The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 207 - 196 5277

Chapter 207: Chapter 196 5277

The procedures that normally take a few days were completed within a few hours thanks to the manager’s super networking skills, and they didn’t even need to use a temporary license plate; a new license plate was directly put on the car.

The manager gathered all the documents for Mu Shuoqian and took the two of them to see the newly decorated car.

The seat cushions inside were chosen by Gu Qili; she specifically picked an off-white warm color instead of Mu Shuoqian’s usual black and white, as he always gave off a cold vibe, and a warmer color tone seemed better.

Gu Qili was actually not that interested in the new car; her focus was on the license plate, yes, the new car, new plate.

The manager didn’t quite understand why Mu Shuoqian would choose such an inconspicuous license number. For such a luxury car, shouldn’t the license plate have lucky numbers like 8888 or 6666?

But Gu Qili was already deeply touched, unable to help but grip the man’s hand tightly, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Perhaps, he had never confessed his feelings to her, nor had he said words like ’like’ or ’love’. But really, that was no longer important, because he was constantly showing her through his actions, telling her he loved her, very deeply.

Just like this license plate number-- Aus MG5277.

Mu Shuoqian, Gu Qili, I love Qiqi.

"Why are you crying again?" She had been quite melancholic and sensitive lately. Mu Shuoqian gently wiped the corner of her eye, "Would you like to drive the new car for its first trip?"

Gu Qili sniffled, looking at him with a smile brimming in her eyes, and nodded firmly: "Yes."

Getting such a license plate must have been harder than those with 8866, because matching their initials with the numbers 5277 was really not easy. It must have been a product of Mu Shuoqian’s careful thought, something that couldn’t be solved by money alone.

Gu Qili drove the 5277 on the Coastal Highway, thinking about how he would drive this car every day made her feel delightful, and she couldn’t help humming a tune.

Mu Shuoqian sat in the passenger seat checking his emails, glanced at her beaming expression, lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued working.

He had long ago had someone buy this license plate, but the traffic regulations in Aus City are quite strict, and even with money, he had encountered some troubles. It was just a few days ago that the agent finally informed him that the license plate was ready, so he decided to buy a new car with the new license plate as a surprise for her.

Seeing her moved to tears, he felt that all his efforts were worthwhile.

The brand-new Maybach 62S cruising on the highway was a spectacular sight in itself.

"I’m getting a bit hungry." Gu Qili suddenly touched her stomach. They had eaten lunch a bit early, so now at four o’clock, she was beginning to feel hungry.

Mu Shuoqian put down his work: "What do you want to eat?"

"Not sure yet." Gu Qili slowed down the car.

The traffic on the Coastal Highway was sparse, as the road was next to the sea on one side, serving as both a transport and a tourist route, with many special little restaurants on both sides.

"Let’s eat there." She pointed to a small shop not far away. The small shop was not large, but covered with grapevines, hidden behind a green leaf with a wooden sign that read: Pot Pot Fragrant Seafood Noodle House.

"Okay, let’s eat there."

They parked the car in the courtyard in front of the small shop, and as soon as they got out, a grape scent wafted out. The grapes were not yet fully ripe, but clusters of tempting fruits had already formed here.

Gu Qili observed for a while before turning to the man beside her: "These are Pinot Noir, right?"

Mu Shuoqian nodded in approval; she had been learning more and more things lately.

"Can Pinot Noir even be grown in Aus City’s climate? I remember it doesn’t like hot weather, but these grapes are growing so well, it must be someone skilled in viticulture."

The small shop was very clean and tidy, as it was not mealtime, there were not many customers, and the few tables were almost done eating.

Gu Qili chose a spot by the window to sit down; from here, she could perfectly see the grapevine in front of them, and the faint, barely-there scent drifted in with the fresh air.

"Welcome, what would you like to eat?" The shop owner was a lady, graceful in demeanor, even her walk was light as if she was one of those refined ladies from Dream of the Red Chamber, hardly seeming like a small business owner, more like a lady immersed in the arts.

"Owner, what’s the specialty here?" Gu Qili didn’t even look at the menu.

"Fresh shrimp noodles." The lady owner asked with a smile, "Two bowls?"

"Yes, fresh shrimp noodles, two bowls." Gu Qili signalled with two fingers, "Also, owner, I’m curious, why is this place called Pot Pot Fragrant?"