Chapter 14: Ferrari 812 GTS
Chapter 14: Ferrari 812 GTS
At seven o’clock the next morning, the two awoke. Defeated, Daria was sore all over. Gao Yun spent some time stretching and loosening her muscles before getting out of bed to prepare breakfast.
He toasted whole wheat bread to a golden crisp on both sides, made six egg whites fried with black pepper and rose salt, and served a large portion of vegetable and shrimp salad dressed with apple cider vinegar and honey, accompanied by five hundred milliliters of hot milk.
Low salt, low carb, low fat, high protein—this was Gao Yun’s typical dietary style, the only way to maintain a lean body fat percentage of nine percent for so long.
“I didn’t expect you’d remember my taste, darling.”
Gao Yun was touched, wrapping his arms around Daria and giving her a deep kiss. Old flames indeed—new lovers never know what you want to eat. But with millions in rewards, money was no object to him; it was no big deal.
“You language learner, hurry and eat,” Daria said, feigning annoyance as she pushed him away and started eating on her own.
Still harboring some resentment, she thought this man had been despicable, taking advantage of her weakness yesterday, making her the one to initiate reconciliation.
Gao Yun chuckled and transferred two hundred thousand yuan via WeChat while eating, saying, “Pay off your credit card first, then come with me to look at a car.”
Marrying a man means marrying the whole package—clothing, food, and shelter—an eternal truth. Gao Yun was never stingy with his woman.
Many girls don’t admit it openly, but their actions and subconscious betray them.
Had it been one of Gao Yun’s other ex-girlfriends in this situation, they might have refused at first, even gotten angry at feeling insulted—after all, two hundred thousand yuan is no small sum.
But most would eventually find countless excuses to accept the money after Gao Yun’s persistent persuasion and self-assurance.
Russian women, however, by nature are different. They don’t shy away like girls back home. They consider their man’s money a matter of course and feel no embarrassment.
Perhaps before a relationship is confirmed, Russian girls might split the bill on dates, but only when they haven’t decided to pursue you or aren’t interested. If you like a Russian girl and want to court her, never split the bill.
Of course, there are exceptions—in more economically developed European countries, many couples or even spouses practice splitting expenses. Gao Yun had glimpsed this with German and British girls he’d met.
Daria accepted the transfer and asked, “I remember you bought a new car just last year. You’re changing again? What kind?”
Gao Yun sensed the implication behind her words and thought to himself that even straightforward Daria had started playing mind games.
“A car isn’t as good as before, but a person isn’t as good as old times.”
Daria smiled and asked, “What about your very first love?”
Gao Yun felt no stir of emotion. He pulled up a picture of a sports car from an automotive website and handed it to Daria, skillfully changing the subject.
“How about this?”
Daria’s expression showed surprise. “Ferrari?”
Among many sports car brands—Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Porsche, Rolls-Royce—Gao Yun had considered brand, price, design, handling, and speed. He chose the 2020 Ferrari 812 GTS V12 Spider.
No purchase limits applied, and aside from money, no other conditions were required.
Most importantly, Gao Yun had just called the Ferrari dealer in Hangzhou to confirm that the car was in stock.
After breakfast, the two eagerly arranged a car viewing and arrived at the dealership half an hour later.
Since the start of summer in Hangzhou, the weather had turned persistently rainy. Arm in arm, they shared an umbrella as they stepped into the Ferrari showroom.
The staff and customers inside all brightened, surprised at the sight before them.
One could not deny that appearance, or outward image, really mattered—a great deal—in society.
Daria, a model, spent nearly all her income on her appearance. Just today’s outfit alone cost no less than one hundred thousand yuan: a latest season red Louis Vuitton coat, a red Hermès Constance handbag, and a pair of high heels from the Swedish luxury brand Bally.
Combined with her 181-centimeter statuesque figure, an angelic and exquisite face, and the noble yet cold aura honed by gymnastics and modeling, she attracted attention like a magnet.
The people inside whispered among themselves.
“That woman looks like some Hollywood star.”
“She looks like a supermodel—maybe from Victoria’s Secret?”
“The man next to her is quite handsome too.”
“Not many rich second-generation guys are this good-looking.”
Gao Yun wore the same clothes he had before leaving home—a military-style black trench coat that could not hide his strong, upright physique. His sculpted handsome face and stylish topknot gave him a unique presence, like a character from a comic book.
The only drawback was that compared to Daria, he was a bit short.
Daria, barefoot, was three centimeters taller than him. Now, sporting eight-centimeter heels, she towered nearly six centimeters above him, even though he cunningly wore height-increasing military boots.
Yet being shorter had its advantage—people tend to believe that if the woman in a couple is much taller or more attractive than the man, the man must be very wealthy.
It is a prejudice, but in most cases, it holds true.
At this moment, Gao Yun benefited from that bias.
“Sir, I can take the umbrella,” said a slightly plump salesman in a suit, hurrying over. With a round face and a polite bow, he took the umbrella from Gao Yun’s hand and placed it in the stand by the door. “I am Du Ping, the sales consultant manager. Do you have a preferred model? I can show you around.”
Gao Yun replied, “I called earlier. Where’s the 812 GTS? Just show me that one.”
Du Ping responded, “Oh, of course. Please, this way.”
The three approached the stunning, elegant beast.
The Ferrari 812 GTS was a hardtop convertible sports car, measuring 4693 mm long, 1971 mm wide, and 1278 mm tall, with a 2720 mm wheelbase. It was equipped with a 6.5-liter naturally aspirated V12 engine, accelerating from zero to 100 km/h in under three seconds, 0 to 200 km/h in 8.3 seconds, with a top speed exceeding 340 km/h.
The showroom’s 812 GTS was finished in metallic gray. Its slender proportions and sleek, sharp lines made the overall appearance flawless.
Ferrari didn’t require talk of fuel economy, soundproofing, or comfort. Just seeing the prancing horse emblem was enough.
Du Ping explained, “This is the first mass-produced front-engine V12 convertible Ferrari in fifty years. The base price is 5.3 million RMB. Without options, the on-road price is around 5.9 million RMB.”
“This display car is fully loaded with high-end options—wheels, calipers, electric seats, interior…”
Gao Yun circled the car, nodding in satisfaction. Interrupting the salesman, he said, “This one. What’s the final price? I’ll take it now.”
Du Ping thought a moment and said, “About 7.3 million RMB.”
“Ты уверен? (Are you sure?)” Daria suddenly spoke in Russian, looking at Gao Yun with a questioning gaze.
To improve his Russian faster, Gao Yun had decided to speak Russian with Daria after breakfast, a move that once made her doubt his true intentions and even sparked a small tantrum, leaving him speechless.
“Why not?” Gao Yun replied in Russian, then smiled at the salesman. “My girlfriend is a bit thirsty; could you get her a glass of water?”
“Of course, of course,” Du Ping nodded repeatedly and hurried off to fetch water.
Daria shrugged, “Seven point three million! You’re buying this car without a test drive? You haven’t even looked inside.”
“Yeah, you’re right! Come on, let’s get in and take a look.”
Gao Yun nodded thoughtfully and led Daria to the car, opening the passenger door for her before quickly climbing into the driver’s seat.
The classic black and red interior, the full carbon fiber trim, the Ferrari badge on the steering wheel—all thrilled Gao Yun’s nerves.
Grasping the steering wheel and seeing the tachometer peaking at ten thousand RPM, his heart surged. He pulled out his bank card and handed it to Du Ping, who had just returned with water.
“I’ll take it!”
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Signing the contract, making payment, getting insurance, registering temporary plates, paying taxes, vehicle inspection, joining the Ferrari owners’ WeChat group, and setting notifications to Do Not Disturb—thanks to the dealer’s efficient arrangement, within a single morning Gao Yun proudly acquired the Ferrari 812 GTS and learned its driving operations under staff guidance.
Indeed, although it was just a car and required the same driver’s license level, a luxury sports car like a Ferrari differed in operational details from an ordinary vehicle. Without proper training, even if you owned a Ferrari, you wouldn’t be able to drive it.
He mastered paddle shifting, memorized the functions and toggles of different driving modes, and grasped other basic controls.
Just then, the weather cooperated—the rain ceased, clouds cleared, and the sun shone brightly with gentle warmth.
Driving the car out of the showroom, Gao Yun lowered the convertible top, gripping the steering wheel, feeling moved under the warm sunlight.
Ferrari is said to be every man’s dream, but as a corporate drone, he had never imagined owning one himself.
So, dreams are worth having—what if they come true?
“Hello, please take a photo of us. Thank you.”
“Sure, no problem.”
Daria, having gotten out without him noticing, handed her phone to Du Ping and returned to the passenger seat.
“Strike a pose.” Daria swept her golden hair back, revealing her fair forehead, then pulled out two pairs of sunglasses from her bag—putting on one herself and handing the other to Gao Yun.
“Here’s a unisex pair. Wear it now; I’ll buy you another when we go shopping.”
Gao Yun put on the sunglasses, smiled at the rearview mirror, and said, “Not bad. It suits me.”
Daria glanced at him and smiled, “Not bad, my warrior. You look really cool now.”
“Hm? Cooler than last night?”
“Ha! Of course not. That was still better—well, actually, much better.”
Under the midday sun, the metallic gray, streamlined 812 GTS gleamed brilliantly. Gao Yun and Daria exchanged smiles.
Undoubtedly, they became the center of attention on the entire street. Passersby and vehicles slowed down as they passed, some even taking out their phones to snap photos—whether of the car, the couple, or both, no one could say.
“Being rich is really nice,” Du Ping murmured, momentarily dazed with envy, but dutifully capturing the moment on camera.
(End of chapter)