I update my girlfriend's financial power every month.

Chapter 62 Dislikes that I'm not A8A9?

After thinking it over, Shen Wanrou realized that when she needed someone to accompany her, there were very few people she could ask for help.

Her social circle was extremely narrow; her friends consisted almost entirely of her colleagues at the real estate sales center and several female colleagues from her ex-husband's company.

As for male friends, the only one I can be considered close to is Zhou Lang.

Although Shen Wanrou separated from her husband and moved out to live alone not long after her marriage, the only man who had ever entered her home over the years was Zhou Lang.

To be honest, if her ex-husband hadn't been a habitual liar, causing her to rush to Zhou Lang to beg for forgiveness, she and Zhou Lang might not have become this close.

"Sigh~"

Since she couldn't avoid troubling Zhou Lang again, Shen Wanrou invited him upstairs to sit down.

She couldn't accept someone's kind offer to "escort" her home, so she simply told them to leave immediately.

"Zhou Lang, I'm going to change my clothes. Please make yourself at home."

Shen Wanrou was wearing a form-fitting yoga outfit, which seemed perfectly normal for her to wear in the gym with the other women in class.

However, being alone with Zhou Lang at home...

Shen Wanrou looked down at her yoga pants and then reached out and tugged at them.

The design with no crotch covering, although you can't see much, gives the impression of wearing pantyhose directly without a skirt or underwear...

Just like a two-piece bikini with very little fabric, it's something people are used to wearing at the beach, and no one would have any inappropriate thoughts or fantasies about it for no reason.

However, if a man and a woman are alone in a room, and they are dressed like this, it becomes a very seductive and romantic scene...

Shen Wanrou went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Having learned from her embarrassing experience last time, she first hung up a bath towel to completely block the frosted glass of the bedroom door.

Zhou Lang didn't treat himself like an outsider. He rummaged through the refrigerator, unscrewed a bottle of soda water, and moistened his throat.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

I checked WeChat and was surprised to receive a message from someone I hadn't heard from in a long time.

[Ling Yuanyuan]: I'm back.

"She's back? Where did she go before?" This was Zhou Lang's first thought.

I almost forgot, he and Ling Yuanyuan also had a secret relationship that they "tried out".

I browsed through Ling Yuanyuan's WeChat Moments.

It turned out she had taken two weeks off to travel to Xinjiang and had a long trip.

I had been saving up photos for a while but hadn't posted them yet. Now that I'm back in Shushui City, I posted nearly ten updates on my WeChat Moments, a full nine-grid of photos of myself and other pictures.

[Ling Yuanyuan]: I'm at a bar with my friends right now.

[Ling Yuanyuan]: [Picture][Picture]

[Ling Yuanyuan]: [Location Location]

[Ling Yuanyuan]: Come here.

Zhou Lang scratched the tip of his nose. "He's going over there?"

Moreover, judging from the photos she sent, there were three men and eight women, so the event was quite large.

[Zhou Lang]: Why haven't you rested since you got back from your trip? You're already thinking of taking your friends to a bar?

[Ling Yuanyuan]: It wasn't my invitation, so male A and female are exempt.

Zhou Lang was speechless. If he went, Ling Yuanyuan would probably stir up trouble by saying that "Mr. Zhou should pay for everything."

Let's continue to simmer my sister-in-law here in lukewarm water.

[Zhou Lang]: If you have something to do outside, don't stay out too late. Go home and rest early.

[Ling Yuanyuan]: Don't you know how to date?

Zhou Lang tossed his phone onto the sofa, and it seemed as if countless "Ah, right, right, right" echoed in his ears.

He's terrible at dating; he sleeps with his little girl in his arms every night, and she always wants him to chisel her...

A short while later.

Shen Wanrou changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

She wore a blue-purple off-the-shoulder long-sleeved top with a fitted cut that accentuated her shapely bust and waist.

This off-the-shoulder top exudes a pure and alluring vibe, with a neckline featuring semi-sheer lace trim, perfect for a relaxed and sexy look for married women.

Zhou Lang recalled his outfits from all the times he met Shen Wanrou.

"Sister-in-law, I've been thinking, and it seems like the dresses you wear always show a bit of your shoulders?"

Aside from the work uniforms worn by the on-site customer service staff, Shen Wanrou's everyday summer clothes are mostly off-the-shoulder or one-shoulder styles.

Zhou Lang smiled and said, "Your shoulders are incredibly smooth."

Shen Wanrou subconsciously covered her shoulders and collarbone.

She said to Zhou Lang with a hint of explanation, "The rules for work only allow one or two types of uniforms... so you wear your own clothes normally, maybe it's a bit of a retaliatory way of showing more skin, right?"

Shen Wanrou is too self-conscious about showing off her chest or thighs, so showing off her shoulders is considered one of her more conservative styles.

"It's great, it matches your style quite well, sister-in-law."

Zhou Lang joked, "It's a good time to go to the hospital for a check-up, or I can get a vaccine while I'm at it. I won't have to go through all that trouble of taking off my clothes and exposing my shoulders."

Shen Wanrou rolled her eyes at him and whispered "You're so annoying" in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible to herself.

"Sit a little longer? It seems we're out of nuts and fruit. I'll go get some sunflower seeds."

Just as Shen Wanrou was about to go look for him, Zhou Lang's phone rang.

It was Ling Yuanyuan calling.

"Feed?"

"Zhou Lang!"

Ling Yuanyuan's tone on the other end of the phone was cold, and she sounded quite angry.

"I heard from my colleagues that all your cars are secondhand?"

Zhou Lang was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, "This woman isn't very popular at the company."

The news of Tian Wenming scratching the car spread throughout the entire company.

Almost everyone, including the cleaners and security guards, knows that Zhou Lang's car belongs to Jisupai Used Car Dealership.

How much time has passed, and only now is someone telling Ling Yuanyuan?

"So your family isn't even at the A9 or A10 level, maybe not even A8?" Ling Yuanyuan asked impatiently.

The term A8A9 originated from real estate speculation forums and is particularly popular among users of Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book). In recent years, it has been widely adopted and popularized on the internet.

A is an abbreviation for "Asset".

A8 means assets in the eight figures, in the tens of millions; A9 means assets in the nine figures, in the hundreds of millions.

There's also a designation like A8.5, which means assets of fifty million.

I felt embarrassed to ask about the family fortune directly, but I had to, so I had to use a newer, less offensive term.

Zhou Lang wasn't embarrassed to admit it. After Su Ying'er learned about his car and the Speedway, she treated it as if it were nothing important, just like she knew what time he went to bed the night before. Her love for him remained unchanged, and her attitude towards him was the same.

"Yes, so you—"

"Then what's the difference between you and the drivers of luxury cars for wedding companies?"

"Making a mere few hundred thousand a year by reselling used cars, driving a used Bentley, and then imagining yourself as someone superior, having the illusion that you're living in an Audi A9?"

Ling Yuanyuan spoke rapidly, wanting to cut ties with him as quickly as possible: "I think I need to reconsider our relationship. You are not allowed to contact me without my permission—"

"You've bought quite a lot of gold before, haven't you?" Zhou Lang suddenly asked.

After she sold a large amount of gold a few years ago, gold prices soared, quickly entering the era of prices exceeding 1,000 per gram.

This also gave rise to her financial power: [Gold coins raining down from the sky].

Now it was Ling Yuanyuan's turn to be stunned: "Who told you that?"

"Your eye for people is exactly the same as your eye for investing in gold," Zhou Lang mocked.

"Zhou Lang, you!!"

Beep, beep beep—

Zhou Lang hung up the phone.

He smiled and met Shen Wanrou's gaze.

"Sister-in-law, did you recognize who it was?"

Shen Wanrou bit her lip and awkwardly looked away: "I didn't realize. I'm not close to her, and we don't get along..."

The word "she" was emphasized.

Zhou Lang sighed and reminded her, "Sister-in-law, how do you know you're not familiar with her and that you don't have a good relationship with her if you didn't recognize her voice?"

Shen Wanrou rarely showed a sullen expression: "How come... you still have a past with her...?"

Zhou Lang detected a faint, soft complaint in Shen Wanrou's voice.

And the undisguised jealousy in the young woman's voice.