Chapter 38: Call Me Grandpa

Sometimes life just throws you curveballs.

Wu Zhiming wasn't exactly the type to flaunt his wealth by driving around two luxury cars to a Porsche dealership. But as fate would have it, when he tried to leave the dealership, he found the exit blocked by a barrier. Since his car was brand new and didn't have plates yet, he had to show the guard a receipt from the Bentley dealership to get out. So, he rolled down his window, just as Wang Gongzi and some of the Porsche sales staff were walking out of the showroom.

Their eyes met. 

At that very moment, both their phones rang.

It was like destiny had a weird sense of humor.

Wu Zhiming answered his phone to hear from his subordinate. Wang Gongzi picked up to hear from his friend, whom he'd asked to look up the license plate.

Both of them listened intently.

"Wu Zhiming, huh? That's a big name in Haixia City! He's the new boss of Wu Group. Just bought it for ten billion when no one else wanted it. And now, thanks to the school district property boom, he's turned it around. The guy's a legend!" Wang Gongzi's friend exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Wu Zhiming heard from his end, "Boss, that license plate belongs to a different car. It's registered to a guy named Li Baolu, but I found the same plate on a Porsche 911, and it's been flagged for several violations."

"A fake plate," Wu Zhiming chuckled. "Got it. Call the cops and let them know there's a phony plate on a Porsche 911 at the Porsche dealership on Lujiang North Road."

"Will do!"

Wu Zhiming hung up. So did Wang Gongzi.

With the stars aligning like this, Wu Zhiming decided he could spare a few minutes to teach this spoiled brat a lesson.

He stepped out of his car.

Wang Gongzi looked terrified as he recognized Wu Zhiming.

The recent buzz about Wu Zhiming in Haixia City had been intense. Even if the rumor mill painted him as just a puppet, he was a puppet basking in newfound glory. 

Wang Gongzi, on the other hand, was just a small fry—a rich kid with a father worth a couple of hundred million. Next to Wu Zhiming, he felt like dust.

The Porsche dealership staff might not have known Wu Zhiming's status, but they recognized the two new Bentley Continental GTs parked nearby. Seeing the couple step out of them made them realize they had let golden customers slip through their fingers.

Buying two Bentleys? That's not just rich; that's a different league altogether.

Especially since they were ready to drive off right away. No waiting around. That kind of service isn't just about money—it's about clout.

Zhuo Zhiyong, the sales rep, looked particularly pale. He had been the one dealing with them earlier. If he'd been a bit more attentive, maybe… just maybe, he could've sold them the most expensive 918 in the showroom. The commission on that? Easily six figures. 

He felt a deep pang of regret.

"What… what are you gonna do?" Wang Gongzi stammered, backing away as Wu Zhiming approached.

"Your car's got fake plates. I already called the cops. They'll be here in a few minutes," Wu Zhiming said calmly.

"You… you're a bastard!" Wang Gongzi yelled, scrambling to get into his car.

### Chapter 38: Call Me Grandpa

"Drive away now, and you gotta call me grandpa," Wu Zhiming said.

Wang Gongzi froze.

He remembered the bet he made with Wu Zhiming.

Wu Zhiming looked at Wang Gongzi with a smirk. "So, are you gonna call me grandpa, or wait for the cops to tow your car?"

Wang Gongzi turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to play dirty. Kids his age often did.

He jumped into his Porsche 911, revved the engine, and shot forward. The roar of the engine echoed around them, but he came to a sudden stop. 

Right in front of him were two Bentleys parked at the exit gate.

Sweat soaked Wang Gongzi's face as he stared at the Bentleys. He considered ramming through them, but the cost and size of the Bentleys made him think twice. His little 911 wouldn't stand a chance, and he couldn't afford the damage.

He was stuck.

Wu Zhiming walked over to his window and tapped on it, signaling him to roll it down.

Wang Gongzi, gripping the steering wheel with trembling hands, couldn't even look at him.

"The cops should be here any minute," Wu Zhiming said.

Wang Gongzi's hands shook as he lowered the window.

"Uncle Wu, I'm sorry. Please, just let me go," Wang Gongzi pleaded, his voice shaking.

"First, minors shouldn't drive. Second, youth is no excuse for arrogance. Third, never underestimate anyone driving an Elantra," Wu Zhiming said sternly.

"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong!" Wang Gongzi nodded quickly.

"Call me grandpa," Wu Zhiming demanded.

"I…" Wang Gongzi looked utterly reluctant.

Smack!

Wu Zhiming slapped him across the face.

"You can't just hit me!" Wang Gongzi shouted, shocked.

Smack!

Another slap.

"Grandpa has every right to discipline his grandson, doesn't he?" Wu Zhiming replied.

Two slaps in, and Wang Gongzi was seeing stars. He had thought Wu Zhiming would forgive him after that lecture. Instead, Wu Zhiming not only lectured him but also slapped him.

After all, he was still a kid!

"Grandpa…" Wang Gongzi finally muttered.

Smack!

Another slap from Wu Zhiming.

"I called you! Why are you still hitting me?" Wang Gongzi yelled in anger.

"I don't have an ungrateful grandson like you. You deserve it," Wu Zhiming said.

Wang Gongzi broke down, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Zhiming chuckled and slapped him one more time.

"Stop hitting me!" Wang Gongzi cried out.

"That was for slapping my car earlier. Alright, we're done here!" Wu Zhiming clapped his hands and walked back to his car.

The guard quickly lifted the barrier.

### Chapter 38: Call Me Grandpa

As Wu Zhiming and Yao Jing drove away, they left behind a dejected Wang Gongzi.

Wiping his tears, Wang Gongzi tried to start his car and leave, but just then, a police car arrived.

Bursting into loud sobs, Wang Gongzi felt utterly unlucky. Meanwhile, the salespeople at the Porsche dealership were equally distressed. If even Wang Gongzi had to call that guy grandpa, just how powerful could that Elantra driver be?

"This is what happens when you judge people by appearances," the manager said, walking over with a stern face. "Everyone will have their performance bonuses docked this month, and you all need to write a report of self-criticism for me!"

The salespeople were now truly disheartened.

Two brand-new, unplated Bentley Continentals cruised towards the city center, eventually rolling into the underground parking of the Wu Group. Wu Zhiming and Yao Jing stepped out of their cars.

"How was the drive? Getting used to it?" Wu Zhiming asked.

"Yeah," Yao Jing nodded, "But you really shouldn't have engaged with that kid earlier."

"Kids these days. If you don't put them in their place, they'll never understand how tough the real world is," Wu Zhiming replied.

"I really don't like it when you hit people," Yao Jing said.

"Then I'll make sure to do it when you're not around next time," Wu Zhiming responded.

Yao Jing sighed. In just a few days, Wu Zhiming had transformed into someone completely different. She didn't know what to say.

"I'm off to meet some business partners," she said, turning to leave.

Wu Zhiming smiled. He had suppressed his true self for over twenty years, and now he was just letting his real nature show. He wasn't going to change himself for anyone, not even for Yao Jing.

Time flew by, and the next afternoon, just before the end of the workday, Yao Jing called her friend Song Siqing to meet for dinner.

At 6:30 PM, the two of them met up at a Haidilao hotpot restaurant in Haixia City.

"I heard that tomorrow is the day Wu Zhiming takes over as the head of the Wu family!" Song Siqing whispered.

"Yeah," Yao Jing nodded.

"Wow, that means you're really going to be the lady of the Wu family! You're amazing! First Lady of the main branch!" Song Siqing marveled.

"Let's not talk about that. How's the new company doing?" Yao Jing asked, changing the subject.

"Everything's great!" Song Siqing replied proudly. "You can trust me. There won't be any issues at all!"

"From now on, every batch of goods from Tianjiao Group will pass through your company. You must ensure everything goes smoothly!" Yao Jing said.

"Got it. But hey, you seem a bit off today. What's going on?" Song Siqing asked, noticing Yao Jing's demeanor.

"What do you mean?" Yao Jing asked.

"I can't put my finger on it, but I've known you for twenty years. I can tell something's wrong just by looking at you. Did you and Wu Zhiming have a fight? He's probably become a lot more temperamental now that he's suddenly rich, right? Did he hit you?" Song Siqing asked anxiously.

"No, it's not that. It's just… I've realized that the Zhiming of today is completely different from before. He doesn't compromise anymore, and he doesn't try to change. He's very happy with who he is now," Yao Jing said.

"Every nouveau riche behaves that way!" Song Siqing said dismissively.

"It took me four years to get used to how he was before. Now, I have to adjust to this new version of him. It's really hard," Yao Jing confessed.

"If you can't adapt, then don't. Just leave him. The world is vast, and if you divorce him, all the men in Haixia City will be setting off fireworks in celebration! So will I!" Song Siqing said enthusiastically.

"I won't get divorced unless he's unfaithful to our marriage," Yao Jing replied firmly.

"He cheated yesterday, didn't he? I saw it with my own eyes!" Song Siqing countered.

"That was his sister," Yao Jing clarified.

"Pfft, I've been dealing with fake nice girls since middle school. I have a sixth sense about these things. That so-called sister is definitely more than just a sister!" Song Siqing said with conviction.

"Really?" Yao Jing fell into a thoughtful silence.

"Any 'sister' without blood ties is just a backup lover! Similarly, any 'brother' without blood ties is also just a backup!" Song Siqing declared.

Yao Jing frowned slightly but said nothing.

Seeing this, Song Siqing felt a surge of glee.