Chapter 59: Song Li's Confidence Swells

"Hahaha, He Haoxuan, why didn't you drive your BMW X7 here today? Is the rental too expensive, are you reluctant to keep renting it?" Li Dasong laughed excitedly.

It seemed Ma Rong was right, Li Qingying didn't actually have the money to buy a BMW X7—they were renting it.

As Li Qingying walked inside, she replied, "Our car is in for maintenance."

"Li Qingying, you're good at making things up. If you don't have it, just admit it. Maintenance, really? If you're so capable, have that loser bring the BMW over again this afternoon," Li Dasong sneered, remembering the license plate number: 68888.

Li Dong and his wife arrived at the BMW dealership and immediately informed the staff they needed repairs for their BMW X7.

At first, the employees didn’t pay much attention. But when they saw the familiar plate "68888," they were stunned, rushing over to serve them and even notified the boss.

Seeing so many people swarming over, Song Li was startled. "What's going on here? I'm not asking for free repairs; I'll pay. Let me tell you, my daughter is a senior executive at Baili Group—she’s quite powerful, not someone you can afford to offend."

"Yes, yes, miss, we dare not," the employees nodded desperately.

They weren’t joking; just yesterday, their boss nearly knelt to the owner of this car. How could they dare offend her?

"Alright, then hurry up and fix it. I need to drive it home soon." Song Li felt reassured now that they weren't here to cause trouble.

It seemed her daughter’s half-year tenure as Baili Group’s general manager had made her reputation spread far and wide—no one dared cross her now.

In the future, if anyone dared look down on her, she’d invoke her daughter’s name to scare them out of their wits.

The employees replied miserably, "Miss, that’s not possible."

"Why not? Don’t get lazy! My daughter’s so capable, and if you anger us, you’ll bear the consequences," Song Li snapped.

"Your car was badly damaged; you definitely won’t be able to pick it up today—it’ll be ready tomorrow," the employee explained.

If it weren’t for the owner’s status, would we even bother? The employees grumbled inwardly.

Li Dong saw Song Li about to lose her temper and quickly pulled her back. "Honey, don’t get upset. They need time to repair it properly. Tomorrow is fine."

"Hmph, at least you know your place. I’ll be here first thing in the morning," Song Li said. "And since my daughter is so powerful, you’d better give us the lowest possible discount."

"Miss, it’ll be ready tomorrow morning. We’ll install new parts this afternoon, polish and repaint it; it should be done by tomorrow," the employee said, glancing at the battered front end and shaking his head. Bought yesterday, already wrecked today—who knows what kind of driving skills that is.

"As for the discount, we're just employees. Only the boss can decide," he added, shrinking back from Song Li’s murderous glare.

Just then, the boss called out from behind, "Don’t worry, I’m the owner here. There’s no need to pay the repair costs—my word is final."

"Really?" Song Li turned to look at the boss.

"Of course," he said, nodding furiously at the sight of the license plate. He guessed these were the owner's relatives.

"Madam, may I ask how you’re related to Li Qingying?" the boss inquired carefully. He remembered He Haoxuan saying Li Qingying was his wife.

"She’s my daughter. What, have you heard of her?" Song Li said, puffing her chest with pride.

"Yes, yes," the boss nodded vigorously. "President Li is so impressive—how could I not have heard of her? Rest assured, leave the car here, and you can come inspect it first thing tomorrow. It’ll be as good as new."

Song Li nodded with satisfaction. "That's great. Boss, you’d better work hard. When the time comes, I’ll put in a good word for you with my daughter."

"Really? Wonderful!" The boss slapped his thigh in excitement.

The repairs would cost about ten thousand, but currying favor would be much more valuable to him.

With this in mind, the boss immediately handed his business card to Song Li. "If you ever need anything, just call me."

He knew Song Li herself wouldn’t need much—her son-in-law was worth hundreds of millions, after all. But he was eager to cozy up to their family; it would be good for him.

"Alright, we’re leaving," Song Li said, getting more excited by the minute.

Her daughter was becoming more and more formidable—even the BMW dealership owner had to give her face and waive the fees.

Outside, Li Dong asked in confusion, "Honey, something feels off to me."

"What’s off?" Song Li asked.

"Think about it—last night you crashed into someone, and not only did they not ask you to pay, they said they'd compensate us. Where would you find such nice people? And today, we get free repairs? It doesn’t add up," Li Dong said, scratching his head.

Song Li snorted, "Li Dong, do you think our daughter is as useless as you? Now, the moment people hear her name, they scramble to curry favor. Look: All-Grid Trading, Starlight Club, last night and today—who didn’t tremble at the mention of her name?"

"I’m telling you, our daughter is amazing. Tonight, when we get home, we need to persuade her to divorce that loser He Haoxuan. The old man’s vanished anyway, and she doesn’t like him. If she’s single, there’ll be even richer young men pursuing her—I’ll be spoiled for choice," Song Li said, her excitement growing.

"Sigh, I don’t think He Haoxuan is that bad. He’s just unemployed and a bit poor," Li Dong mused. He thought of He Haoxuan’s behavior over the past few months in the Li family; it was decent enough. And he was just as handsome as Li Dong himself—he could score high marks.

Not long after Song Li and Li Dong left, He Haoxuan arrived on his electric scooter.

The BMW dealership owner, seeing him like that, nearly choked in frustration.

Damn it, just because you’re rich, do you get to play the fool, riding a scooter to act low-key?

Especially now, with He Haoxuan in beach shorts and slippers, exuding swagger—he looked so cocky that the owner felt like beating him up.

So, the owner rushed over, bowing and smiling obsequiously, "Mr. He, hello!"

"Boss, I’d like to buy another BMW X7. Do you have any in stock?" He Haoxuan asked.

"We do—one just arrived," the owner replied instantly.

"Good. Call Ma Xiaozhi over and let her handle my commission," He Haoxuan nodded.

Ma Xiaozhi, who had been in a daze since yesterday, hadn’t recovered yet. Now she heard the boss say that Mr. He was buying another BMW X7, and she’d be serving him again.

That meant another thirty or forty thousand in commission for her?