Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"This is settled then, you have to bring it back for me this New Year, it's decided."

"Well... alright."

Jiang Siming had no choice but to agree. Bringing his girlfriend home was easy, the only dilemma was which one to bring...

"Alright, go on and enjoy yourself, by the way, I have to tell you, the construction team you hired is too professional but also too expensive. They've used all foreign imports for our house, and it's already cost over 3 million. Maybe you should stop them, this money is too much." Jiang's father said with a sigh.

Principal Wang had helped hire a top-tier construction team to work in Yunnan for Jiang's father. Their design concepts were very advanced, but equally costly.

Jiang Siming laughed, "Don't worry, Dad, I've already paid them off. Let them do whatever they want, as long as it looks good, it'll make my wedding more impressive in the future, right?"

"That's true, but what about the five million you owe me? Should I transfer it to your account? We don't really need that much money at home."

"No need, you keep it for yourself or buy a car for Uncle, you can use it however you like, just don't get involved with anything illegal." Jiang Siming replied.

Jiang's father spat and laughed, "I'm your dad, do I need you to teach me?"

He then greeted the other family members, telling them he'd be back in a while because his little sister had her high school entrance exam soon.

Jiang Siming ended the call.

He no longer felt sleepy and decided it was time to get up to pick up Li Yingzi and Zhao Xuan for the holidays.

"Get up, little lazy pig." Jiang Siming lifted the blanket and slapped Wang Xinyi's little butt.

Although they had been together for a while, Wang Xinyi was still shy. She blushed as she got up to find her bra, only to realize Jiang Siming had it in his hand.

The two of them played around for a while in the bedroom, then went out and happened to see Yin Zhirou, who had come to wake them up.

"Did you get tired last night? Why are you up so late today?"

This was Yin Zhirou speaking to Wang Xinyi, as Jiang Siming was tough and wouldn't be tired.

"Zhirou, are you picking on me too? Tonight, when it's your turn to serve, just wait and see how I'll tease you tomorrow!" Wang Xinyi said with a flushed face.

"Alright, let's go downstairs and eat. Darling, after breakfast, you need to hurry and bring both of us over. It's a shame YoonA has work and can't come, or else it would be lively at home. But four people are perfect for playing Mahjong." Yin Zhirou said expectantly.

"The Mahjong table is in the entertainment room on the third floor, do you want to play up there?" Wang Xinyi asked, also eager to try.

Jiang Siming heard this and tossed his hand, heading upstairs. "I'll bring it down for you."

"It's really heavy, Senior, let us help you," Wang Xinyi said.

The electric Mahjong table was indeed heavy, at least a hundred kilograms.

Jiang Siming chuckled. As a foundation-level expert, if he couldn't move a Mahjong table, it would be better to crash into a tofu block and die.

Soon, Jiang Siming easily carried the Mahjong table downstairs, with the two women following behind, admiring him.

"Put it here?"

"Yes, yes, this spot is the best, it's well-ventilated and we can watch TV."

The two women directed, and Jiang Siming set the Mahjong table in place.

After breakfast, Jiang Siming drove his Rolls-Royce Wraith to pick up his wife.

Recently, Jiang Siming had been enjoying driving this car. It had a high status, and the sedan was much more comfortable than a sports car.

Sports cars had very small spaces and were very low, and with Jiang Siming's tall build, driving one was uncomfortable.

The sedan, however, was comfortable and stylish.

And the key thing was that it was a Rolls-Royce, which spoke for itself.

As he drove, Jiang Siming noticed that as soon as he approached the area near the school, there were many traffic police maintaining order.

It was already 8:30, and the annual college entrance exam was about to begin.

This was the busiest time for traffic police, as they had to manage traffic flow while keeping an eye on the vehicles, and sometimes even help the exam candidates with issues.

Many media outlets were at the scene, not wanting to miss the opportunity to ride the wave of this annual hot-news moment.

However, they didn't dare interview the students for fear of disturbing them and only dared to interview the parents waiting outside.

At times like this, honking near the school is absolutely prohibited. Honking isn't just about getting points deducted; you might even get a few days of detention.

So, even though the traffic was heavy, Jiang Siming obediently queued up and drove.

Vehicles around him kept a wide distance from his car, afraid that if their brakes failed, they might crash into it, as messing with a luxury car was no joke.

There had been a news story before about a young man driving a van, cutting in front of a Rolls-Royce, and crashing into it. He had to pay over 2 million in compensation.

At the time, the young man and his father were so scared they almost had a heart attack. Thankfully, the Rolls-Royce owner saw their fear and eventually forgave them the compensation.

So, it's always best to stay far away from luxury cars.

Jiang Siming didn't care about the stares around him and leisurely watched the large group of parents at the school gate. Seeing their expectant looks as they sent their children inside, Jiang Siming thought back to his high school days.

His father, mother, and grandparents had all come together to cheer him on. No matter how hot the sun, they stayed at the gate, unwilling to leave, just hoping their grandson would do well on the exam.

Of course, Jiang Siming didn't disappoint them and, as expected, was admitted to Fudan University.

This year, Jiang Wanwan was taking her high school entrance exam, and the whole family planned to "tour" outside the middle school, just like a vacation.

Thinking about it made Jiang Siming smile. He wondered if his little sister would be nervous.

Just then, Jiang Siming heard a sharp scream behind him.

He turned around and saw a young girl riding a bicycle, going too fast, her front wheel unstable, wobbling toward his Rolls-Royce.

Bang!

The bike's wheel really did make contact with the rear of Jiang Siming's car.

The girl fell to the ground, and so did the bicycle.

Wow!

Now, the surrounding drivers were watching the spectacle with great interest.

Someone actually dared to crash into a Rolls-Royce, and on a bicycle no less?

Jiang Siming got out of the car to check on his beloved vehicle.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to... I was in a hurry to take the exam... I was going too fast, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."

The girl realized she was in big trouble when she saw the car's license plate, which she had only seen on TV.

"This car must be worth over 10 million, right? It's a Rolls-Royce."

"Indeed, if the paint got scratched, it would probably cost hundreds of thousands."

"Yeah, this kid was really careless. I wonder if the parents are wealthy."

...

Hearing the surrounding drivers gossiping, the young girl was scared, crying and apologizing to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming didn't say anything. He took a tissue from the car and handed it to her.

"I'm not asking you to pay for it, you didn't damage anything, so why are you scared? Stop crying and wipe your tears."

In fact, she hadn't damaged anything; she had just bumped it lightly, leaving a bit of dirt, and everyone mistakenly thought she had scratched it.