Chapter 12: My Wife is a Rich Woman

Although Yang Chen had known for a while that Lin Ruoxi was incredibly wealthy, he never imagined that her garage would be spread over two levels, housing no fewer than ten luxury cars. The collection included a Mercedes AMG SL series, an Audi R8, a Maserati Quattroporte, and even a Lamborghini Aventador and a Ferrari Enzo.

However, Yang Chen had no intention of driving one of those supercars. These kinds of cars, with a lifespan of maybe a few tens of thousands of kilometers, were not just impractical for daily use but also too conspicuous. Besides, unless he was racing, there was no real way to appreciate their speed.

"These cars are hardly used by Miss Lin. They're mostly gifts from business associates, and she rarely drives them. If you like any of them, just take it," Aunt Wang said with a cheerful smile.

Yang Chen had always been curious about what his beautiful wife did for a living, but he was too embarrassed to ask Aunt Wang. After all, if he didn't even know that, their marriage would seem rather odd. He decided he would ask Lin Ruoxi herself when he got the chance.

After walking around the garage, Yang Chen finally spotted a car that seemed relatively normal—a cream-colored BMW M3. This car was considered the pinnacle of city sports cars, with a top speed of an impressive 300 kilometers per hour. Yet, in Lin Ruoxi's garage, the M3 was the least eye-catching car.

"I'll take this one," Yang Chen said, pointing at the M3.

Aunt Wang was puzzled. "Sir, why not choose a better one? This seems to be the cheapest car here."

Yang Chen laughed and explained, "This will do. It's better not to attract too much attention. There's no need to flaunt wealth; it's better to stay low-key."

"No wonder Miss Lin took a liking to you. It's rare to find someone with your temperament. Nowadays, young people are all about showing off their wealth, but you think about keeping a low profile," Aunt Wang said, nodding approvingly. She then fetched the BMW keys from a corner of the garage and handed them to Yang Chen.

After getting into the car with ease, the automatic garage door rolled up high. Waving goodbye to Aunt Wang, Yang Chen drove out of the garage like an arrow released from a bow.

Aunt Wang watched silently as Yang Chen drove away, sighing softly and murmuring to herself, "I just don't understand young people these days..."

Having not driven much in the past six months, Yang Chen felt his driving skills hadn't deteriorated. The M3's excellent performance was fully displayed on Zhonghai City's roads, weaving through traffic with precision and maintaining a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour—remarkably fast for city driving. Occasionally, a few traffic cops noticed Yang Chen's serious speeding, but he had already zoomed past before they could react.

In less than half an hour, Yang Chen was back at the apartment building he rented. As he walked upstairs, he was surprised to find his apartment door open. His first reaction was that someone had broken in. However, upon entering, he found a familiar face: Li Jingjing!

Li Jingjing was dressed in an embroidered white blouse and a cool, green chiffon skirt. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, with a few strands dancing in the breeze flowing in from the window, giving her a fresh and ethereal appearance.

At that moment, the girl was diligently mopping the floor. Although Yang Chen's apartment was sparsely furnished, it had accumulated quite a bit of dust.

Seeing Yang Chen return, Li Jingjing's face lit up with joy. Her cheeks, flushed from her efforts, made her look like a summer sprite. "You're back, Brother Yang!" she exclaimed.

A warm feeling spread through Yang Chen's heart. Two months ago, when Li Jingjing hadn't gone for her internship, she often cleaned his apartment. Now that she had a job, she still came back during lunchtime to tidy up. Yang Chen felt a mixture of guilt and compassion for the girl. He approached her and gently touched her soft ponytail. "Jingjing, don't come to clean anymore. I'm moving out."

"Moving out?" Li Jingjing was taken aback. "Are you leaving Zhonghai, Brother Yang?" she asked anxiously.

After a moment of consideration, Yang Chen decided to be honest. "No, I'm not leaving Zhonghai, but I'm getting married, and I'll be living with my wife. However, I'll still be around Zhonghai."

Li Jingjing's face turned pale, and a few tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. Her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.

After a long silence, Li Jingjing finally looked up, her eyes red, and forced a smile. "Congratulations, Brother Yang. Your wife... she must be very beautiful..."

Yang Chen felt a pang of guilt, but he knew this conversation was inevitable. He had to be firm. Hearing Li Jingjing's question, the image of Lin Ruoxi's captivating face flashed through his mind, and he nodded involuntarily.

A glimmer of despair flickered in Li Jingjing's eyes, but she seemed to regain composure. She forced a bitter smile and said, "Brother Yang, you're really bad. You didn't even tell us about such a big thing. But... I still want to wish you both happiness. I... I'll leave now..."

Seeing Li Jingjing's figure, like a startled rabbit, descending the stairs, Yang Chen felt a pang of discomfort. He quickly added, "Jingjing, I'll come to visit you at Zhonghai No.1 High School sometime soon. Keep up the good work."

Li Jingjing paused for a moment, softly acknowledging his words, before swiftly running downstairs.

After waiting for Li Jingjing to leave for quite some time, Yang Chen took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a few deep drags. The worries in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of determination.

Yang Chen was confident in his memory. He was sure he had locked the door before leaving. Therefore, the only way Li Jingjing could have entered was if someone had forcibly broken the door open. But who would have a reason to enter his home without his permission? Yang Chen considered two possibilities: first, it could be some secretive government agency investigating him, but that seemed illogical because if they wanted to act against him, they would have done so directly. The second possibility was Chen Feng, whose conflict with him had escalated recently. If Chen Feng found out that the police couldn't touch him, he might have tried another approach.

"Out of sight, out of mind..." Yang Chen muttered expressionlessly to himself, then flicked the cigarette butt away and began to organize his belongings.

Yang Chen tidied up the large boxes in the room, stuffing some clothes and trousers into an old bag. Then, he headed to the bathroom. With a forceful punch, he made a hole in the whitewashed wall. From within the hole, he retrieved a small black wooden box and placed it into the bundle of clothes and trousers.

Once everything was sorted, Yang Chen left the apartment building. He glanced back at the old house he had lived in for over half a year, as if etching the image deep into his mind.

After another swift drive, Yang Chen arrived at the villa in Longjing Garden. After parking the car, he entered the villa via the automatic mini elevator. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a beautiful figure lounging on the sofa in the living room, engrossed in the new Korean drama playing on the huge TV screen.

With her high ponytail and fair, delicate neck, even her silhouette was enchanting. Who else could it be but his newlywed wife, Lin Ruoxi?

Lin Ruoxi was completely absorbed in the romantic scenes of the Korean drama, oblivious to Yang Chen's arrival.

Yang Chen couldn't help but smile playfully. He hadn't expected his cold and aloof wife to enjoy watching romantic Korean dramas. Feeling relieved and amused, he approached and suddenly wrapped his arms around Lin Ruoxi's fragrant shoulders. "Good girl, let hubby give you a kiss!" he teased.