Chapter 563 - 272: Ma Zifan
Chapter 563: Chapter 272: Ma Zifan
Initially, Lin Shen had wanted to put off the "dual living" situation until after the National Day holiday.
After all, too much had been going on lately. He was so busy with work that he didn’t have the mental energy to worry about whether Zheng Yanfei and Lin Ping had discovered each other’s secret.
But now, it seemed like the issue was already starting to surface.
Judging by the fact that they had both given him the same style of clothing, they must have been in communication with each other.
Therefore, this "dual living" arrangement had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
Even if he didn’t let them know each other’s true identities, he had to get them accustomed to each other’s existence. This would serve as a preemptive measure against any potential slip-ups in the future.
Otherwise, if the little girl and Young Housewife Ping found out each other’s secrets, the initial shock would probably be too much for either of them to handle.
’Just imagine,’ he thought. ’The aunt you’ve always seen as a gentle, virtuous, mother-like figure is actually serving the same man as you.’
’Who could possibly handle that?’
By the same token, Lin Ping probably wouldn’t be able to accept her niece knowing about something so shameful.
Handling their relationship was going to be a long and arduous task.
Lin Shen was lost in thought, his mind racing to find a way to make Zheng Yanfei and Lin Ping accept this reality. He barely heard a word of the Ferrari history that Mateo was talking about.
Zheng Yanfei, on the other hand, was listening with great interest. She even raised her hand to ask questions and interact with Mateo, which left a very good impression on him.
Of course, her main reason for doing so was to draw more attention to Lin Shen.
She knew exactly why Lin Shen had brought her to the Ferrari club meet: to meet more people, expand his network, and lay the groundwork for his career.
Therefore, Zheng Yanfei felt she could be the one to help Lin Shen capture everyone’s attention.
And just as she’d intended, with all of her inquisitive questions, the distinguished guests present soon took notice of this charming and adorable, Korean-style young woman.
And by extension, her "husband," Lin Shen.
’He’s so lucky to have married such a clever and quirky young woman!’
Everyone was filled with envy for Lin Shen.
Soon, Mateo’s speech came to an end, and everyone applauded.
Immediately after, the other organizer of the club meet walked to the center of the lawn to speak.
"Hello, everyone."
The young man was about six feet tall, dressed in what looked like casual, laid-back attire, but every piece was a new item from the autumn collections of various luxury brands.
The watch on his left wrist was a Richard Mille RM 35-03, with an estimated market value of around three million.
Honestly, for someone wearing a watch that expensive, his identity was practically a given.
He was probably the owner of that LaFerrari.
After all, his watch alone cost as much as a Ferrari. He was likely the only one here who could afford a LaFerrari.
This certainly piqued Lin Shen’s interest.
"My name is Ma Zifan, and I’m the other organizer of this Ferrari club meet. Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to come. I really appreciate it."
Ma Zifan gave a slight bow. His polite and proper demeanor, combined with his gentle and refined smile, gave Lin Shen a rather good impression of him.
Furthermore, his manner of speaking was measured and tactful, a stark contrast to his appearance.
On the surface, he had the look of a roguishly handsome rich kid—the type who seemed to lead a messy private life, indulging in debauchery and decadent extravagance.
But when he spoke, he was eloquent and confident, seemingly skilled in social interactions, with none of the arrogance or wildness one might expect.
’This guy’s background must be something else,’ Lin Shen thought.
"Now for the second part of our event: the tea break. Lunch will be served later, prepared for you by a master chef I’ve hired to cook some Gourmet Food. I hope you all have a wonderful time."
CLAP CLAP CLAP—!
Amidst the enthusiastic applause, Ma Zifan smiled and bowed again before making an elegant exit, walking over to Zhao Jianing and letting out a soft sigh of relief.
"Phew! I was so nervous! Finally got that over with."
"You? Nervous?"
Zhao Jianing shot Ma Zifan a sidelong glance, then snorted dismissively.
"You’ve handled so many high-profile events, and you’re telling me you got nervous speaking at a little car meet like this? Who are you trying to fool?"
"Well, that’s because you were here."
Ma Zifan smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at Zhao Jianing.
"As long as you’re watching me, Jianing, I’ll get nervous no matter the occasion."
"Don’t give me that devoted lover act!"
Zhao Jianing’s face was filled with disgust.
"As if I don’t know what you’re really like."
"Takes one to know one," Ma Zifan said with a bitter laugh, spreading his hands. "A scoundrel and a vixen... isn’t that a perfect match? So how about giving me another chance?"
"I think you should go find some eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls. They’d be more willing to accept you than an old hag like me."
"We’re both still young."
Ma Zifan tried to put his arm around Zhao Jianing, but she sidestepped him and said formally, her face full of contempt,
"Mr. Ma Zifan, please control your behavior in public. Don’t embarrass your father. We’re just friends; we’re not at the ’arm around the waist’ stage."
"Jianing, you really still haven’t forgiven me."
Ma Zifan’s expression turned slightly bitter, but his tone remained flippant.
"I came back from abroad just to see you. Isn’t that sincere enough?"
"Bro, stop with the pure love act. It must be exhausting."
Zhao Jianing patted Ma Zifan’s shoulder like he was one of her buddies, then suddenly seemed to remember something and grabbed his arm.
"But I can introduce you to a pretty interesting friend. Come on, I’ll take you to meet him."