Li Mengyao glanced at the rearview mirror, saying helplessly.
"What?" Ye Yun held Ke Ke, meeting Li Mengyao's gaze.
"I originally thought, maybe I could help you and Meng Hao ease your relationship. But now it seems useless. And if we want to improve things with Meng Hao, we don't necessarily have to do it when Mom and Dad are around. Ye Yun, you've suffered from Mom and Dad's cold shoulders today..." Li Mengyao said guiltily.
Thinking of the mockery Ye Yun received today, she also felt terrible.
Ye Yun was her husband, yet her parents constantly called him a good-for-nothing.
Wu Qian's parents even told her to divorce Ye Yun and marry someone rich, to get a bigger wedding house for their own daughter?
Honestly, Li Mengyao suspected these people had issues with their brains.
Did they know the car she was driving now was a Lamborghini, and the house they lived in was the luxurious Ying Tian Mansion worth over a hundred million?
Several times, Li Mengyao wanted to reveal the truth and hold her head high.
But each time, the words died on her lips, swallowed back by herself.
For no other reason.
She knew her parents too well.
Once her parents found out Ye Yun was successful, yes, family relations might ease.
But with Wu Lan and Li Zengguo's personalities, they would undoubtedly turn into vampires and drain Ye Yun dry.
And their small family would never have peace again!
It was just that Ye Yun's humiliation made Li Mengyao feel too distressed.
"Your parents have given me enough cold shoulders over the years. Today was considered mild," Ye Yun chuckled freely, not caring.
Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Ye Yun asked.
"Mengyao, is Meng Hao really planning to marry Wu Qian?"
"Pretty much. My mom and Meng Hao both really liked Wu Qian. Now that Wu Qian is pregnant with Meng Hao's child, and Mom and Dad have your five million, they don't lack money. I think this is almost certain," Li Mengyao said, somewhat dazed.
"I see you don't seem to like Wu Qian?" Ye Yun continued.
"Does it matter if I don't like her? Honestly, Ye Yun, a normal person wouldn't like that Wu Qian, would they? That smog-blue hair, she looks like a streetwalker."
"I just don't know what kind of love potion Wu Qian has given Meng Hao. Although Meng Hao usually says he doesn't care, I know very well that in front of Wu Qian, Meng Hao is like a puppy. He wouldn't dare to disobey."
"So, I can't say this, and I shouldn't," Li Mengyao murmured.
"I see," Ye Yun thought for a moment, agreeing that it made sense.
"Alright, alright, I hope Meng Hao and his family can be happy in... Ah!"
As Li Mengyao spoke, a loud bang suddenly came from the right side of the car, startling her.
Her expression then changed drastically!
She realized the car had just been scratched!
Li Mengyao and Ye Yun got out of the car. Indeed,
a delivery electric scooter lay next to their Lamborghini. On the ground beside it, a Meituan delivery driver sat in panic.
Just now, he had run a red light and, not paying attention, had directly hit the car from the side.
By sheer coincidence, he had hit the junction between the right front and right rear doors, damaging both doors at once.
The brand-new Urus door was dented, like a gash across the face of a peerless beauty.
Ugly!
Disfigured!
Regrettable!
Causing immense sorrow.
The delivery driver was a middle-aged man with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. He stared at the car door with panic, his aged face ashen, his lips trembling with fright.
"Holy crap! That logo? Lamborghini?"
Exclamations erupted from the roadside.
The name Lamborghini instantly attracted a large crowd. Even some car owners from nearby got out and stopped to watch.
"It really is a Lamborghini, and it's the SUV model, Urus!"
"It's got a temporary license plate, so this must be a new car!"
"Good heavens, this family of three looks so young, they must be second-generation rich!"
"Definitely, the wife is so beautiful, the husband must be very wealthy."
"Damn, why are you guys still looking at his wife! A Lamborghini with a temporary plate probably doesn't have insurance. This old man is going to have to pay dearly!"
"Exactly, with both doors like this, repairing a Lamborghini would cost at least 200,000!"
"200,000? How can this old man afford that? This car owner is so rich, I say let it go."
"Are you a bleeding heart, or what? The car owner has a Lamborghini with a temporary plate, it's definitely not insured. The old man ran a red light and hit it, so he's entirely at fault. How can he afford it?"
Even though Jinling was a renowned city in China, luxury cars like the Urus were still rare, no wonder they attracted a large crowd.
Especially since it was only past eight o'clock in the evening, when there were the most people.
Luxury car, scratch, old delivery man, poor person...
Every word that leaked out was a surefire hot topic.
What was initially a simple traffic accident immediately escalated into a conflict between wealth and poverty.
The old delivery man was already very flustered. Hearing the surrounding discussions, he became even more frightened, collapsing on the ground, not daring to get up for a moment.
He looked at Ye Yun with eyes full of supplication, fear, dread, confusion, and a plea for help, a mixture of emotions.
Ye Yun frowned as he saw the many onlookers taking out their phones to record and heard the surrounding discussions.
He realized that if this matter was not handled well, it would have a huge impact on him and even his family.
In this world, there were plenty of people who resented the rich.
His rich experiences made him understand that public opinion in China inherently favored the weaker party.
Right or wrong became insignificant in the face of such a huge wealth gap.
Even if the rich person was in the right, netizens would still sympathize with the weaker party and come at them with "low class" bullying.
If the rich person was in the wrong... Heh, then your ancestors for eighteen generations would be dug up and criticized.
They would even speculate if their vast wealth was ill-gotten.
The spark generated by the friction between the rich and the poor, the dominant and the disadvantaged groups.
Let alone someone like him now, even Yao Ke Group in the future might not be able to withstand it!
This was the power of public opinion.
Thinking of this, Ye Yun took a deep breath and handed Ke Ke to his wife.
"Mengyao, hurry up and get Ke Ke in the car. Don't show yourselves. I'll handle this."
Mengyao finally came to her senses. Helpless, she quickly took Ke Ke and hid in the back seat.
With his wife and daughter in the car, Ye Yun moved.
As he moved, the crowd stirred, and countless cameras pointed at him.
Ye Yun walked up to the old delivery driver and looked down at him.
"What does he want?"
"He's not going to hit him, is he!"
"Possibly! Whose heart wouldn't have anger after their new car was damaged like this!"
"Damn! Is there no law anymore? If this kid makes a move, we'll all go up and teach him a lesson!"
"Film it, film it well, this is big news. Upload it to Douyin later, it'll be a hot topic!"
"Rich and willful, do you think this rich second-generation guy will beat up this old man, then throw a stack of cash in his face and tell him to get lost?"
"???? Are you watching too many brainless dramas? These rich people are just rich, not crazy. Beat him up, then pay him off? That's ridiculous!"
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Yun raised his foot, and the whole crowd gasped, many letting out a low hum.
Their pupils dilated, their eyes fixed on the scene, unwilling to miss even a single detail.
Some people closed their eyes in fear, as if dreading the imminent scene of violence.