our business is settled…”

She stopped mid-sentence, realizing her slip, and quickly resumed her usual aloof demeanor. “Tell him he can leave; he doesn’t need to wait for me.”

“Yes,” Secretary Zhou replied, unsure what had happened but dutifully obeying, turning to leave.

Just as he reached the door, Song Qingzhu suddenly said, “Let him come in.”

“Yes,” Secretary Zhou replied again, never asking questions.

As a secretary, he watched and listened with keen senses, but his mouth was never too loose.

After a moment, Lin Qi entered.

Lin Qi wore his usual playful grin, the very image of a carefree young master. “Good morning, President Song! Have you eaten yet? Should we grab a bite together later?”

Song Qingzhu couldn’t fathom how an ordinary deliveryman had the nerve to behave so freely in front of her.

Suppressing her irritation, she replied coolly, “I’ve eaten. I have a meeting soon, so I won’t be joining you.”

“That’s a pity,” Lin Qi said, dropping onto the sofa opposite, picking up a newspaper, and helping himself to the fruit and snacks on the coffee table, as if he were right at home.

Song Qingzhu pursed her lips but said nothing, getting straight to the point. “How is Xiao Rui?”

After yesterday afternoon’s conversation, Song Qingzhu had learned Lin Qi and Hong Yu weren’t married, and she’d been charmed by the little girl, which is why she’d called Lin Qi in.

“She’s fine, lively as always. I dropped her off at school this morning,” Lin Qi replied.

Song Qingzhu nodded. “That’s good.”

She continued, “Yesterday’s handling of Liu Da Tou wasn’t a favor to you; I helped Hong Yu of my own accord… so you may make another request.”

Lin Qi smiled. “How about that meal together?”

Song Qingzhu’s face turned cold.

Was this Lin Qi really trying to pursue her?

Did he not realize his own insignificance?

“It’s best if you ask for something material,” Song Qingzhu said, keeping her tone even.

“All right, then. Give me that Mercedes. I enjoyed driving it earlier,” Lin Qi said without hesitation.

That Mercedes SUV cost over a million yuan in full.

He was certainly bold in his request!

Song Qingzhu had expected ten or twenty thousand would suffice, but Lin Qi’s appetite was larger than anticipated. Since she’d made the offer, she couldn’t take it back. She picked up the car keys and tossed them to Lin Qi.

Lin Qi caught them without hesitation, grinning broadly. “Thank you, President Song!”

Song Qingzhu said calmly, “You seem quite familiar with cars.”

“Of course, I used to work as a chauffeur,” Lin Qi replied truthfully, though he hadn’t done it long.

“…,” Song Qingzhu was at a loss for words. She had thought he was extraordinary yesterday, but now it seemed she’d overestimated him.

“Go see Secretary Zhou for the transfer paperwork,” Song Qingzhu added, returning to her documents.

“Thank you, President Song. You’re truly generous,” Lin Qi said cheerfully, rising and heading out.

Outside the office, Secretary Zhou was still waiting.

“Mr. Lin…” Seeing the car keys in Lin Qi’s hand, Secretary Zhou was momentarily stunned.

“President Song gave me the car,” Lin Qi replied, omitting the matter of transfer. He preferred to keep the car under Song Qingzhu’s name, eager to maintain more ties with the female CEO.

“Oh… okay…” Secretary Zhou didn’t dare ask further, but his curiosity about Lin Qi grew. What was his identity, that Song Qingzhu would so casually give him a car?

“No need to see me out. Get back to your work,” Lin Qi waved, strolling away with ease.

He didn’t want Secretary Zhou to escort him so he could linger in Jinyang Group a bit longer.

If the influence of that person from the capital had indeed spread here, he might find some clues.

This was the headquarters of Jinyang Group, with various branches housed on different floors.

Lin Qi wandered from floor to floor. No one knew what he was up to, but no one bothered to ask; everyone was busy with their own affairs.