I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 781 - 461 Canary Dressed Lightly, Just Because I’m Older, You Call Me Fat?_3

Right after that, they watched as Liew Menglu slid into the driver's seat. When she opened the car door, she suavely said, "Let's meet up again next time, ladies."

The group stared, expressions complicated.

They suddenly realized that Liew Menglu's earlier "outrageous claims" seemed perfectly reasonable—just the worth of this sports car alone outvalued that guy's entire wardrobe many times over.

A man who could afford something like this—his net worth, billions? Even tens of billions?

The thought was inconceivable, simply inconceivable.

For a moment, they were somewhat relieved they hadn't dissed Liew Menglu earlier, but at the same time, felt a pang of sympathy for Zhong Yitong.

A girl who got along quite well with Zhong Yitong approached her, comforting softly, "Yitong, it seems like Menglu wasn't exaggerating. That car costs two million."

"Ah, right, yeah, I think so."

Zhong Yitong had long since lost the will to fight, shrinking from humiliation, wishing she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

.....

Inside the 911, Hou Qianqian sat in the passenger seat, teasing, "Menglu, why the sudden change in temperament today? Normally, you would've slapped her face left and right by now."

Liew Menglu responded with an easy smile, "If you slap the clown the moment they jump out, what's the fun in that? You gotta let them prance around a bit more—it makes it all the more satisfying when you strike. Also, remember this, Qianqian: verbal comebacks are weak and fleeting; actions—actions are the most powerful form of revenge."

Hou Qianqian pursed her lips. She wanted so badly to make such showy displays in public too, but alas, she didn't own a Porsche 911, nor did she have a man like Shen Yuan.

Her own mediocrity was hard enough to stomach, but seeing her girlfriends' success—it was absolutely suffocating!

"By the way, is there really no chance you'll reconcile with Nana?" Hou Qianqian asked again.

Liew Menglu shook her head. "When clothes tear and holes form, no matter how much you sew them, they'll never be as they once were. Sometimes it's better to simply not fix them."

"Do you regret it, then?"

"No regrets. There's just a little guilt, and a bit of remorse for losing our friendship, you know? After all, she was my closest girlfriend, practically like a sister."

Hou Qianqian's mouth twitched slightly. Yeah, right, as if she'd believe that!

Liew Menglu added, "Honestly, the way things are between us now works pretty well. I don't bring her up, she doesn't bring me up—we each just take care of our own business."

"....."

After dropping Hou Qianqian off at her place, Liew Menglu was preparing to drive back to Puyue Bay when her phone rang—it was Qiao Lei calling.

As soon as she picked up, Qiao Lei couldn't wait to say, "How about hot pot tonight? I bought so many goodies—beef tendon balls, shrimp paste, fatty beef, tripe…."

"Wait, why hot pot again?" Liew Menglu interrupted.

"What else would we eat? Plus, I bought Hai Di Lao's hot pot base. It's crazy good!"

"....."

Liew Menglu was speechless. Their Puyue Bay team had agreed to host dinners every two days, rotating responsibilities, and this time it was Qiao Lei's turn to cook.

Whenever it was her turn, Liew Menglu and Long Jinghan would prepare four or five dishes, spending at least an hour or two in the kitchen. But when it came to Qiao Lei—she'd simply opt for hot pot every single time, shamelessly cutting corners.

"Can we not do hot pot next time?"

The other end paused for a moment before replying, "Alright, how about dry pot next time then?"

"....."

Liew Menglu knew better than to argue with someone like Qiao Lei. Frustrated at her laziness, she chastised, "All you know is how to eat, eat, eat. If it's not hot pot, then it's dry pot. Just look at how much weight you've packed on!"

Qiao Lei shot back immediately, "Who are you calling fat? My chest is just slightly bigger than yours, that's all! How can you call me fat?"

Liew Menglu snorted, "We measured last time, and you still won't admit it?"

Qiao Lei raised her voice, "That's only because your frame is bigger than mine—so yeah, maybe by two centimeters. But if we're talking strictly cup size, you'd definitely lose!"

"Stubborn like a dead duck."

Not wanting to keep debating, Liew Menglu changed the subject, "All you ever think about is eating. No sense of urgency, I swear. I heard yesterday that two vixens showed up at Silver Lake Bay—they've practically drained Shen Yuan dry. And here you are, still obsessed with hot pot."

Qiao Lei froze. "Silver Lake Bay? What's that?"

"You idiot, Shen Yuan moved into a new house—don't you even know that?"