Chapter Twenty-Six: Who Do You Think You Are?

Walking downstairs.

Qin Mu glanced at his watch.

“Let’s wait a bit.”

Jiang Zheng murmured her agreement.

Just then, a yellow Land Rover, passing by, seemed to notice something and suddenly stopped.

The people in the car got out, but it wasn’t Wu Mu—it was a group of young men and women.

“Jiang Zheng!”

Hearing her name called, Jiang Zheng looked up and instantly recognized the newcomer.

“Qingqing!”

She hurried forward and embraced the most beautiful girl among them.

“This is my classmate, Han Qingqing. And this is my brother, Qin Mu, whom you already know.” Jiang Zheng hastily introduced.

Han Qingqing smiled at Qin Mu.

She did indeed know him. When they were children, Han Qingqing had developed a crush on Jiang Zheng’s handsome and charming brother, though ten years had since passed, and that childhood infatuation was long forgotten.

“This is my boyfriend, Li Chengtai,” Han Qingqing introduced.

“Jiang Zheng, where are you headed? Need a ride?” Li Chengtai, sitting in the driver’s seat, patted his car door, showing off.

“Hold on, seeing you standing here on the street like this... don’t tell me you don’t have a car?” Li Chengtai looked at Qin Mu, whose hands were in his pockets, and laughed lightly.

“Not everyone is as accomplished as you, landing a civil servant job, buying a car in just a few years, and already putting a down payment on a house,” Han Qingqing added, her words carrying a hint of boastfulness.

After all, Jiang Zheng had landed a great job at Yazi Beauty, while Han Qingqing was still empty-handed. There was always a subtle rivalry between close girlfriends.

“If it’s convenient, that would be great,” Jiang Zheng replied, not noticing the undertone, accepting the favor.

But just as she was about to get in, she realized that, counting Qin Mu, there were six people in total—too many for the car.

“There aren’t enough seats, maybe we should forget it.”

“No, we can squeeze in one more,” Li Chengtai insisted.

He rearranged the seating, scratched his head, and said to Qin Mu, “You’re just too big, there’s really no space. How about I call a taxi for you?”

“Brother, I mean no offense. At our age, not owning a car is normal. Just work hard and you’ll get there.”

At that moment, a black, top-tier supercar roared up and stopped abruptly in front of Yazi Beauty’s company entrance.

“Honey, that car is gorgeous!” Han Qingqing’s eyes sparkled.

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s a Bugatti Veyron—handcrafted, with no more than two hundred produced each year. The market price starts at over twenty million yuan, and it’s even more expensive on the road!” Li Chengtai boasted, displaying his knowledge.

“A top-tier supercar... that’s every man’s dream.”

As Li Chengtai pondered this, the Bugatti Veyron’s door opened.

The appearance of a supercar owner immediately drew the attention of all the young people.

Wu Mu stepped out and hurried over.

While Han Qingqing was still in shock, Wu Mu handed the car keys to Qin Mu.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“If there aren’t enough seats, then the girl doesn’t need to squeeze in with you. She can ride with me,” Qin Mu said calmly, taking the keys.

His words were like an invisible slap across Li Chengtai’s face.

He’d heard from Han Qingqing that Qin Mu was adopted from an orphanage by the Jiang family, not particularly capable, lacking the backing of a wealthy family. He’d assumed Qin Mu was just an ordinary person, destined to spend his life chasing after houses and cars.

But unexpectedly, when he did make an appearance, it was with a top-tier supercar.

“Your brother... is he really this wealthy?” Han Qingqing asked, stunned.

It was truly shocking.

“He’s alright,” Jiang Zheng said, unable to resist a childish bit of pride.

After all, these old classmates had started by slighting her brother.

“By the way, where are you headed today? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

Han Qingqing, feeling embarrassed, quickly changed the subject.

She had felt proud to have found a wealthy and promising husband, and was glad she hadn’t pursued Qin Mu back then.

Now, all she felt was envy and regret.

“I took the day off to move houses. My current place is too far from the company; commuting is inconvenient. You should all come along and help me with ideas for the decor.”

“Let’s go, and later we’ll pick up our foster parents,” Qin Mu called.

Once the two got into the car, Li Chengtai and the others returned to theirs.

But the atmosphere inside their car was odd; no one spoke, and there was a faint air of bitterness and complaint.

If only Li Chengtai hadn’t spoken so decisively.

They could have easily found an excuse to ride in Qin Mu’s Bugatti Veyron, to experience what a twenty-million-yuan supercar felt like.

What a pity!

When Qin Mu started the car, the Bugatti Veyron’s terrifying acceleration was immediately apparent.

In the blink of an eye, the black car shot forward several hundred meters, nearly vanishing from Li Chengtai and the others’ sight.

“Damn!” Li Chengtai exclaimed, still dazed. Seeing this, he hurriedly started his own car.

If he’d waited any longer, even Qin Mu’s exhaust would be out of sight.

Fortunately, Qin Mu seemed to realize this, slowing down his speed.

After several minutes, they gradually entered the most bustling area of the city center.

This was the chosen neighborhood of Jiang City’s wealthiest residents, where the price of housing was astronomical—not that price was the main concern, but that it was almost impossible to find a place.

“Did he take the wrong road? Why are we at Yan Gui Garden?” Han Qingqing wondered aloud.

But she couldn’t call Qin Mu now.

She could only wait as Qin Mu slowly drove into Yan Gui Garden’s parking lot, where both cars parked and everyone got out.

“Jiang Zheng, did your brother take the wrong road? This is Yan Gui Garden—each square meter starts at over ten thousand yuan,” Han Qingqing said hurriedly.

“My brother wouldn’t get the address wrong. This is the place,” Jiang Zheng replied.

“That’s way too extravagant—just renting a place for work, there’s no need to choose something so expensive. There are plenty of more affordable apartments nearby,” Han Qingqing muttered.

“It’s not rented. My brother bought it outright,” Jiang Zheng said innocently, her face pure and harmless.

This statement shocked Han Qingqing and the others yet again.

A house worth millions, bought just like that.

Qin Mu’s identity was now beyond their imagination.