Madam Fu looked at the sarcastic Su Qianrou and said, "Oh, where did this little girl come from, looking so presentable yet so insincere."

At that moment, Zhao Qian covered her mouth and laughed, "That clown girl Su Ci, who came from the countryside, is only fit to take the bus. Unlike my Qianrou, who travels in a six-million Ferrari sports car. Su Ci probably hasn't even ridden in a Ferrari, has she?"

Su Qianrou said, "Qianqian, don't talk about CiCi like that. CiCi is already pitiable enough~"

The two of them were singing in harmony, and Madam Fu's face turned cold. What are they doing, laughing at CiCi as if I, her mother-in-law, were dead? Do they think CiCi's husband's family has no one to stand up for her? What, making fun of CiCi for not having a Ferrari?

Madam Fu walked away, and as she saw the butler Uncle Fu and Aunt Zhou following her, she ordered, "Arrange a Ferrari sports car for my CiCi right away, charge it to my son's card. He has plenty of money, don't feel sorry for it, don't buy the cheap ones, pick the expensive ones!"

Uncle Fu immediately responded, "Yes, Madam."

Madam Fu felt it wasn't enough; she had to make the arrangements for CiCi more grand! ...

Su Ci got off work and walked out of the CC building with her bag. Su Qianrou and Zhao Qian hadn't left yet, waiting to see her embarrassment.

Su Qianrou took out her car keys and beeped her sports car twice, "CiCi, this is the new sports car my parents bought for me. You don't need to take the bus today, I'll give you a ride."

Su Ci looked towards Su Qianrou's expensive sports car, a gift from Su Changrong and Li Lan, who probably forgot that she was their real daughter. Well, it didn't matter anymore. Just as Su Ci was about to speak, there was a 'bang' as colorful fireworks exploded in the sky. Aunt Zhou and Uncle Fu pulled apart a huge banner on either side, which read, 'Baby Ci Ci, Mommy is here to pamper you!' Su Ci's eyebrow twitched inexplicably. 'Ci Ci!' At this moment, Mrs. Fu ran over happily, stuffing a car key into Su Ci's small hand, 'Baby Ci Ci, look what's that?' Su Ci glanced over and saw a bold red Ferrari sports car quietly parked by the roadside, its luxurious aura attracting gazes along the way. Su Qianrou also saw it, her pupils shrinking in disbelief. A Ferrari sports car that was even more upscale and better equipped than hers. Zhao Qian's mouth dropped open in shock, 'Oh my God, how much does that Ferrari cost?' 'Not much, not much, just double what yours is, twelve million,' Mrs. Fu said with a grand wave of her hand. Su Qianrou was stunned, suspecting that the Ferrari was a high imitation. Twelve million, for a small-town clown girl, for a woman dressed in simplicity, where did they get the money? Did they rob a bank? 'Ci Ci, let's go, we're driving home!' Mrs. Fu said dominantly, taking Su Ci's small hand. When they passed by Su Qianrou, Mrs. Fu deliberately stopped and looked at Su Qianrou, saying, 'Your family must have a tradition of selling tea, otherwise how could you cultivate such an outstanding... tea art master!'

Su Qianrou, "..." This wretched old hag! ... Su Ci was pulled by Madam Fu to the Ferrari sports car, "Ci Ci, hurry up and get in the car, you drive it, see if this sports car is comfortable for you to drive." Su Ci didn't expect Madam Fu to really pick her up from work, and even gave her such an expensive car. It would be so embarrassing when Fu Nancheng finds out about this. "Mom, I can't accept this car." "Accept it! If others have it, my daughter Ci Ci should have it too, how can mom let you lose!"