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Chapter 88 A Show of Force?

The wind in Beijing carried a dry, harsh force, and felt like fine sandpaper rubbing against your face.

As soon as she exited the VIP passage of Terminal 3, Nie Qingcheng turned up the collar of her trench coat and casually pushed her sunglasses back up on her head.

Her face, which usually outshone everyone else, was tense at this moment. Her eyes swept across the crowd of people waiting at the airport, as if she were looking for something, or perhaps guarding against something.

Zhang Yan, on the other hand, was leisurely pushing a Rimowa suitcase covered with cartoon stickers—which Nie Qingcheng insisted on, saying it would create a "cute contrast."

With his other hand in his pocket, he savored the unique sense of history of this ancient capital.

"Stop looking."

Zhang Yan reached out and gently tidied her wind-blown hair, his movements as natural as if he were in his own living room. "Since it was your grandfather who asked you to come back, the person picking you up at the airport must have arrived long ago."

Nie Qingcheng sighed, and just as she was about to speak, a middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit walked out from the crowd.

The man was probably around fifty years old, with slicked-back hair, high cheekbones, and a pair of triangular eyes that revealed a shrewd and mean look.

Unlike other people who greet guests at the airport, he didn't hold up signs or have a big smile on his face. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and looked Nie Qingcheng and Zhang Yan up and down with the eyes of someone inspecting goods.

"Young Miss, it's been a long time."

The middle-aged man gave a perfunctory bow, his tone devoid of any respect, but rather carrying a hint of sarcasm, "The old master sent me to pick you up."

When Nie Qingcheng saw this person, her brows furrowed instantly.

"Butler Wang?"

Nie Qingcheng sneered, "What, has the Nie family run out of people? Sending someone like you, who's in charge of logistics, to pick us up at the airport?"

This Steward Wang is an old dog from the eldest branch of the Nie family. He often causes trouble for Nie Qingcheng's lineage by relying on his uncle's influence.

Butler Wang gave a forced smile and said, "Miss, what are you saying? It's the old lady's birthday right now, and we're short-handed at home. It's already a great favor from the old master that we were able to find the time to pick you up."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Zhang Yan.

The look in his eyes was like that of a stray dog ​​that had wandered into the palace.

"Is this... Zhang Yan?"

Butler Wang snorted through his nose, "She's quite fair-skinned; no wonder she can bewitch the young lady."

Nie Qingcheng's face darkened, and she was about to lash out when Zhang Yan gently squeezed her palm, signaling her to calm down.

"Where's the car?"

Zhang Yan asked casually.

Butler Wang glanced at him but ignored him, then turned and pointed to a car parked on the side of the road.

"There it is."

Following the direction he was pointing, both Nie Qingcheng and Zhang Yan were stunned for a moment.

It was a black, older model Santana 2000.

The paint was peeling off, revealing the gray metal underneath. The rear bumper was even wrapped with transparent tape. The car was covered in dust, looking like it had just been dragged out of a junkyard.

In the airport's VIP exit, where luxury cars abound, this car stood out conspicuously, even appearing extremely shabby.

"You want me to sit here?"

Nie Qingcheng laughed angrily, pointing at the beat-up car, "Wang Fu, are you out of your mind, or do you think I, Nie Qingcheng, am easy to bully?"

She is the president of a group worth hundreds of billions. When she returned home to celebrate her birthday, her family actually sent a nearly scrapped Santana to pick her up.

This isn't picking her up from the airport; it's practically rubbing her face in the ground!

Butler Wang, however, said matter-of-factly, "Miss, the old master said that thrift and frugality are encouraged nowadays. Although our Nie family is large and wealthy, we cannot be extravagant and wasteful."

"Although this car is a bit old, it's durable and safe."

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhang Yan, his mockery no longer concealed.

"Besides, the back seat of this car can only seat two people."

"Miss and your luggage will sit in the back. As for this Mr. Zhang..."

Butler Wang took two coins out of his pocket and casually tossed them on the ground, making two crisp "clink" sounds.

"The airport shuttle bus is over there, it costs two yuan per person."

"Since you're a follower, you should act like one. Don't try to ride on your master's coattails."

The coin rolled twice on the cement floor and came to rest right at Zhang Yan's feet.

The air froze instantly.

Several passing travelers stopped and pointed, watching the spectacle.

Nie Qingcheng stared intently at the two coins on the ground, her chest heaving violently, and a fierce rage instantly ignited in her beautiful fox-like eyes.

That's her man!

She treated Zhang Yan like a precious gem in Jianghai, but as soon as she arrived in the capital, she was publicly humiliated by this dog of a lackey.

"Pick it up."

Nie Qingcheng's voice was low, yet it was as cold as if it were coming from an ice cellar.

Butler Wang was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I told you to pick up the money!"

Nie Qingcheng suddenly raised her head, and the murderous aura of someone who had long held a high position instantly erupted, startling Butler Wang into taking a half step back.

"Young Miss, what are you doing? Are you going to turn against your family for an outsider?"

Butler Wang forced a smile and said, "This is the old master's intention! He said it's to curb the arrogance of certain people and let them know just how high the threshold of the capital is!"

"Screw the threshold!"

Nie Qingcheng was completely furious.

She released Zhang Yan's hand and, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, walked a few steps to the beat-up Santana.

"Frugal and thrifty, huh? Durable and safe, huh?"

Nie Qingcheng looked around and then grabbed a red fire extinguisher from the fire hydrant box next to her.

"Young Miss! What...what are you going to do?!" Butler Wang exclaimed in shock.

"What are you doing? I'll scrap it for you!"

Nie Qingcheng swung her arm, and the fire extinguisher in her hand slammed into the windshield of the Santana like a red cannonball.

"Bang--!!!"

A loud bang.

The already aging windshield shattered instantly, turning into countless spiderweb-like fragments that flew in all directions.

"Ah!" Butler Wang was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, afraid that the glass shards would splash on his face.

But it's not over yet.

As if venting her anger, Nie Qingcheng slammed the blows down several more times.

Hood, headlights, rearview mirrors...

In less than a minute, the already dilapidated Santana was completely reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

"call……"

Nie Qingcheng threw the deformed fire extinguisher on the ground, dusted off her hands, and turned to look at the terrified Butler Wang.

She tossed her hair, a wildly beautiful smile playing on her lips.

"Go back and tell the old man that this car was too old and made me carsick, so I smashed it for him."

"You're welcome."

Butler Wang stared at the pile of scrap metal, his facial muscles twitching.

This...this is absolutely insane!

"You...you..."

Butler Wang pointed at Nie Qingcheng, his fingers trembling. "Young Miss, you've gone too far! This was specially arranged by the Old Master! You smashed the car, let's see how you get back! Are you going to walk back with this pretty boy?!"

"It's 30 kilometers from the city center! Without the Nie family's license plates, I'd like to see who dares to give you a ride!"

Butler Wang roared in exasperation.

In Beijing's social circles, the Nie family's statement was meant to intimidate drivers, and if taxi and ride-hailing drivers knew this, they definitely wouldn't dare accept this fare.

Nie Qingcheng frowned.

Indeed, smashing a car might feel good in the moment, but it really creates a traffic problem.

Just then, a warm hand landed on her shoulder.

Zhang Yan walked over, bent down to pick up the two coins from the ground, tossed them in his hand, and then put them into Butler Wang's jacket pocket, even patting them down thoughtfully.

"You're Butler Wang, right? Keep these two dollars; they'll be perfect for taking the bus home later."

Zhang Yan smiled, his tone as gentle as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"What do you mean?"

Butler Wang stared wide-eyed.

"It doesn't mean anything."

Zhang Yan took out his phone, glanced at the time on the screen, and said, "I just feel that the Nie family's car is too expensive; we country folk can't afford to ride in it."

"Perfect timing! I have a friend in the capital who insisted on coming to pick me up when he heard I was here."

"friend?"

Butler Wang scoffed, his face full of disdain. "What friends could you possibly have in Beijing? Fellow delivery drivers? Or that phone screen protector vendor under the overpass?"

"This capital city isn't a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can run around!"

Zhang Yan ignored him and dialed a number directly.

The call was answered instantly.

"Hey, Mr. Du, I've arrived."

Zhang Yan said into the phone, "Yes, it's at Exit T3."

"Yes, someone was supposed to pick me up, but their car broke down... Okay, then come over here."