The School Beauty’s Super Rogue
Chapter 87 - 87 86 A Small Token of Appreciation

87: Chapter 86: A Small Token of Appreciation 87: Chapter 86: A Small Token of Appreciation Lin Yuhan felt Qin Hao’s confidence, she was momentarily stunned, then pursed her lips, suddenly feeling very reassured.

Since this bastard said so, he must be up to it!

Thus, after closing the door, Lin Yuhan quickly stepped forward, affectionately took Qin Hao’s arm, and walked into the living room together.

Qin Hao immediately saw two people sitting on the sofa in the living room.

One was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, the kind of person who looked very scholarly at first glance, with an extraordinary demeanor.

He was Lin Yuhan’s father, Lin Zhicheng.

Sitting next to Lin Zhicheng was a young man, with a calm expression and impressive aura, unmistakably Qin Zhiwen.

“Dad, I brought my boyfriend.” Lin Yuhan called out sweetly at this moment.

As soon as these words were spoken, two pairs of eyes immediately turned to look at Qin Hao.

“It’s you!”

First, a voice suppressing shock rang out.

Qin Zhiwen had just heard that Lin Yuhan had a boyfriend, and he was very angry, wondering who it was who dared to compete with him for a woman?

Now seeing that it was Qin Hao, a flash of hatred passed through Qin Zhiwen’s eyes, which he quickly concealed, and he coldly stared at Qin Hao, spitting out two words in a sinister tone: “Very good!”

Qin Zhiwen now had the urge to kill Qin Hao, not expecting this waste to dare compete with him for a woman.

He clenched his hand, his joints cracking as if he wanted to crush Qin Hao alive, but he concealed all of this due to his deep scheming nature!

Qin Hao didn’t pay any attention to Qin Zhiwen.

He felt Lin Zhicheng looking at him, his gaze sharp, scanning him up and down in a few glances.

Then Lin Zhicheng’s expression was indifferent, showing no emotion, merely pointing to the sofa opposite, saying, “Sit.”

“Dad, have a better attitude.”

At this time, Lin Yuhan frowned in dissatisfaction.

Just now, when Qin Zhiwen came, Lin Zhicheng was so enthusiastic, personally getting up to greet him, ordering tea and water, extremely amiable!

And now facing Qin Hao?

That indifferent look clearly showed that he didn’t take Qin Hao seriously!

Qin Hao hadn’t said anything yet, but Lin Yuhan was already uncomfortable.

“Do you want me to invite him to sit?” Lin Zhicheng coldly snorted, his tone very impatient.

He just took a look at Qin Hao, and the more he looked, the less he liked him, feeling that compared to Qin Zhiwen, there was simply no comparison.

Lin Yuhan pouted in discontent, feeling indignant for Qin Hao.

“Uncle, this is a small token of my appreciation.” At this moment, Qin Hao smiled slightly, handing what he was holding to Lin Zhicheng.

“Just put it down.” Lin Zhicheng nodded indifferently, not even glancing at it, instructing Qin Hao to just put it anywhere in the corner.

“Dad, that’s too much!

He brought you something, and you didn’t even accept it, or look at it!”

Lin Yuhan bit her lip, feeling her father was going too far.

“What do you know?

I’m trying to make certain people retreat in the face of difficulties.”

Lin Zhicheng glared at Lin Yuhan and then picked up a teacup from the coffee table, sipping tea as he said, “Yuhan, do you know what Qin Zhiwen brought me today?

A bottle of eighty-year-old Moutai, worth over sixty thousand!

A piece of Nine-Five Supreme, over eighteen hundred!

Can your friend’s stuff compare to that?”

“But still, you can’t lose hospitality etiquette, can you?”

Lin Yuhan said indignantly, actually understanding in her heart that Lin Zhicheng didn’t like Qin Hao and was deliberately making things difficult for Qin Hao, wanting to anger Qin Hao into leaving, probably achieving his purpose.

“Qin Hao, why don’t I take a look at what you brought?”

At this moment, a glint flashed in Qin Zhiwen’s eyes, thinking that Qin Hao certainly didn’t have much money, so he suggested with hidden malice: “When visiting someone’s house, you can’t just bring anything, right?

Otherwise, it’d be quite disgraceful.”

Qin Zhiwen stood up, walked next to Qin Hao, took a look into the gift box, and said, “You even bought wine?

Wine isn’t cheap; it usually costs over five hundred at least.”

Qin Zhiwen thought, given Qin Hao’s situation, a wine for five hundred would be good enough, right?

Certainly, it can’t compare to his own, but he kept this thought to himself to maintain his composure.

Then, Qin Zhiwen took the wine out and placed it on the coffee table.

Lin Zhicheng casually glanced at it, but just that one look startled him so much that his hand shook, dropping the teacup to the ground.

Qin Zhiwen also carefully looked at the wine, and his face slightly changed, a look of disbelief crossing his eyes as he saw the words “Romanee-Conti!”

Lin Zhiwen also stared dumbfounded at the words, his voice trembling, “Romanee-Conti?

This…

this…

how is this possible…”

Lin Zhiwen, quite wealthy himself, had even funded the establishment of Lin Yuhan’s Fengye Group.

But even so, he was incredibly astonished to see the bottle of wine Qin Hao gifted!

Romanee-Conti, hailed as the world’s number one vineyard, producing the most expensive wine!

Romanee-Conti isn’t available on the market, with no retail sales.

It’s only available in special places, like auctions, or private collectors’ cellars.

There’s a legend among wine enthusiasts that says Romanee-Conti isn’t owned by millionaires but only billionaires can afford to enjoy it!

At this moment, seeing this bottle of Romanee-Conti appear before them as a gift from Qin Hao left both Lin Zhicheng and Qin Zhiwen utterly stunned.

Soon, after a careful evaluation of the bottle, Lin Zhicheng took a deep breath and gave a fair price: “At least a million!”

Upon hearing this number, Qin Zhiwen’s face turned deathly pale, extremely unpleasant, but he knew that the price Lin Zhicheng gave was on the low side!

A million!

For a bottle of wine!

Qin Hao casually gifted it!

Lin Zhicheng was dumbfounded, never having seen such a show of extravagance!

His gaze toward Qin Hao changed, with a hint of regret surfacing in his expression!

Qin Zhiwen’s eyes were full of disbelief, his heart screaming with impossible questions, murmuring, “How can this be, how can this be…”

Qin Zhiwen, who had been quite proud of gifting sixty-thousand-worth wine, now saw Qin Hao casually giving away a million-worth wine while remaining composed.

Qin Zhiwen suddenly felt unworthy of even being compared to Qin Hao.

“And there’s this.”

At this moment, Qin Hao emptied the bag, pouring its contents out, as a heap of cigarettes piled up on the coffee table, roughly estimating at least a dozen packs!

And looking at the brand—

Nine-Five Supreme!

“Qin Zhiwen, quite a coincidence, I heard you also gifted a piece of Nine-Five Supreme today?” Qin Hao glanced at Qin Zhiwen and chuckled.

Qin Zhiwen’s lips twitched, his expression particularly colorful, looking at the mountain of Nine-Five Supreme Qin Hao gifted!

He couldn’t utter a single word, only feeling his face burning with shame!

Realizing that compared to Qin Hao’s gifts, his offerings were nothing!

Qin Zhiwen had originally thought to laugh at Qin Hao, but didn’t expect he himself became the joke!

“Uncle, I wonder if these small tokens of appreciation meet your standards?”

At this point, Qin Hao looked at Lin Zhicheng, asking with a faint smile.