Chapter 560 - 270: Socializing
Chapter 560: Chapter 270: Socializing
"That’s not necessary."
Lin Shen gently pushed Zheng Yanfei’s phone back to her and chuckled.
"I trust you."
"Thank you for trusting me so much, Lin Shen~"
Zheng Yanfei hugged Lin Shen’s arm tightly, stood on her tiptoes again, and gave him a peck on the cheek. It seemed she really enjoyed these intimate moments with him.
The two of them then arrived at the check-in area.
A red carpet, stretching for over ten meters, was laid out on the lawn. At its end stood a massive commemorative signing board.
On it was the Ferrari Club’s logo and the theme of this car meet:
Prancing Horse, Chasing Light: A Modu High-Speed Symphony — Hosted by the Modu Ferrari Club.
’This formal?’
This check-in process, reminiscent of a celebrity walking the red carpet, surprised Lin Shen a little. Zheng Yanfei, on the other hand, covered her mouth with one hand, her face a mask of shock.
She had never imagined that she, an ordinary university student, would one day get to attend such a top-tier luxury gathering.
This was something Zheng Yanfei had never even dared to dream of!
Zheng Yanfei’s heart pounded with excitement. She clung to Lin Shen’s arm, both thrilled and a little nervous.
"Lin Shen, I’ve never walked a red carpet before! What if I embarrass myself?"
"Just act like you normally would."
Lin Shen smiled and led Zheng Yanfei onto the red carpet. He acted as if it were nothing, a faint, characteristic smile on his face.
Zheng Yanfei, however, was a bit nervous, and her steps were even a little unsteady.
After all, there were photographers shouldering cameras nearby, apparently wanting to commemorate the event.
Seeing this, Zheng Yanfei didn’t want to embarrass Lin Shen. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and smiled for the cameras, even giving a cute little wave.
"Mr. Lin, welcome. We’re glad you and your companion could join us for this car meet."
The host standing by the signing board handed a marker to both Lin Shen and Zheng Yanfei, offering a polite smile.
"Please, sign your names."
"Alright."
Lin Shen took the marker and expertly signed his name on the board with his stylized signature.
As the CEO of Shennan, a sloppy signature would damage the company’s image.
Therefore, Lin Shen had specifically found a teacher on Douyin to design a signature for his name, and he had practiced it many times in private.
The overall signature looked flamboyant and confident.
Zheng Yanfei’s handwriting, however, was rather childish. It was neat and tidy, like a primary school student learning to write, and looked completely out of place among the surrounding flamboyant, cursive-like signatures.
’So embarrassing!’
Only after signing did Zheng Yanfei realize the difference between her signature and everyone else’s. She immediately hung her head, looking a bit dejected.
"I feel like such a kid."
"It’s fine."
Lin Shen, completely unfazed by such superficial displays, took the initiative to put his arm around Zheng Yanfei’s waist and let the photographer take a commemorative photo.
Being held by Lin Shen in public made Zheng Yanfei nervous, but at the same time, she felt incredibly happy. She leaned into his embrace, a sweet and beautiful smile on her face.
After they finished signing, an attendant approached Lin Shen carrying a full set of commemorative gifts.
It included a custom Ferrari red velvet gift box containing a carbon fiber keychain, an embroidered owner’s badge, and an exclusive event commemorative coin—all in all, it was quite luxurious.
"I’ll hold it for you."
Zheng Yanfei proactively took the gift box and held it in her arms, her curious gaze frequently scanning over it, clearly very interested.
Seeing this, Lin Shen smiled and pinched her cheek.
"It’s a hassle to carry. Go put it in the car. I’ll wait for you here."
"Okay."
After Zheng Yanfei placed the gift box in the trunk of the Ferrari SF90, Lin Shen led her to the main event area behind the signing board.
Two rows of wooden tables were set up on the lawn, laden with all sorts of drinks, snacks, and desserts.
There were even art stations for sand painting and clay sculpting. Combined with the sparkling lake and lush green lawn, one could say the artistic atmosphere was dialed up to the max.
In the very center were a dozen or so folding stools arranged in a circle, like for an outdoor picnic, where people sat and chatted.
By now, many of the car meet attendees had already gathered in small groups of two and three, chatting and trying to network.
Among them was an acquaintance of Lin Shen’s—
Mr. Matteo Lombardi, the head of the Ferrari Racing Club’s Huaxia division.
Of course, it wasn’t his bearded, foreign face that made him easy to recognize, but the fact that a dozen or so people had surrounded him completely, politely or enthusiastically trying to curry favor. He was hard to miss.
After all, as one of Ferrari’s top executives, many people wanted to get on his good side to expand their own networks.
Of course, the vast majority of them just wanted to say hello and show their faces to become a familiar sight.
After all, asking them to converse in English was, admittedly, a bit difficult.
Matteo Lombardi’s spoken Chinese was mixed with a regional accent, which most people found genuinely hard to understand.
Therefore, most people just offered placating smiles and nods, letting their nearby translators convey their words for them.
This made conversation rather inconvenient for Matteo. Just as he was thinking of an excuse to slip away, he suddenly spotted Lin Shen in the distance.
His expression froze for a second, then his eyes lit up. He pushed through the crowd, walked up to Lin Shen, and gave him an enthusiastic hug.
"Mr. Lin, we meet again! I just knew you’d come to this car meet!"
Huh?
Seeing how enthusiastically Matteo greeted Lin Shen, the others all shot them looks of astonishment, completely shocked.
You have to understand, Matteo was the head of the Ferrari Racing Club in Huaxia!
His position was significant enough to be recognized at Ferrari’s headquarters; you could even say he held a key post.
And yet, he was this enthusiastic toward a young-looking man?
They even seemed like they were friends!
’Just what is his background?’
Everyone started speculating about Lin Shen’s identity, and while still reeling from the shock, they also began to consider how they could get on his good side.
After all, his relationship with Matteo was so good, which meant his personal background had to be incredibly strong!
"It’s great to see you again, Mr. Lombardi."
After hugging Matteo, Lin Shen conversed with him in fluent English, which astonished Zheng Yanfei, who was standing to the side.
’Lin Shen’s English is this good, too?’
’He’s so amazing!’
’He can do everything!’
’He can play the piano, race cars, understand business, and his English is even this good!’
Zheng Yanfei already worshipped Lin Shen, so seeing the confidence with which her man conversed with others deeply satisfied her admiration for the strong!
"Let me introduce you."
Once the greetings with Matteo were more or less over, Lin Shen proactively put his arm around Zheng Yanfei’s waist and introduced them to each other.
"This is my girlfriend, Zheng Yanfei."
"Fei, this is Mr. Matteo Lombardi. He’s the general director for the Ferrari Racing Club in Huaxia."
Huh?
Hearing how prestigious Matteo’s identity was, Zheng Yanfei was so stunned her face went slack with astonishment. She immediately extended her hand for a handshake.
"Hello, hello!"
"Hello."
Matteo greeted Zheng Yanfei with his less-than-fluent Chinese pronunciation, then looked at Lin Shen with some curiosity.
"Isn’t your girlfriend Jianing’s best friend? What about the woman you brought last time?"
"They’re all my girlfriends."
Lin Shen gave a meaningful smile, a look that only other men would understand.
Matteo understood instantly, a smile spreading across his face.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Lin. I won’t say a word about this."
"Thanks for that."
After chatting with Matteo a little longer, he excused himself to go prepare for his speech at the car meet later.
After he left, Zheng Yanfei eagerly linked her arm with Lin Shen’s, her expression full of excitement.
"Lin Shen! Your network is so huge! You actually know the head of the Ferrari Racing Club! He seems like the kind of person you only see in magazines or on TV reports, right?"
"He’s actually a very gentle person in person."
Lin Shen explained with a smile.
"If you want to get to know him, I can take you over to chat with him some more?"
"No, no, no."
Zheng Yanfei waved her hands in a hurry.
"My English is bad, so I’d better not. I fail it every time on exams, it’s so annoying."
"Then you’ll have to study hard."
Lin Shen advised.
"You’ll have to help me manage parts of the business in the future."
"Huh? Can I really do that?"
Zheng Yanfei’s expression froze for a moment, then she blushed and said shyly,
"I feel like all I need to do is serve you well in bed, Lin Shen. Everything else seems like so much trouble..."