Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Chapter 832 - 320: Toying with Wang Manman’s Suitor (Part 2)

"Money only becomes money when it’s spent; if it’s not spent, it’s just cold numbers in a bank account."Of course, children don’t understand these words spoken by adults.

They were just focused on eating heartily.

After finishing the meal, Sun Dasheng offered to take her, and Nan Nan was delighted, hugging his arm and saying, "Thank you, Uncle Sun."

Nan Nan is attending elementary school this year, at a world-renowned private school.

The students in this school are either wealthy or noble; basically, they come from rich families, or their families are both rich and powerful.

So, Sun Dasheng’s Rolls-Royce wasn’t very eye-catching among this crowd.

Because there were just too many luxury cars at the school gate, various brands from those worth 7 million to tens of millions.

Every famous luxury car you can name is there.

Just as he finished dropping off the child and was about to turn and leave, a voice suddenly called out behind him.

It was someone named Wang Manman.

Sun Dasheng looked over and saw the other was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He had a Mediterranean hairstyle, wore a shirt as a top, and suit pants below, with a shiny Chanel logo on his belt.

The man trotted quickly over.

He enthusiastically greeted Wang Manman, "Mommy Nan Nan, you’re here to drop off your child too? Haven’t seen you in a while, it was usually the nanny. How come you came personally today?"

Wang Manman looked at him, frowning slightly.

She thought, why did I always have the nanny drop off instead of coming myself, don’t you know?

Turns out, this man was the father of her daughter’s classmate.

They had gotten acquainted during the daily school drop-offs and pickups.

Initially, she thought it was nothing to just say hi since their kids were in the same class.

But then she realized this man had other thoughts about her.

After noticing it keenly, she reduced her personal trips to pick up and drop off her daughter.

For the most part, the nanny handled it.

While Sun Dasheng didn’t know the details, he could still tell there was something off with just one glance.

Well, how could he not, given he’s a seasoned player in the field of romance?

In this area, the Mediterranean couldn’t even polish his shoes, there was no way to get past Sun Dasheng’s eagle eye.

So, he naturally put an arm around Wang Manman’s waist intimately, "Manman, who is this guy? What’s his relationship with you?"

Wang Manman’s face showed a bit of panic, fearing that Sun Dasheng might misunderstand.

She quickly explained, "This man is just the father of a classmate from Nan Nan’s class. We’ve only run into each other a few times at the school gate when picking up the kids, just a nodding acquaintance, that’s all."

However, the Mediterranean misunderstood this explanation.

His first reaction upon seeing Sun Dasheng was: This guy must be a gigolo.

He couldn’t help it; Sun Dasheng looked too young, too handsome, and with such a great physique, it was easy to misinterpret him as a male model from some club.

Stereotypes can be deadly.

So he started to speak with a mocking tone, "Mommy Nan Nan, you better be careful. I recently heard numerous stories of male models in clubs swindling their patrons.

Many rich women have been deceived, some for millions, even tens of millions. So you better watch out."

Wang Manman looked at him strangely, wondering why he was telling this to her.

How did male models in clubs deceiving rich women have anything to do with her?

While Wang Manman didn’t get it, Mr. Sun immediately caught the implication.

Oh, wow!

He thinks I’m a club male model.

Interesting, truly interesting.

This is too funny.

Seeing the opposite party staying silent.

Mediterranean looked bewildered and said, "Mommy Nan Nan, is there anything wrong with what I said? I’m just kindly reminding you to be wary and not get scammed."

Seeing his oily demeanor, Wang Manman almost threw up on the spot.

She initially wanted to directly tell him the truth, that this was her man.

But who knew Sun Dasheng beside her suddenly got playful.

He gently patted her and whispered in her ear, "Don’t say anything, let me mess with him a bit. Just nod to whatever I say.

Understand?"

Wang Manman nodded knowingly.

Sun Dasheng smiled and asked the Mediterranean, "Uncle, how old are you?"

With just one sentence, Sun Dasheng managed to make Mediterranean jump in anger.

"Uncle, who are you calling uncle?

I’m only in my thirties, okay? At most, I’m your elder brother by generation.

Young man, people in your line of work are usually quite perceptive. What’s going on with you?"

Sun Dasheng grinned, saying, "Maybe I’m just lucky. I haven’t been in this line for long, but I’ve already met my dear sister."

As he spoke, he kept making flirtatious moves, causing the Mediterranean opposite him to be envious, wishing he could trade places.

Mediterranean intentionally sighed, "You’re so young, with arms and legs, why not take a decent job? Either drive for rideshare or deliver meals, people would respect you for that.

But you chose to be a man who lives off a woman, the most looked down upon position.

Does your family even know you’re doing this?"

Sun Dasheng rebutted confidently, "What’s wrong with living off a woman?

Who says young people must drive for rideshare or deliver meals?

Can’t I choose a more relaxing job?"

The Mediterranean was so angered by his shamelessness that he laughed.

Pointing at Wang Manman, he said, "See? This is the kind of guy you’ve found, a gigolo.

This type of lazy, unambitious man.

One day, he will run off with all your money."

Sun Dasheng wasn’t having that, "What are you talking about?

Dare to say such things right in front of me?

Do you know, I’m a gigolo with professional ethics?

How could I ever run off with my dear sister’s family wealth?

You’re overthinking it; if you don’t believe me, ask her if I would."

The Mediterranean was shocked by his audacity and shamelessness.

He immediately looked towards Wang Manman, hoping to get the answer he wanted from her.

To his disappointment, Wang Manman nodded in agreement, "He’s right; I trust him completely."

The Mediterranean looked frustrated, as if hating iron for not turning into steel.

"You’re just blinded, one day you’ll regret this.

As a single woman with a child, even if you have some savings left, you should find a capable man to rely on.

Not to mention running off to find a man who lives off women.

How long can your family resources last like this?

Women should think about their future, even if not for yourself, you should consider your child’s future, right?"

"Is the capable reliable man you’re talking about yourself?" Sun Dasheng deliberately exaggerated his tone.

The Mediterranean man’s little scheme was exposed, and he got somewhat flustered.

Frustrated, he said, "So what if it is me?

Aren’t I a thousand times better than you?

A man like me is dependable.

You, a gigolo, are good for nothing.

All you can do is use your face to lure those foolish rich women."

The Mediterranean man got carried away and didn’t control his mouth.

When he saw Wang Manman’s not-so-friendly expression, his heart skipped: Oh no, said the wrong thing.

He hurriedly went over to explain, "When I mentioned foolish rich women just now, I didn’t mean you; don’t misunderstand."

Sun Dasheng knocked away the offending hand, his expression suddenly shifted, no longer resembling the greasy gigolo earlier, "Alright, we’ve messed with you long enough, time to tell you the truth.

She’s no rich woman, and I’m no gigolo.

The real situation is: I’m a domineering wealthy CEO, the handsome domineering type.

And she’s just one of my harem. Now, do you get it?

We were just joking with you."

The Mediterranean man turned pale, as if they were joking with him.

"No way? Impossible." He mumbled, looking at Wang Manman, hoping to get a denial from her.

To his surprise, Wang Manman coldly nodded at him, completely extinguishing his last hope.