Give Me a Few Million to Splurge

Yin Shaojie's gaze returned to the driver. "How much money?" he asked.

The driver initially thought that he wouldn't be paid, and he was exhilarated at his words. "480 yuan!" he said excitedly.

"Wasn't it 48 yuan?! You—" Mu Xiaoxiao, irate, wanted to tear into the driver, but she was held back by Yin Shaojie.

"480 yuan? I see you have a death wish," Yin Shaojie smiled pleasantly and remarked. The next second, he launched a sudden kick at the driver, causing him to fall to the ground.

The driver shrieked in pain. Rolling on the floor, he wailed pitifully, "He hit me! Come witness this; he hit me! Help!"

Yin Shaojie looked down at him with a calm and unruffled air. "I only hit you. That's too lame; wanna be killed next?"

He looked at Mu Xiaoxiao deliberately as he said this, as though the entire situation was an exciting game.

The glance at her told Mu Xiaoxiao that he was calling the driver's bluff on purpose. However, she was too tired to join in.

"Hurry up. I want to go home and sleep," she declared languidly.

Hearing Yin Shaojie's sinister tone, the driver was peculiarly overcome with trepidation as his heart thundered in his chest.

Almost immediately, several bar bouncers hurried over.

The driver mistakenly glimpsed a hope of survival until he saw the bouncers head over to Yin Shaojie. Bowing respectfully, they asked, "Young Master Jie, is anything the matter? Can we manage anything for you?"

Still vulnerable on the ground, the driver paled as he realized that he was in deep trouble for believing that he could extort him and earn some extra money.

"M-my apologies, Young Master. I'm alright now—may we drop this matter please? I've already been punished, and I don't need the money anymore; let's call this even?"

Not even giving the driver a look, he ordered the bouncer, "This man tried to extort money from me right outside your bar. Deal with him."

The bar, being the haunt of the wealthy upper-class who had influential backgrounds, regarded dealing with such matters as its duty.

"Rest assured, Young Master Jie, we will deal with him to your satisfaction."

After finishing his sentence, a few men grabbed the driver unceremoniously and hauled him away.

Curious, Mu Xiaoxiao stretched her neck out and witnessed the driver being hauled into a dark alley. She vaguely registered some agonizing yelps.

"Come on, let's go home." Yin Shaojie embraced her, shielding her from watching any further. Witnessing such a thing was unsuitable for the likes of little girls like her.

Driven by the bar's valet, his car arrived.

Yin Shaojie pulled and squeezed her into the car and got in the driver's seat himself. Engine rumbling with several 'vrooms,' the streamlined sports car exited the bar district in a whirlwind.

Mu Xiaoxiao caressed the interior of the car everywhere. Tutting, she said, "This car must be really expensive, huh? You're such a spendthrift."

Although she wasn't familiar with cars, she had seen her fair share of car-buying enthusiasts in America. Such a car was easily worth a few million.

Yin Shaojie smirked and said, "It's not expensive—it's only a few million."

Mu Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. "You call that not expensive? Then give me a few million to splurge."

She proffered her palm in front of him as she said this.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he used the free one and clapped her outstretched palm with it. "Why should I give you any? Your dad's loaded too; ask him if you want money."

That stingy jerk!

Shooting a glance at him, she proceeded to ignore him.

Shortly afterward, they arrived at the luxurious condominium he was living at.

Yin Shaojie drove and parked the car in the garage. He then noticed that the girl was terribly groggy, her head tilted to one side as though she had already fallen asleep.