Chapter Twenty-Three: No Need, I Don’t Like This Thing

As everyone knows, the more powerful a person's status, the more likely they are to have eccentric hobbies that ordinary people can't comprehend.

For example, the Dragon King apparently enjoys being slapped in the face. The God of War, despite his overwhelming authority, likes to come home just to be scolded. Young heirs from the world’s top families seem to revel in becoming live-in sons-in-law, fetching foot-washing water for others. Invariably, all of these are acts of sycophancy.

This young man’s infatuation with a gold-digger reminded Bai Qingming of those rich second-generation heirs in novels, the ones who come from elite families yet behave exactly the same. So Bai Qingming was left puzzled—was being a doormat some kind of rite of passage for these people? Did they enjoy debasing themselves?

“You…” The young man began to bristle. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Are you done pretending yet?” Bai Qingming retorted, equally bewildered. Who exactly was this clown trying to impress? Did he really think he was some kind of trust-fund kid? Moments ago, Bai Qingming had almost felt sorry for him, but now he seemed not just pitiable, but genuinely idiotic. Bai Qingming couldn’t be bothered to argue further; since he had already lent a hand, he decided to see it through and promptly kicked the young man out of the car.

At that moment, a taxi pulled up. Out stepped the gold-digger herself, who had finally caught up after a long chase. By chance, she arrived just in time to witness the young man being thrown out of the car.

In that instant, everything became clear to her.

Just as Bai Qingming was about to tell Daimei to drive off, a voice called out.

“Hey, handsome, wait a moment.”

The gold-digger approached.

“What do you want?” Bai Qingming asked, barely hiding his impatience.

“Is this your car?” she asked.

“It is,” Bai Qingming replied, making no effort to keep the charade going for the young man’s sake. It was obvious the guy still wanted to curry the gold-digger’s favor. Rather than let him deceive himself, it was better to let him see the woman’s true colors.

Upon hearing the answer she wanted, the gold-digger leaned against the car window, feigning bashfulness as she spoke:

“Handsome, I heard the air conditioning in supercars isn’t great, and it gets so hot inside that people want to take their clothes off. Is that true?”

As she spoke, she made a point of pressing her chest forward.

As a well—cough, cough—seasoned driver, Bai Qingming instantly understood her meaning. Air conditioning issues? On a car worth tens of millions? Of course the AC worked fine. It was obvious what she was after—she wanted him to take her for a spin, in more ways than one.

Throughout all this, Daimei, sitting in the driver’s seat, was livestreaming the entire scene. The viewers saw everything unfold with perfect clarity.

“Shameless, this gold-digger is trying to seduce the Godfather of Singles!”

“And right in front of you—old lady, can you stand for that?”

“But to be fair, she is really fair-skinned!”

“+1!”

The comments started up again. Daimei found herself fuming, though she couldn’t quite say why.

Everyone watching, including Daimei, expected Bai Qingming to brush off the gold-digger just as he had all those girls who invited him home to “see their cats do backflips.” But to everyone’s surprise, Bai Qingming nodded, a mischievous smile curving his lips.

“I like girls who ask questions when they don’t understand. Get in. I’ll show you firsthand,” he said, deadpan, inviting her into the car.

“What about her…?” the gold-digger asked, pointing at Daimei in the driver’s seat.

“She’s my driver. I can’t drive, remember?” Bai Qingming replied offhandedly.

The gold-digger didn’t watch livestreams, so she didn’t recognize Daimei. In her mind, it was perfectly normal for a wealthy, attractive man like Bai Qingming to have a beautiful woman as his driver; for all she knew, there might be something going on between them, too. Maybe inviting her into the car was meant to spice things up—she might even get to join a “double fly.”

The idea delighted her, and she eagerly climbed into the backseat.

Instantly, the chat exploded.

“No way, no way—is the Godfather of Singles really interested in a woman like her? Don’t forget, the old lady is still right there.”

“Honestly, if she threw herself at me for free… uhh, maybe I’d consider it.”

“Guys, do you think the streamer is about to broadcast, you know, that, live?”

“What’s ‘that’? I don’t get it!”

“I think I get it, guys. The streamer’s doing this on purpose—he wants to take revenge on the gold-digger for the guy’s sake.”

“Hiss! I need to study these revenge tactics carefully. I’ll call my roommate over to watch.”

“Why bother? Just record it and study it later.”

And on and on—the comments devolved into wild speculation, everyone declaring the “car was going too fast to stop.”

Meanwhile, Daimei was on the verge of exploding. “Dog of a man, since when am I your driver?” she thought. Though she’d gained a lot of gifts and new fans from today’s stream, she felt nothing but stifled.

She never imagined Bai Qingming would be this kind of person.

She sat there, sulking, refusing to start the car. Seeing this, Bai Qingming leaned over to her ear and whispered something. Whatever he said, it instantly changed her expression—her anger vanished.

To the gold-digger, this seemed perfectly normal. She assumed Bai Qingming was just discussing their upcoming “double fly” with his beautiful driver.

“Let’s go somewhere private,” Bai Qingming suggested.

Outside, the young man was still standing in a daze, puzzling over why an ultra-luxury sports car would have bad air conditioning. By the time he figured it out, the girl he loved had already climbed into someone else’s car.

At that moment, his heart felt as if it had been slashed to ribbons; his face was ashen. That’s the fate of a sycophant. Even if he managed to stand up for himself once, when she reappeared, he couldn’t help but want to grovel again.

He stared fixedly at the car, eyes bloodshot. Finally, he made a decision and, before they could drive away, walked up and tapped on the window by the gold-digger’s seat.

“What do you want now?” she snapped, rolling down the window with clear impatience.

Under Bai Qingming’s watchful gaze, the young man reached into his pocket and pulled something out, handing it to the gold-digger.

“Remember to have him wear this…”

It was an ultra-thin condom.

For a moment, everyone watching the stream was stunned.

“Damn, is that even possible?”

“I’ve