Mrs. Fu glanced at Rosalie with a puzzled expression. Who is this girl? She looks flashy but shallow.
At that moment, Zoey covered her mouth and giggled. "That country bumpkin Celia is only good for taking the bus. Unlike our Rosalie, who rolls around in a six-million-dollar Ferrari. I bet Celia's never even seen one up close."
Rosalie chimed in, feigning sympathy, "Zoey, don't say that. Poor Cici's life is hard enough already~"
The two sang in harmony, but Mrs. Fu's expression turned icy.
Are these girls mocking my daughter-in-law? Do they think Celia has no one to back her up? Do they think her in-laws are dead?
Mocking Celia for not owning a Ferrari?
Mrs. Fu walked away without saying a word, but her expression was determined. She turned to her butler, Mr. Foster, and maid, Mrs. Zhou. "Arrange a Ferrari for Celia immediately. Use my son's card. He has more than enough money—don't feel bad about it. And don't get a cheap one—get the most expensive you can find!"
Mr. Foster responded at once, "Yes, Madam."
Mrs. Fu still felt it wasn't enough. No, my Cici has to stand out even more!
Celia stepped out of CC's building after work, bag in hand. She spotted Rosalie and Zoey still loitering around—they were clearly waiting to mock her.
Rosalie twirled her Ferrari key in her hand and beeped her luxury car. "Cici, this is my brand-new sports car. My parents just bought it for me. You don't need to take the bus today—I'll give you a ride."
Celia glanced at the sleek vehicle, bought by Su Changrong and Li Lan—the parents who had long since forgotten who their real daughter was.
Let it go, she thought.
Just as she was about to respond, a loud bang! exploded in the sky—vibrant fireworks lit up the air.
At the same moment, Mr. Foster and Mrs. Zhou unfolded a huge banner on either side of the sidewalk.
It read: "Cici Baby, Mommy Will Spoil You!"
Celia's forehead twitched. What on earth…
"Cici!" Mrs. Fu came jogging over, beaming with joy as she shoved a car key into Celia's hand. "Cici baby, guess what this is?"
Celia looked down and saw the key to a flashy red Ferrari parked by the curb. The sleek lines and unmistakable luxury made heads turn up and down the street.
Rosalie's pupils contracted the moment she saw the car. It was newer, flashier, and even more customized than hers.
Zoey's jaw dropped. "Oh my God, how much does that cost?!"
"Not much, not much," Mrs. Fu said breezily. "Just about double yours—twelve million."
Rosalie staggered a step. No way… It must be a fake. A Ferrari that expensive? From a scar-faced nobody?
Celia must've robbed a bank!
"Cici, come on, let's drive home!" Mrs. Fu said cheerfully, pulling Celia by the hand.
As they passed Rosalie, Mrs. Fu paused and offered a sly smile.
"Your family's been selling tea for generations, right? No wonder they raised such a refined… tea master."
Rosalie: "…"
This wicked old woman!
Mrs. Fu practically dragged Celia into the car. "Come on, get in. Try driving this beauty, see how it feels."
Celia didn't expect Mrs. Fu to actually show up after work—and definitely didn't expect her to drop a luxury sports car into her hands. What's Nathaniel going to say when he finds out…?
"Mom… I really can't accept this car."
"Take it! If others have it, my Cici must have it too. Mom won't let you lose out to anyone."