Chapter 77: Deceived Both in Wealth and in Love!

Zeng Shuai couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted impatiently.
“This Phantom of mine, I bought it from a rich second-generation two months ago. It’s an older model, but it’s been modified a lot—it’s a custom edition! I can even show you the invoice!”
Seeing his eagerness to prove his wealth, Lin Fan almost burst out laughing.
This guy was even more vain than the two girls.
For the sake of so-called status and face, he kept spinning lies—wasn’t he afraid of being exposed?
The male salesman paused, not expecting Zeng Shuai to fly into such a rage. He could only look at Lin Fan. “Mr. Lin, I’m a professional. I’ve been selling cars for years. I can tell with a glance if there’s a problem with a car…”
He knew Lin Fan and Zeng Shuai were locked in a competitive show of wealth, but he didn’t want to offend anyone; what if Zeng Shuai really was a local rich kid? Offending the wrong person could mean having to pack up and leave.
Lin Fan smiled faintly and gave him a reassuring look. “Of course, to work at a luxury car dealership, you must have a sharp eye and real expertise. Some people insist on pretending to be wealthy, but they’re full of holes.”
Hearing this, the salesman understood—Lin Fan was giving him permission to expose Zeng Shuai’s charade.
He’d seen plenty of fake rich kids like Zeng Shuai before.
In the end, he sided with Lin Fan.
“I’ve dealt with many Rolls-Royces and collaborated with quite a few internet celebrities. Your car… it’s been through at least eight owners, maybe more. After all, it’s a model from years ago—who knows how many hands it’s passed through?”
“And given that it’s been modified, that usually means it’s been in an accident. It’s definitely not worth thirteen million; at best, three million would be generous. Honestly, I suspect it came from a rental agency or a used car dealer…”
As the salesman finished, Zeng Shuai broke out in a cold sweat.
Everything the salesman said matched the car’s real history exactly!
He instinctively tried to defend himself. “I have all the paperwork! This is definitely not an eight-owner car!”
“Then maybe you were cheated. To be honest, I know almost every older Phantom in the city—how many there are, and who owns them… I have a friend who manages a Rolls-Royce dealership. One look, and he’ll know exactly where this Phantom came from!”
The salesman’s words were firm and unequivocal.
At this, Zeng Shuai couldn’t help wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Lin Fan pressed the advantage, “This car—could it be you rented it from an agency? I’ve heard that luxury rentals often put tags on their car keys?”
“That’s right. It’s to prevent unscrupulous people from pawning or reselling the car. The tags are a common practice at rental agencies.”

Hearing this, the salesman quickly chimed in.
Seeing Lin Fan’s mocking look, Zeng Shuai was instantly enraged.
“I didn’t rent this car! My family owns several cars. The thing I hate most is people like you, pretending to be something you’re not. If you can’t afford it yourself, you start assuming other people’s luxury cars are rentals? That’s just how country bumpkins act—resentful of the rich!”
With that, he turned the topic to Zhang Yichen.
“Yichen, I really think you should be careful associating with him. He’s a liar from start to finish! I can see right through his act—who knows if that ten million is dirty money! You’d better be careful, or you’ll end up being cheated out of your money and your heart.”
As soon as he said this, everyone present stared fixedly at Lin Fan.
But Lin Fan just grinned, and pressed, “It’s not your place to judge if I’m a fraud. But as for you—can’t even afford the rental fee, right? That call you took outside just now was from the rental agency, wasn’t it?”
“Did you max out your credit card? What’s your credit limit, a few hundred thousand? For all I know, even the clothes you’re wearing are borrowed.”
Lin Fan’s volley of questions made Zeng Shuai both guilty and furious—and above all, shocked.
He’d taken the call far from the others—how had Lin Fan heard? Was he some kind of eavesdropper?
Just as he was about to lash out, his phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, Zeng Shuai’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to look calm and walked out.
“Hello? Mr. Luo, it’s Zeng Shuai. I’m outside right now…”
Watching him carry on the act, Lin Fan couldn’t help feeling contempt.
He turned to the salesman and murmured, “Brother, can you check with your friend at the dealership and see if he knows the owner of the rental agency? Ask him to come and take back the car. Tell him everything I just said, and I’ll give you a hundred thousand as a reward.”
Hearing Lin Fan’s generosity, the salesman didn’t hesitate—he took out his phone and moved aside to make the call.
“Yichen, looks like your best friend hasn’t chosen her company wisely—falling for a fake rich kid. Who knows if she’s been cheated out of money and affection?”
Lin Fan returned to the two women, wearing a fake smile and speaking with calm composure.
At this, Wang Yingfei’s face turned ashen, alternating between pale and flushed.
Clearly, Lin Fan had hit the mark—she’d been deceived by Zeng Shuai.
Zhang Yichen couldn’t help pinching Lin Fan secretly. Although she didn’t like people who pretended to be rich, she still felt sorry for her friend.

She could only think Lin Fan was being excessive, exposing people in public like this—it was hard not to suspect he was doing it on purpose.
Lin Fan bore the pain, glancing at her coolly.
In his heart, he didn’t want Zhang Yichen to get too close to Wang Yingfei.
Women like her would only lead Zhang Yichen astray. Judging from Zhang Yichen’s tendency to take advantage, compare herself to others, and her faint materialism, she was probably already under Wang Yingfei’s influence.
Though he didn’t lack money—and would willingly spend hundreds of millions on Zhang Yichen—he had no intention of being a fool.
“Hmph! Feifei is so smart—how could she be fooled? Besides, she’s so beautiful, there are plenty of rich suitors chasing her. If she wants, she can just find another one!”
Zhang Yichen didn’t want her friend to lose face and tried to smooth things over.
Wang Yingfei pressed her lips together, wanting to speak but ultimately remaining silent.
Just then, Zeng Shuai rushed back in, still trying to act calm. “Babe, I’m sorry, but some important guests just arrived at my house. I have to go entertain them… Sorry, let’s go see a movie at the Bund tomorrow instead, okay? Bye.”
With that, he left without looking back, jumped in his car, and sped away.
The salesman was still on the phone.
Lin Fan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly—just as he’d expected, Zeng Shuai was clearly guilty. Even his acting was pathetic; what a clown.
“I’ll take you both to a movie later. This is my first time in the city—I haven’t been to the Bund yet.”
In just a few words, Lin Fan changed the subject, and the atmosphere shifted at once.
Once the salesman finished his call, Lin Fan asked him to prepare the paperwork, and he immediately completed the transfer.
A Bentley Continental, three and a half million!
Everyone watched as he transferred the money in one go, finally realizing who the real wealthy man was.
Before they left, the salesman even drove a Maybach to take the three of them to the Bund.