Chapter 141: Luxury Cars Are Not Always Truly Practical

Giving a warning glance to the two wealthy heirs to deter them from spilling the details to Yang Changfeng, Princess Ye walked over and smiled. "Know Chen Aijia, the woman hailed alongside you as the twin beauties of Jiangzhou? That's his wife."

The word "wife," spoken by Princess Ye herself, gave her a strange, exhilarating thrill.

Ordinarily, she would only use formal titles like "your esteemed spouse" or "madam," or at the very least, polite, literary phrases like "so-and-so's family member." She had never used a common, colloquial term like "wife" before. Uttering it now felt suddenly awkward, yet oddly invigorating.

Jiang Chengyang was slightly restrained. Of course the Jiang and Ye families interacted; Princess Ye was older than him, and since childhood, he had remembered her as a formidable figure who exerted immense pressure—a pressure that persisted to this day.

Especially since Princess Ye was well aware of his family's affairs, what would happen if things were exposed?

Still, this punk was the guy who actually married Chen Aijia?

Chen Aijia and Jiang Muyang were jointly hailed as the greatest beauties of Jiangzhou. As Jiang Muyang's younger brother, Jiang Chengyang had initially been extremely unconvinced.

The brat had once sneaked a look at Chen Aijia out of curiosity, and afterwards, he was fully convinced.

She wasn't lacking in the slightest. Not only was she gorgeous, but her competence was also no less than Jiang Muyang's. She managed a massive corporation just as well and turned a profit. In terms of status, a gap certainly existed—even if Jiang Muyang wasn't the head of the Energy Group, simply holding the status of the Jiang family's cherished pearl placed her above Chen Aijia.

Moreover, commanding the entire energy sector of Jiangzhou was something ordinary entrepreneurs couldn't possibly match. That was a state-owned enterprise, wielding a vital lifeline connected to everyone. Aside from a handful of colossal private corporate giants, no individual or collective group could outweigh that behemoth.

Cowering slightly, Jiang Chengyang greeted Princess Ye and offered an awkward, ingratiating smile. "Sister Ye is here too."

Princess Ye introduced him to the auto show's owner. "This is the young master of the Jiang family, used to acting lawlessly and doing as he pleases. Don't hold it against him; the fact that he hasn't wrecked the auto show is already a blessing."

The owner was well-informed and knew who could not be offended in Jiangzhou. The Jiang family was chief among them, and arguably the only truly vital one.

Cross anyone, but never cross the military; otherwise, the consequences could easily be imagined.

Princess Ye glanced at Yang Changfeng, then back at Jiang Chengyang, and smiled. "Little Yang is a martial arts expert, and Jiang Chengyang has also practiced for over a decade. If you two spar, I'll definitely have to feast my eyes." With that, she asked Jiang Chengyang with a meaningful look, "Little Mu will be going too, right?"

That was an absolute must, otherwise, how could a martial arts tournament be turned into a matchmaking event?

Jiang Chengyang's heart settled. Since Princess Ye intended to watch the fun, there was no problem. This punk's train of thought differed from ordinary people. If an average person heard the guy already had a wife, they certainly wouldn't introduce him to a girl from their own family. Yet Jiang Chengyang's reasoning process was delightfully bizarre.

He firmly believed that whoever caught Chen Aijia's eye must possess extraordinary qualities. Since she was ranked alongside Jiang Muyang as the twin beauties of Jiangzhou, let her serve as the initial inspector. Once someone passed her inspection and was then introduced to Jiang Muyang, the insurance factor would skyrocket.

Just like that, Jiang Chengyang mentally approved of Yang Changfeng first. He figured that since the guy could clear the first "inspection," he wouldn't even need to waste effort digging into the punk's background.

In a hazy, bewildering fashion, these individuals who should never have intersected were drawn together by the whims of fate.

Jiang Chengyang immediately broke into a grinning invitation. "Then Sister Ye must definitely come to oversee the vetting! Alright, I'm off to class now. We'll be in touch if anything comes up."

Before running off, he reminded Yang Changfeng, "I'm coming over to your company to hang out tomorrow! Don't you dare pretend you don't know me when I get there!"

Or else, he'd tear your company apart!

Yang Changfeng spread his hands in helplessness. What was happening? He hadn't even agreed, yet the matter was already settled just like that?

He had to blame Princess Ye. Why did she have to add fuel to the fire in a situation like this? That kid undoubtedly had other conditions in mind, yet she locked the matter down before he could even voice them. What on earth was he supposed to do if the kid dug up more trouble later on?

Princess Ye found it immensely amusing. You've already waded into the thorniest mess possible—what worse trouble could you possibly find? Getting the chance to meet Jiang Muyang—a peerless beauty entirely different in style from Chen Aijia—aren't you even a little happy?

She hadn't anticipated that she originally only meant to watch the spectacle, only to end up right in the thick of it herself. Of course, she couldn't have foreseen that just yet.

"Alright, you two still have work to do, so I won't disturb you any longer. Have someone guide us to take a look at that specific car. If it's not exceptionally good and doesn't warrant purchasing, we'll just let someone else take it, or I can wait for the next batch of superior ones." Princess Ye had spoken with the auto show owner earlier and sensed a trace of hesitation in his tone, as if some other wealthy boss desperately wanted the vehicle as well. However, if Princess Ye decided to drive it away, the owner would rather offend that boss than have Princess Ye let the car go.

Fortunately, Princess Ye was quite reasonable today—the main reason being her mind was entirely preoccupied with watching Yang Changfeng's impending drama, leaving her with little genuine enthusiasm for the hyped-up luxury car.

The owner was profuse with gratitude, not even daring to cast a pleading look at Yang Changfeng for help. He could tell that this seemingly unassuming man enjoyed Princess Ye's deep trust; at the very least, she trusted his judgment entirely when it came to purchasing a vehicle.

Walking over to inspect it, the car was indeed magnificent, though Yang Changfeng was far from thoroughly impressed.

Noticing his disdainful attitude, Princess Ye recalled his sweeping exploits across the Middle East during that period, where he had dealt with the finest automobiles the world had to offer. In fact, a crown prince still kept two limited-edition sports cars—with a global production run of under thirty—reserved in his garage for Yang Changfeng. This fellow was by no means short of appreciation or wealth.

Thus, Princess Ye asked him, "Do you find something lacking with it?"

Yang Changfeng replied, "The car is fine in its own right, but if you're trying to cultivate a genuine driving hobby, there's no point in buying this. This vehicle is meant to sit in a garage for reporters to photograph and friends to fawn over. Once you take it to a proper track, it can't even compare to a mid-trim off-road vehicle; it can't handle desert terrain, and on long-distance courses, it won't get far even on asphalt. I suggest passing on it. Cars from this manufacturer are essentially luxury lifestyle ornaments—either left on display or driven once or twice before being parked in a warehouse as memorabilia. Their practical utility isn't nearly as high as the advertising claims."

Princess Ye immediately decided against it. "Then we'll wait for the next batch of upgraded versions. Let someone who actually needs it take this one."

The owner didn't dare abandon them and continued accompanying the group; his most critical task was currying favor with top-tier figures.

"This gentleman hits the nail right on the head. This batch of cars is precisely that kind of novelty. When it comes to true driving pleasure, they really can't hold a candle to the older models. That boss over there is getting married to a pop diva and wants to buy one of these to gift her. Compared to such laymen, this Mr. Yang is the genuine connoisseur!" The owner flattered him, inwardly letting out a complete sigh of relief.