Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 196: The Heartbroken Young Seventh Lord

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“You’re tricking me?!” Lushen jumped in agitation.

Shen Wan gave him a disdainful look. “It’s because you’re too dumb.”

That hit hard, buddy!

“…What do you want?” After a long pause, the man spoke, his previous arrogance gone, like a defeated rooster.

Shen Wan picked up the spray paint at her feet, weighing it in her hand with a smirk. “Simple.”

Seeing her mischievous demeanor, Lushen swallowed hard and took a half step back defensively, his eyes fixed on the woman’s hand, or more precisely, the can of white spray paint she held, unblinking.

“You, dare?!”

“Seventh Lord, you don’t think I’m going to spray you, do you?”

“Of, of course not.”

Shen Wan’s smile suddenly turned cold. “But I am going to spray you…” As she said this, she moved closer, her gaze filled with laughter yet sending a chill down one’s spine.

Lushen reflexively raised his hand to protect his handsome face, but the anticipated disaster didn’t happen. Instead, he felt a touch on his thigh, causing his cheeks to flush red.

No longer worried about protecting his face, he lowered his hand, revealing the woman’s smirking lips in full view. He then turned his attention to her raised right hand, where she was playfully swinging a car key in the air, clearly taunting him.

Lushen’s expression changed, and he immediately reached for his pocket, only to find—

His car key was gone!

Shen Wan pressed a button lightly, and a flashy, ostentatious yellow Aston Martin nearby responded with a beep.

Before Lushen could react, Shen Wan dashed towards his beloved car and then—

Zzzap!

Zzzap!

Zzzap—

Shen Wan dusted off her hands, tossing aside the spray can, and looked contentedly at her handiwork. Turning to the dumbstruck Lushen, she spread her hands. “OK, one Aston Martin for my little Maserati, a fair trade.”

Under Lushen’s gaze, filled with heartache and frustration, Shen Wan nonchalantly climbed into her red Maserati. With one hand expertly maneuvering the steering wheel, and the other hand raised towards the man outside the windshield, she remarked, “Seventh Lord, today’s lesson should teach you the meaning of reaping what you sow, right? Well, let’s call it even now. Bye-” .

With that, she drove off, and whether intentionally or not, as she passed Lushen, she rewed the engine, spraying him with exhaust.

“Ptui—” It wasn’t until the car was out of sight that Lushen came to his senses, hastily spitting a few times to rid himself of the disgusting taste.

Then, moving forward a few steps, he collapsed onto the hood of his beloved car, “My little Martin, you’ve been tainted, daddy’s so sorry…”

A mournful wail echoed over the parking lot, lingering for a long time. Just then, someone came to pick up their car and saw a handsome yet disheveled man crying on the hood of a yellow Aston Martin sports car.

As for the reason…

It was obvious to everyone, as the crooked and bold “S—H—I—T” painted on the car body was strikingly visible.

The car was undrivable. On the way from the company to the 4S shop, Shen Wan had already attracted countless curious and astonished glances, with some even taking out their phones to take photos and videos.

A luxury car, spray paint, and swear words – it was a sensational combination!

Even at the 4S shop, the staff who greeted her couldn’t help but have a strange expression. “Miss, your car…”

“Childish prank,” Shen Wan said nonchalantly.

Meanwhile, Lushen, who had been described as a “childish prankster,” was frantically searching for the nearest 4S shop, having cried enough and now remembering to save his beloved car….

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