How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Chapter 90 - 79 You Really Deserve to Die

Although they occasionally kept in touch, two years had still passed without a meeting between the two.

When they met again, both were quite excited. After a bear hug, Li Feng punched Gu Heng in the chest and said, "You little rascal, didn’t you say you’d be back in a few more days? Why didn’t you call me in advance, you bastard? I would have picked you up!"

In Gu Heng’s local dialect, "bastard" was often used coarsely, irrespective of age or gender in moments of excitement; thus, Gu Heng didn’t feel slighted. Rubbing the sore spot where Li Feng had punched him, he laughed and said, "It’s no big deal if I come back late on other days.

But how could I miss your big wedding, you rascal?"

After speaking, he just grinned and looked into Li Feng’s eyes without another word.

The kind of brotherly bond they shared could feel a bit pretentious in a self-serving society, but no one could deny its genuine existence...

A few seconds of eye contact later, Li Feng, not being overly sentimental, just punched him in the chest again, his feelings unspoken...

Once the emotional stirring passed, Li Feng naturally turned his attention to the pale blue Bentley parked behind Gu Heng...

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!!"

"Are you for real, man? You actually drove such a damn cool car back?"

Continuously cursing in awe, Li Feng didn’t slow down as he left Gu Heng behind and circled the car, inspecting it...

"Holy shit, this emblem looks damn slick! It just doesn’t feel quite up to the Maybach’s standard though."

"This winged B is way classier than BYD’s three-letter logo!"

Gu Heng was a local mutt, and Li Feng, growing up with him, wasn’t much better off. Circling the car with an incessant stream of "holy shits," he finally came back to Gu Heng, panting, and clapped him on the shoulder, saying, "This ride is dope!

I’m not going to mince words with you. We don’t need that crap between father and son. When it’s your turn to get married, I’ll rent a Rolls-Royce for your wedding car even if it means taking a loan!"

After saying this, he continued to ask, "Renting this thing for a day must cost a pretty penny, right?"

He flipped through the registration book, and his eyes grew wider and wider...

"Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!"

The sound of teeth grinding began to emit from Li Feng’s mouth over and over...

Struggling to contain his laughter, Gu Heng said, "Fengzi, what’s the matter? Am I hearing teeth grinding?"

Saying this, he reached out to tap Fengzi’s shoulder...

"Don’t touch me!"

Li Feng dodged at once, staring with eyes as big as bull’s testicles at Gu Heng, clutching the registration book so hard that veins were about to pop out of his hand...

Gu Heng: "???"

What’s the matter?

Did I overdo it and drive him crazy?

A few seconds later, Li Feng calmed down just a little and wailed with a sorrowful face, "You son of a bitch really deserve to die!!!"

"How the hell can you afford a Bentley? Huh? What makes you so damn special? Bastard! Look me in the eye!!"

Watching his reaction, Gu Heng could no longer hold back and burst into laughter like a villain from a TV drama...

"Are you laughing at your mom? Tell me quick this isn’t real, tell me you got this fake registration over the phone for 20 bucks!"

Li Feng knew well that Gu Heng would never get a fake certificate just to show off, but he couldn’t accept it...

To think they had vowed to be poor together, and now Gu Heng had secretly become wealthy?

Gu Heng remained silent, just watching him with a mocking smile...