James and Tailsa followed the salesperson into the Porsche dealership.
The moment they entered, three attractive female sales reps greeted them with smiles and a bow.
James nodded back politely.
There's a rumor that with every Porsche sold, a female salesperson leaves, though he didn't know if it was true.
Noticing James gawking at the saleswomen, Tailsa let out a small huff, reminding him she was still there.
James quickly laughed it off, offering a few reassuring words.
He explained he was just curious why there were so many women.
Tailsa shot him a glare but said no more.
It was an important day, and she didn't want to cause a fuss over something minor like this.
Besides, looking is one thing, but nothing happens beyond that. She knew she shouldn't be too petty.
The trio reached the showroom floor, where three cars were displayed.
One was the famous Cayenne, another the Panamera, and lastly the Porsche 911 Carrera.
Upon seeing her dream car within reach, Tailsa's eyes were glued to it without blinking.
It was the car she had dreamed of owning.
She clung tightly to James's arm in excitement, squeezing so hard her fingers turned white, and her manicured nails dug into his skin.
"Ouch!"
James grimaced at the sharp pain.
He thought it was deliberate.
Just a glance at other women had earned him such a penalty from her.
She certainly had a very small heart.
Realizing her lapse, Tailsa hastily massaged James's arm, apologizing, "Sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?"
Though in pain, James still offered a reassuring smile, pretending it was no big deal, "It's nothing."
Yet internally, he was wincing, resolving to convince Tailsa to trim her nails as soon as possible.
If they stayed long, he'd only suffer more.
"Go on, sit inside and take a look."
Despite the discomfort, James opened the car door.
The moment the door was open, Tailsa was captivated by the interior, instantly forgetting about James's arm.
She eagerly plopped herself into the seat, exploring everything.
Savoring the essence of what money could buy.
Seeing her so enthralled, James asked with a grin, "Do you like it?"
Tailsa snapped her mouth shut to stop drooling, nodding vigorously like a pecking chick, "Uh-huh."
James moved to the other side, leaning in through the window, his eyebrows raised,
"So, this is the one? Not considering anything else?"
Tailsa beamed, "This one!"
As a professional salesperson, Perla saw their strong enthusiasm and promptly stepped forward, diligently explaining,
"This 911 is one of the world's classic sports cars, with a sleek and elegant exterior, sophisticated and spacious interior. It features a 3.0T engine, with a maximum horsepower of 385, luxurious leather seats..."
During the spiel, James entered the passenger seat.
The interior was a rich reddish-brown, somewhat flamboyant.
It carried the premium feel of a car worth millions.
The air was subtly infused with a delicate scent, adding a touch of class.
The steering wheel displayed a large Porsche emblemâgreat for both flashy photo ops and personal satisfaction, maintaining a joyful mood perpetually.
The encircling leather was plush, hard to find any fault in its texture.
The front seats were remarkably spacious; at 5'10", he could stretch his legs fully. But the backseats seemed impractical for passengers.
Being a two-door car, passenger capacity wasn't the focus.
Notably, the compact gear shift in the center was conveniently placed for close interaction.
Sitting in the passenger seat, James easily leaned over into Tailsa's lap, giving her a meaningful look complete with a cheeky wink, then nudging towards her thigh.
Understanding the signal, Tailsa pushed his head away playfully, "Stop it."
James laughed heartily, teasing, "I didn't say anything. What's bothersome about that?"
A blush spread behind Tailsa's ears as she glared, too shy to counter.
Feigning discipline, James said, "Young lady, don't always dwell on such inappropriate thoughts."
Unable to contain herself, Tailsa lightly tapped him before cuddling his arm, pouting adorably:
"Stop teasing, hubby~ Are you really buying me this car?"
Her calling him 'hubby' now was even more enticing than during their intimate moments last night.
James felt his bones melt as he smiled indulgently,
"If you love it, I'll buy it for you."
Tailsa squealed with delight, "I love you, hubby!"
[Tailsa Affection +5]
James chuckled softly.
Indeed, modern girls have no resistance to the phrase "buy, buy, buy." Even the campus queen had none.
With last night's painstaking five rounds adding five points, Tailsa's affection was now 72 (Intimate).
Just eight points short of 80 (Admiration).
Recalling his relentless efforts last night, James couldn't help rubbing his waist, sighing wearily.
While others could manage seven rounds in a night, he barely managed five.
That super strong physique was becoming more of a priority.
Listening to the intimate exchange inside, Perla's eye twitched.
This car was priced at over a million at its lowest, yet here was this guy nonchalantly saying he'd buy it for the girl.
Apart from being pretty, there wasn't much else special about herâseemingly naïve and inexperienced.
Spending so much on a mere beauty, he must be bewitched.
Perla felt like she'd been force-fed lemon, sour beyond words.
She couldn't help but silently lament:
Why do those fairy-tale romances always happen to others?
"Excuse me, miss, is this car available?"
James noticed Perla spacing out and waved slightly.
"Yes... Yes, sir," Perla snapped back to reality and quickly replied.
"How much is it out the door?" James asked casually.
Seeing his interest in finalizing the car, Perla swiftly discarded her messy thoughts and focused on the details,
"The Carrera model you're interested in is priced at 1.37 million yuan without add-ons. Including purchase tax, insurance, registration fees, etc., it totals about 1.6 million yuan."
She paused before continuing, "What name should I write it under, sir? If you're satisfied, we can discuss the price in our guest room."
"My name's James," he said, turning to Tailsa, "It's set then? Should I pay for it?"
Tailsa nodded eagerly.
Gazing at the 911 about to become hers, her eyes sparkled.
By now, even if James asked for something strange, she might agree without hesitation.
Though James had no other intentions at the moment.
He handed his card to the salesperson, stating,
"Charge it, then. There's no need to haggle. Within your authority, throw in any gas cards or maintenance gifts you can offer."
Perla took the card with both hands, visibly stunned.
She'd never seen anyone who, in three minutes of arrival, skipped tea and directly paid.
Observing James's calm demeanor, she saw a glimmer of hope.
"No problem, Mr. King. Would you like to add any custom features, like a sunroof or surround sound?"