Chapter 208 - 179: RV, Provincial, and Bai Jing

Ni Bingyan never in a million years expected her dad to buy her a luxury RV!

On this particular day, Ni Bingyan had just returned from Guozigou Funeral Home and was preparing for filming to begin on *Rainy Days with an Umbrella* the next day. Suddenly, she received a call from the gate guard, who told her a man claiming to be her father had come to visit.

Hearing her dad’s voice over the phone, Ni Bingyan was both surprised and delighted!

’He hasn’t come to stay since I bought the house! Is he planning to stay for a while? That would be wonderful!’

But before she could get too excited, her dad was on the phone, telling her smugly:

"Sweetheart, your old man bought you a set of wheels. The gate guard says it can’t be parked at the house, so get over here quick and deal with it!"

Ni Bingyan was stunned. "I have a car. Why would you buy me another one? That’s such a waste!"

"What do you think you do with a car? You use it! It’s not like you can boil it for dinner, can you?"

Ni Guangli was never the most patient of men, so when his daughter, far from being happily surprised, immediately started complaining, he was instantly annoyed.

Figuring there was no point arguing since it was already bought, Ni Bingyan slipped on her shoes and headed out the door, asking:

"Why can’t I park it at the house? My garage has space for at least two more cars! If not there, then where? Does it need to be registered first or something?"

Ni Guangli had flown to Beijing first thing in the morning, picked up the car, and driven it straight to her. He’d been running around all day and hadn’t even had a chance to eat yet! Hearing her persist with questions, he quickly cut her off:

"Alright, enough with the questions! Just come take a look and you’ll understand! I haven’t even had lunch yet, and I’m starving to death! I’m hanging up. We’ll talk when you get here."

Figuring it was pointless to discuss over the phone, Ni Bingyan hurried to the main gate of her residential complex. Parked on the side of the road was a Class A motorhome that looked to be at least ten meters long, almost the size of a bus.

The garage was neither high enough nor long enough to accommodate it. It definitely wouldn’t fit. She would have to rent a spot in the complex’s public parking lot, and because the vehicle was so large, a regular spot wouldn’t even work.

The moment Ni Bingyan saw the vehicle, she understood the problem.

You really couldn’t blame the gate guard for this.

When her dad climbed down from the driver’s seat, Ni Bingyan quickly pulled him into a corner and whispered, "Dad! This thing costs over two million! Isn’t that a bit too extravagant?"

She had considered buying an RV before. After all, conditions varied from set to set. Some productions rented RVs for the main actors, while others didn’t even have a break room. In the latter case, when it was someone else’s turn for a scene, she could only sit on a chair and wait around.

A motorhome was more mobile than a travel trailer and would be much more suitable for her.

But after looking into them, she found them too expensive and decided against it.

Unlike a house, a vehicle starts to depreciate the moment you get the keys, and the value drops at an alarming rate. It just wasn’t a smart purchase.

With her practical, almost peasant-like mindset, spending money this way felt like a crime. Almost anything would be a better use of the funds.

Besides, the vehicle itself was expensive, parking was inconvenient, it would require a dedicated driver, and its gas consumption would be massive. The annual running costs would be astronomical, wouldn’t they?

Someone who’s never been humbled by the harsh realities of life might think that over two million is a small amount.

But Ni Bingyan had her own way of calculating things.

Building a fully equipped Hope Primary School cost just over two million. You could buy warm winter coats for over twenty thousand lonely seniors at one hundred per person. A cataract aid program cost one thousand per eye, meaning this money could help restore sight to over two thousand people...

’To use it all for personal enjoyment was just too extravagant, too wasteful!’

A house was a home, a necessity. Without a place of her own, she lacked the sense of security she needed to feel grounded in the world. She had been willing to spend twenty million on that.

But an RV wasn’t essential, and she couldn’t bear to spend money that way.

As for buying a cheaper one, the options were either too small—not much of an improvement over her spacious Volkswagen and thus not practical enough—or they weren’t safe enough, and she wouldn’t have felt at ease driving one.

’Something cheap and good? The car dealers probably wanted that even more than she did.’

So, she had put the matter aside.

She never imagined her dad would go and buy her one without so much as a heads-up.

And not only had he bought it, he’d personally delivered it!

"Honestly, what’s with you? It’s like you’re regressing. Money is meant to be earned, not hoarded. You spend what you need to, and when it’s gone, you just work harder to earn more! Besides, our family has plenty of nice cars—are any of them cheaper than this one? Don’t be intimidated just because it’s big. Ah, you’re still young and haven’t seen the world!"

Ni Bingyan was instantly silenced.

If this were the original owner of her body, she wouldn’t have batted an eye at two million, let alone twenty million. She had, after all, grown up in the lap of luxury. But the current her was a commoner through and through—the kind of person who would stoop to pick up a coin from the ground.