Chapter 102: The Best Boyfriend in the World

A little while later, Pei Xiaoru returned with her phone.

“The owner is out of town. If you’re sure, you can schedule for the morning after tomorrow.”

“Okay, then let’s do the morning after tomorrow,” Zhang Yang nodded, smiling as he leaned in to whisper, “Thanks for your effort.”

“For effort? It’s not like I don’t get a commission,” Pei Xiaoru teased lightly, glancing at the two figures on the balcony. “She seems like a good girl-make sure you cherish her.”

“Of course,” Zhang Yang nodded lightly, but caught a faint hint of wistfulness in her eyes.

He thought about casually saying something like “you’re a good girl too,” but thinking it over, that would feel off at this moment. Better to say nothing.

Behind him, Bei Wei and Bei Jiajia were still buzzing with excitement, unaware of the brief exchange on the balcony.

“The apartment’s set, we’ll sign the contract the day after tomorrow,” Zhang Yang said with a smile as he turned toward them.

“Yay! We should celebrate properly with a nice meal, just right…” Bei Jiajia’s mouth ran ahead of her, but she stopped herself after glancing at Bei Wei.

“Is there something you haven’t told me?” Zhang Yang asked.

“Well…” Bei Wei hesitated. “A few days ago, my dad called. He said he’s traveling with his company’s boss and will be stopping briefly in Shanghai these few days.”

“Why tell me only now?” Zhang Yang couldn’t understand.

“You said you were busy these past two days, so I didn’t mention it,” Bei Wei stammered. “I… I also told him, and he understands.”

Zhang Yang couldn’t help but smile.

“If I don’t show up, do you think your uncle would feel at ease? You should’ve told me sooner. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

He didn’t believe Bei Wei’s father was visiting Shanghai just to see her-he was just uneasy and wanted to see who had taken his precious daughter. If he didn’t show up this trip, her father would only be more concerned.

Bei Wei nodded gently in agreement.

“This time, Uncle will probably be a thousand times reassured,” Bei Jiajia fantasized aloud.

This was a scene straight out of a feel-good novel. She hoped her uncle wouldn’t say or do anything inappropriate-otherwise, he’d get slapped down hard.

After viewing the apartment at Cuihu Tiandi, the group left what was essentially already Bei Wei’s future home.

Although Phase Three of Cuihu Tiandi wasn’t as luxurious as Phases Four or Five, it was far beyond what ordinary families could afford. In conversation with others, simply saying, I live in Cuihu Tiandi, was enough to command respect.

At the entrance of Phase Three, Bei Wei and the others got into the car first.

Zhang Yang lingered outside for a moment. “Shall I drive you back?” he asked Pei Xiaoru.

“No need. I’m driving today. You better get in. Joy is meant to be shared-your girlfriend probably has a lot to say to you right now,” Pei Xiaoru said with a smile.

Zhang Yang paused, then nodded.

A little later, he got in the car and drove off. Pei Xiaoru stood watching, smiling to herself before heading to her own car.

Inside the Cullinan, Bei Wei’s emotions finally fully blossomed.

Earlier in the apartment, there were still outsiders around; now, well… Bei Jiajia was hardly an outsider.

Zhang Yang drove, listening to the laughter and chatter, gradually letting himself get swept up in the mood.

“By the way, Zhang Yang, your classmate seems really nice and warm. Does she have a boyfriend?” Bei Wei asked curiously.

“Not yet, I think,” Zhang Yang replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

“She’s so beautiful, her standards must be high,” Bei Wei whispered from the passenger seat.

Coincidentally, Bei Jiajia spoke up from the backseat.

“Does a single lady who knows my brother-in-law ever have low standards? I don’t think so.”

“This little brat,” Zhang Yang muttered, nearly slamming the brakes but catching himself just in time.

With the apartment purchase done, Zhang Yang had everything calculated: house cost, taxes, agent fees, and a decent balance left over. No way he was wasting any of it. According to plan, the next stop was to buy a car.

Bei Jiajia eagerly voiced her suggestions in the backseat.

“Sis, get a Maserati! It suits your style perfectly.”

“A BBA brand works too-well-known, and as long as the price is right, it’ll please anyone.”

“Or a Jaguar, that works too.”

Zhang Yang listened for a while but already had a clear idea.

“Let’s get you a Porsche,” he said, glancing at Bei Wei.

“A Porsche? That’s perfect!” Bei Jiajia chimed in. “Which model are you getting for my sister?”

“Panamera,” Zhang Yang said casually.

One to two million yuan, a stylish yet practical coupe-the Panamera fit Bei Wei’s temperament perfectly. As for sporty models like the 911, those were visually stunning but meant more for speed than daily use.

“Panamera! My dream car! Sis, I want one too!” Bei Jiajia exclaimed, excitedly tugging at Bei Wei’s sleeve.

Bei Wei didn’t speak, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

She wasn’t some untouchable fairy. Though not materialistic, when her beloved gave her a house and a car, how could she not be happy? Of course she was thrilled-so thrilled she wanted to post about it online. Not to show off the car or apartment, but to boast about having a boyfriend she was endlessly proud of.

“Bei Jiajia, you don’t get a car. Your future boyfriend might not like it. I’ll get you something else later,” Zhang Yang said, smiling.

With nearly forty million in cash on hand and daily cashback of a hundred thousand, giving his younger sister-in-law a little gift was nothing.

Bei Jiajia, ecstatic, babbled incoherently.

If anyone else said this, she might politely respond, maybe roll her eyes inside, but now? This was coming from the man who had just bought Bei Wei a nearly thirty-million-yuan apartment and was now taking her to pick a Porsche Panamera.

“This isn’t a joke, right?” Zhang Yang asked with a grin.

“No joke! I love you, brother-in-law!” Bei Jiajia exclaimed, immediately pulling out her phone to browse new arrivals.

A moment later, a bit embarrassed, she held up her phone from the backseat.

“Brother-in-law, can you get me this bag?”

“Sure,” Zhang Yang said without even looking.

As long as Bei Jiajia didn’t go overboard asking for a several-million-yuan Himalaya Hermès bag, any other purchase of tens of thousands was fine. A luxury like this was nothing to him.

Being rich meant money wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t yet a true tycoon, but he was well on his way.

“Brother-in-law, you didn’t even look at the price! I’m freaking out! Really no need to check?” Bei Jiajia said, startled.

“How much?” Zhang Yang asked, amused.

“Ei…eight… eighty thousand,” Bei Jiajia stammered.

“Oh, eighty thousand,” Zhang Yang said, startled—not by the price, but because he misheard her and thought she called him dad.

“Okay, brother-in-law?” Bei Jiajia’s heart raced.

“Of course, why not? We’ll get it today,” Zhang Yang said. He never gave empty promises.

“Yay! Brother-in-law, you’re the best, number one!” Bei Jiajia gushed, clearly his biggest fan.

The Cullinan sped toward the Porsche center on Nanjing West Road.

As soon as they arrived, the staff noticed them immediately.

Zhang Yang stepped out with Bei Wei and Bei Jiajia, and the welcoming staff greeted them enthusiastically.

“Hello, sir, I’m your dedicated consultant, Zhou Yu. Here’s my card. May I have your name?”

“Zhang,” Zhang Yang replied, taking the card casually.

Zhou Yu stayed close by.

Clearly, this handsome guy getting out of a Cullinan with two young women was buying a car for one of them.

“Do you have any Panamera models in stock?” Zhang Yang asked directly.

“Yes, Mr. Zhang,” Zhou Yu smiled.

“What colors are available?” he continued.

“Coffee Red, White Marble, Amethyst… Mr. Zhang, would you like to see them in person first? Is this for this lovely lady?” Zhou Yu asked, glancing at Bei Wei.

“Yes, let’s take a look first,” Zhang Yang agreed.

A moment later, standing in the showroom among the Panameras, Zhang Yang scanned the colors.

Red was too bold, suited for a strong, fiery woman-definitely not Bei Wei.

But purple…

The Amethyst Panamera wasn’t an overpowering purple, but a fresh, light shade that looked classy and elegant-perfect.

White was also fine, though not very practical.

“How about purple?” Zhang Yang asked, smiling at Bei Wei as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Looks great. I also thought purple was the best at first glance,” Bei Wei whispered into Zhang Yang’s ear.

Zhou Yu, standing nearby with a smile, felt a strong premonition: this sale was about to close.

“I think purple looks amazing too. It has this subtle iridescence and perfectly matches my sister’s style,” Bei Jiajia chimed in from the side.

“Then purple it is,” Zhang Yang said without hesitation, waving to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu, a seasoned salesperson, couldn’t hide her excitement. Walk-in buyers weren’t rare, but someone buying a car specifically for his girlfriend? A Panamera at over a million yuan on the spot, with this kind of spending power and decisiveness, was truly enviable.

“Mr. Zhang, I’ll bring you the options sheet,” Zhou Yu said, motioning them toward the sofa as she quickly fetched the paperwork.

Moments later, Zhang Yang went through the sheet, checking all the boxes: Bordeaux red gloss leather interior, 21-inch platinum wheels, BOSE surround sound system… every available option was selected.

The Panamera 4S had a base price of 1.36 million yuan. With 300,000 yuan in options and the purchase tax and insurance, the total came to nearly 1.8 to 1.9 million yuan.

“Done. That’s it,” Zhang Yang handed the sheet back to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu accompanied Bei Wei through the insurance and contract formalities. Meanwhile, Zhang Yang’s 1.8–1.9 million outlay immediately triggered nearly 4 million yuan in cashback, meaning he basically got the Panamera for free and earned almost 2 million yuan in profit. Effortlessly stylish.

He stood in the showroom waiting for Bei Wei to finish, watching the staff efficiently prepare for the delivery ceremony.

He didn’t care much about delivery ceremonies himself, but for girls, the ritual mattered. Seeing the waterfall of flowers, balloons, gift boxes, and the quiet excitement in Bei Wei and Bei Jiajia’s eyes made him smile.

Soon, the delivery ceremony began: flowers, champagne, and his sweet girlfriend.

Even on social media, this kind of photo would easily get thousands of likes.

Zhang Yang thought Bei Wei should be the focus, so he tried to stay out of the frame-but Bei Wei insisted he join.

Reluctantly, he stood beside her. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, holding the bouquet and leaning against him.

Bei Jiajia snapped photos nonstop.

“Want to share?” she asked, running over immediately after taking them, suggesting posting in the family group.

Bei Wei thought for a moment. “Not yet.” Posting it there might make some relatives feel she was showing off. Better to stay low-key.

“Send the photos to me, though,” Bei Wei added. She could post them on her own social media with restricted visibility, sharing freely without worrying about family.

Soon, the photos arrived, and Bei Wei happily started posting them.

These pictures celebrating her new Porsche Panamera were destined to cause a stir.