Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

Pei Jianjun hurried around to the back seat, bowed his back to open the door, and even deliberately held his hand over the top of the door frame for fear that Pei Yunxiao might hit his head while getting out. His posture was more respectful than when serving the masters of the Song family.

”Young Master Pei! You’re finally here!”

”Young Master Pei’s status! A private driver in a maybach, that’s so high-society!”

”Following Young Master Pei really gives one face. This manor, this luxury car—it’s truly an eye-opener!”

Compliments flooded in like a tide. Sitting in the car and hearing these words, Pei Yunxiao’s smile almost reached his ears.

He straightened his suit cuffs—this dark gray suit was a high-end custom piece Song Zhiwei had ordered for him last year. The fabric alone was imported cashmere, and with the hand-stitching, the set cost over 800,000 yuan.

Previously, he had been reluctant to wear it, but today he specifically dug it out to keep up appearances. It wasn’t easy wearing a wool suit on such a hot day.

He took a deep breath, assumed an arrogant posture, and slowly stepped out of the car, raising his hand to gesture for everyone to settle down: ”Everyone is being too kind. It’s just a car for getting around, no need to make a fuss.”

As soon as he said this, the compliments grew even louder.

A student union official from Jiang University quickly stepped forward to offer a cigarette: ”Young Master Pei is so low-key! If this is just a car for getting around, then we’re riding broken bicycles!”

Two young teachers from Jiang University also smiled and chimed in: ”Young Master Pei is young and promising. We might have to rely on your care in the future.”

Even the few tattooed hoodlums restrained their aggression and approached, bowing and scraping: ”Young Master Pei, if you need anything in the future, just give us a shout. We’ll be there whenever you call!”

Seeing her son being so complimented from afar, Wang Cuihua immediately forgot the unpleasantness of being rebuffed by Song Zhiwei. She hurried over to welcome him, not forgetting to pull Song Zhiwei’s arm: ”Zhiwei, come with me to welcome Young Master Pei! With so many guests here, don’t lose your manners!”

”You want me, the Eldest Miss of the Song Family, to go welcome a servant’s son?” Song Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, the mockery in her tone undisguised. ”Nanny Wang, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten your place, and you’ve also forgotten whose home this is.”

Zhang Fan stood to the side, watching Pei Jianjun’s forced appearance and Pei Yunxiao’s posturing. He complained in his heart: ”Good grief, they’re really going all out to flex. He’s even using his own father as a servant. This move is too ridiculous, even more magical than the plots in those short dramas!”

Pei Yunxiao didn’t see Song Zhiwei in the manor. He had specifically not invited her for fear that she would undermine him again like she did at Zhanghua Mountain Villa.

At this moment, surrounded by compliments, he was feeling light-headed. He raised his hand to signal for silence: ”Everyone has waited a long time. There was a bit of a traffic jam just now. Why is everyone standing outside? Come, follow me in. Drinks and snacks have been prepared inside!”

Saying that, he led the way toward the villa entrance, still calculating how he would show off ”his family’s manor” in a bit and how he would make those who once doubted him see him in a new light.

But when he reached the main door of the villa and reached out to press the fingerprint lock, a line of red text suddenly popped up on the screen: ”Fingerprint verification failed, please try again.”

Pei Yunxiao’s smile instantly froze on his face. Thinking he had used the wrong finger, he switched to another one, but the screen still showed the same prompt: ”Fingerprint verification failed.”