The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 144 - 143: Childhood Sweethearts

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The newly planned home living plaza in Binhai is massive, featuring big brands like IKEA, Red Star Macalline, Juran Home, Mengjie, Duoxiai, and more. You can buy everything you need for your home in one sweep here.

Comforters, duvet covers, bed sheets, bed spreads, mattress protectors, pillowcases, pillow inserts, blankets...

Toothbrushes, toothpaste, washbasins, buckets, towels, bath towels, hangers, facial tissues, body wash, shampoo...

Pots, bowls, ladles, basins, kitchen knives, cutting boards, rice, flour, cooking oil, salt, seasonings...

To fill up a new home, there’s really a ton of stuff to buy...

Tiantian had never bought this much stuff in a single day before, nor had she ever felt this kind of exhilarating "buy, buy, buy" spree, like water flowing out of her wallet.

After going around the entire plaza, she had just one thought: Being rich is so amazing!

Now, Tiantian was slowly beginning to understand the joy of being a "rich man’s mistress." Shopping only meant picking what she liked; price was no longer a concern.

Value for money?

That’s a phrase that only exists in the dictionary of the poor.

For the rich, there’s just one rule: some things are priceless if they bring joy. If you like it, buy it!

After the shopping spree, swiping the card, leaving an address, and walking away in style—that feeling was just beyond satisfying!

"Phew—" Tiantian exhaled a contented sigh as she stepped out of the home plaza. She was preparing to drive home with Yan Xiaobao and wait for the deliveries to decorate her and Yan Xiaobao’s love nest.

"Tiantian?" A well-dressed young man who looked the part approached.

"Deng Wenhai." Tiantian recognized him and greeted, "Long time no see."

"It really has been a long time." Deng Wenhai seemed a bit excited. "I haven’t seen you since high school graduation. You’ve become even more beautiful."

"Thank you." Tiantian responded politely, then introduced him to Yan Xiaobao. "Deng Wenhai used to live in the same residential compound as I did when I was a kid. We were also classmates—basically childhood friends."

"Not just childhood friends, more like we grew up together." Deng Wenhai gazed at the charming and gorgeous Tiantian, his eyes practically shining.

As the saying goes, girls change dramatically at eighteen. Back in high school, Tiantian had undoubtedly been the campus beauty of their school, and she enviably landed a job as a flight attendant after graduation.

To Deng Wenhai’s surprise, in just a few short years, Tiantian had become even more stunning. Compared to the so-called Miss Hong Kong, Miss Asia, or internet models, she was on a whole different level.

As for Yan Xiaobao standing beside Tiantian, Deng Wenhai automatically ignored his existence. He didn’t even want to know what Yan Xiaobao’s relationship with Tiantian was. And Yan Xiaobao, of course, couldn’t have cared less who Deng Wenhai was—if he dared to compete for his wife, he’d crush him. If not, then whatever.

"A few days ago, I went back to the old neighborhood and ran into your mom. I asked about you..." Deng Wenhai spoke with a tone of pity, addressing Tiantian. "I heard your dad got you involved in his troubles, and you lost your job as a flight attendant and started working at the Han Tang Pavilion Hotel. When I heard about it, I felt really bad. Why don’t you come work for my company? I promise to give you the best treatment."

Years ago, Deng Wenhai had made a fortune by running online game cheats and farming studios, eventually setting up a so-called internet company and amassing a personal wealth of several million. So, facing Tiantian, who had lost her flight attendant job and became a hotel waitress, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of superiority. At the same time, he wanted to use the excuse of offering her a job to bring her closer to him.

"No need." Tiantian politely declined. "I’ve already quit my hotel job and haven’t thought about working for the time being."

What a joke—living in a mansion worth over 20 million, driving a car worth over 10 million, and holding 50 million in savings, would she even need a regular job?

"Well, just let me know whenever you need it." Deng Wenhai continued his invitation. "Tiantian, it’s been so many years since we last met, and this reunion feels like fate. How about we grab a meal together and catch up?"

Tiantian glanced at Yan Xiaobao, knowing he had zero interest in dining with Deng Wenhai, so she declined. "Sorry, I just bought a lot of stuff and need to go back to set up the new home. Maybe next time."

"Setting up a new home?" Deng Wenhai’s eyelid twitched slightly, and a wave of jealousy surged in his heart. Could it be that Tiantian and that guy beside her were already living together?

But so what if they were living together? No matter how perfect a flower may look, a persistent gardener can still find a way in. Persistence and effort can always dig out the corner of any wall!

Deng Wenhai firmly believed he had an absolute advantage over Yan Xiaobao. He owned a company, was worth millions, had a car, and a house. As for Yan Xiaobao... if he were truly rich and powerful, how could he have let Tiantian work as a waitress before?

Deng Wenhai thought Tiantian was merely fooled by Yan Xiaobao’s sweet words and his fresh-faced, young-man appeal. This kind of infatuation surely couldn’t withstand his "monetary offensive."

"If today’s inconvenient, it’s fine." Deng Wenhai chuckled, trying to appear generous. "How about I drive you home, then? I can also stop by and check out the place to keep in touch in the future."

Tiantian, unaware of all his schemes and thinking he was simply being nostalgic, didn’t reject his proposal to "check out the place."

"Alright, you can follow me in your car. Come over to my home for a visit," Tiantian said with ease, naturally linking her arm with Yan Xiaobao’s as they headed toward the parking lot.

"Tiantian, why not take my car instead? He can drive ahead and show us the way." Deng Wenhai proudly pointed to his "luxury car"——a Porsche Cayenne. "I just picked up this new car a few days ago. Want to give it a try?"

Deng Wenhai believed only a million-yuan-level luxury SUV like the Porsche Cayenne could match Tiantian. Once she experienced the luxury and comfort of his car, she’d subconsciously start to question her current situation.

"Oh? You drive a Porsche too? Looks like you’re doing pretty well." Tiantian smiled, glancing sweetly at Yan Xiaobao. "He doesn’t like driving. I’ll drive my car and take him instead."

"But..." Deng Wenhai was about to insist when he suddenly saw Tiantian and Yan Xiaobao walking toward a white sports car. Staring at it for a moment, he realized it was a Porsche 918 Spyder!

The Porsche 918 Spyder—one of last year’s top ten supercars globally, limited to only 918 units worldwide. Starting price: 13.888 million. Realistically, you wouldn’t get it for less than 14 or 15 million!

Was this Tiantian’s car? How... how was this possible...

Deng Wenhai’s face turned pale as he stared in disbelief at Tiantian and Yan Xiaobao getting into the 14-15 million yuan luxury sports car.

Although both were Porsches, the Cayenne was just an entry-level, low-end model. Compared to the Porsche 918 Spyder, it couldn’t even begin to compete.

Deng Wenhai felt like someone had smashed a brick into his face—it burned with humiliation...

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