Chapter 430: Chapter 211: Ferrari SF90
"Anan, time to get up."
After being woken up, Anan rubbed her drowsy eyes, opened the door, and yawned cutely.
"Good morning, Mommy!"
"Good morning."
Lin Ping gently ruffled Ananâs hair with a warm smile, her eyes filled with endless affection.
After breakfast, she drove the BYD Han EV that Lin Shen had gifted her to take Anan to school, then headed to the flagship store for work.
"Good morning, Store Manager!"
When the staff saw Lin Ping enter the store, they all bowed to her. She, in turn, smiled and acknowledged each of them.
"Good morning, everyone."
Lin Ping was starting to enjoy the sense of superiority that came with her high social status. It felt as if she had instantly leaped across classes, from the very bottom to the middle class.
But she was well aware that she had Lin Shen to thank for all of it.
Without Lin Shen, she and Anan would probably still be working odd jobs and living in a rundown little apartment.
How could she ever have imagined a scene like today, where she was so respected?
A warm feeling surged through Lin Ping, and she began to look forward to her date with Lin Shen that evening.
She resolved to properly repay the kindness of her benefactor!
Just then, however, an unwelcome WeChat message arrived from the person Lin Ping despised most.
[Shen Mingchuan: Ping, today is our wedding anniversary. Iâve booked a table at Nebula Restaurantâitâs where we had our first date. I hope youâll come so we can rekindle our old flame. Can you?]
The moment she saw the message, Lin Ping scoffed in disdain. Then, with a flicker in her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled into a slight smile.
[Lin Ping: Okay. I get off work around six. After picking up Anan and getting her home, Iâll probably be busy until about eight.]
[Shen Mingchuan: You said yes? Thatâs wonderful, Ping! Then Iâll see you at 8:30 tonight. Donât be late!]
âDonât be late?â
Heh!
Lin Ping sneered. The flames of vengeance burned brightly within her.
âShen Mingchuan, I hope you can accept the gift Iâll be giving you tonight. After all, itâs only right to return a favor.â
âFrom now on, there will be nothing left between us!â
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After parting ways with Qin Yuenan at the entrance of Jiayu Pavilion, Lin Shen drove home. He went upstairs and started handling some work, all while eagerly waiting for a phone call.
Before long, the property management office called.
"Mr. Lin, thereâs a truck here that wants to enter the complex. The license plate is Hu A*****. They say theyâre making a delivery for you."
"Yes, thatâs right. Let them in."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Lin Shen immediately went downstairs and waited at the entrance to his building.
A short while later, a small truck carrying a shipping container slowly drove up.
After it pulled over to the side of the road, the person who got out of the passenger seat was, surprisingly, Lorenzo Rossiâthe general agent for Ferrari in the East China Region.
"Hello, Mr. Lin. We meet again."
Lorenzo greeted Lin Shen enthusiastically, then waved to his staff, signaling that they could begin unloading.
Two ramps were extended from the back of the container to the ground, and a Ferrari SF90 in Rosso Taormina was slowly lowered.
Under the sunlight, the highly saturated paint revealed a deep, metallic texture, which contrasted with the matte carbon fiber components to create an even more dynamic visual impact.
The low, wedge-shaped body made the entire car look sleeker and more fluid, while the retractable hardtop design accentuated its sports car aesthetics.
The moment he laid eyes on the real car, Lin Shenâs heart began to beat uncontrollably faster, and his steady breathing gradually grew heavy.
He had expected to be calm, but he had underestimated the emotional value a sports car holds for a man.
After all, Lin Shen had only ever seen pictures of it online, so it never felt real.
Now, seeing it in person, Lin Shen finally understood why so many men were so passionate about racing on a track.
âItâs just too cool!â
The Spider version, in particular, was even more visually striking than the standard SF90!
âWhen youâre young, youâve got to go with a convertible!â
"Mr. Lin, this is the Ferrari SF90 Spider you purchased."
After the truck drove away, Lorenzo extended an invitation.
"Why donât you get in and experience it for yourself? I can walk you through it. Iâm confident its interior and handling will provide you with an even more premium experience."
"Okay."
Lin Shen was already dying to take it for a test drive.
He walked over, pulled the door open with his own hands, and sat in the driverâs seat. He found that for someone over 1.8 meters tall like him, the driverâs side was indeed a bit small.
But itâs a sports car, so thatâs to be expected.
Besides, the luxuriousness of the interior was enough to overshadow its shortcomings.
The wrap-around carbon fiber cockpit, two-tone Nappa leather seats, 16-inch curved all-digital instrument cluster, Bowers & Wilkins Diamond surround sound system...
Of course, none of that was the main point. The main point was its handling and power.
It had a V8 twin-turbo engine, and the roar from just one press of the pedal was enough to stir the soul.
VROOOMâ!
Lin Shen revved the engine in neutral. Hearing its roar, he felt his blood boil with excitement. He wished he could just drive it straight to a racetrack and do a few laps.
After all, you couldnât unleash the true power of a V8 on city streets.
But this was good enough.
Lin Shen drove Lorenzo around the neighborhood, listening as he explained the various features of the Ferrari SF90âs infotainment system.
It drew a lot of attention along the way. Even in a city like Modu, which was packed with luxury cars, the number of heads it turned was off the charts.
After all, a sports car worth over six million was not a common sight on the streets.
Facing the numerous envious and amazed stares, Lin Shen savored the vanity that came with this high status. He finally understood why so many people loved to show off by driving sports cars.
âThis really makes you look good!â
âIsnât this what living is all about!â
VROOOMâ!
After cruising around for over half an hour and soaking up enough attention from passersby, Lin Shen reluctantly drove his beloved car back home.
"Mr. Lin, congratulations on becoming one of our valued Ferrari owners."
Before leaving, Lorenzo presented Lin Shen with various gifts and flowers, leaving him feeling pleasantly surprised and flattered.
âHaving the general agent for Ferrari in the East China Region personally deliver well-wishes like a salesman... who else gets this kind of treatment?â
"Thank you."
Lin Shen accepted the gifts, gave Lorenzo a warm hug, and made a promise.
"Iâll be back to buy another Ferrari in a while."
"Thank you for your support of Ferrari, Mr. Lin."
Overjoyed, Lorenzo waved goodbye to Lin Shen.
After watching the truckâs taillights disappear around a corner between the buildings, Lin Shen let out a long sigh of relief.
As the world fell silent, he could finally admire the "new bride" he had spent over six million to bring home.
Lin Shen ran his hand over the metallic paint of the Ferrari SF90, fondly wiping away the light layer of dust on its surface.
Then, he took more than a dozen photos of his beloved car, selected the best few, and posted them to his WeChat Moments for the first time in a long while, adding a caption.
"Only those who can endure the loneliness of obscurity are worthy of poetry and the distant horizon."
This was a Ferrari slogan, but it was also a true reflection of Lin Shenâs own feelings.
Two months ago, he wouldnât have dared to even dream of owning a Ferrari.
Now that his childhood dream had finally come true, Lin Shen felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
Although he hadnât gone through any major hardships, thanks to the systemâs help.
Lin Shen still felt a sense of poignant relief, as if he had "parted the clouds to see the sun."
âMaybe things will be different from now on!â
PINGâ!
Lin Shenâs Moments post had only been up for a few minutes, but he was already flooded with comments and private messages.
The vast majority were from classmates and friends he rarely contacted.
âThe second they see youâve made it big, they all come flocking with questions.â
[Bro! This canât be real, right? Tell me this isnât real! You bought a Ferrari???]
[Holy crap! Lin Shen, where have you been striking it rich these past few years? How did you manage to buy a Ferrari?]
[How much to rent it for a day? An SF90 must be one or two thousand, right?]
"Heh!"
Lin Shen chuckled, but his heart remained untroubled.
Although he understood the principle of not flaunting oneâs wealth, he still found it hard to hide his excitement and pride.
After all, there are only two reasons to buy a sports car.
To take it to the track, and to show off.