"I'm fine." Zhou Yinhe coughed a few more times, tossed the cigarette to the ground, and stamped it out. Steward Yang, standing not far away, sighed and ultimately still did not tell Ning Qing about this matter.
The onlooker sees most clearly.
Wen Ling didn't know that after she left, Zhao Xingtang had mentioned her to someone else.
She had just returned to the car after dinner outside when she received a call from her grandfather in Country M.
Old Mr. Wen was usually stern and unsmiling, but to his only precious granddaughter, he was more like a kind little old man.
"Darling, are you doing well in Huaguo? Are you happy?" Old Mr. Wen asked gently.
"Yes, I'm happy." Wen Ling said coyly, "Grandpa, don't worry about me. How is your health? Is Wen Zhuo taking good care of you?"
"Wen Zhuo is taking good care of me. Grandpa is doing great, don't worry." Old Mr. Wen laughed heartily, casting a glance at Wen Zhuo beside him. Wen Zhuo leaned over and said with a smile, "Sis, don't worry, Grandpa is doing great."
"That's good. Ah Zhuo, remember to keep an eye on Grandpa's meals."
Old Mr. Wen's blood sugar had been slightly high during his last physical exam. Before Wen Ling came to Huaguo, she had instructed everyone in the Wen family to manage Old Mr. Wen's diet, but she still wasn't at ease.
"Yes, Sis." Wen Zhuo looked at Old Mr. Wen with a teasing gaze.
Old Mr. Wen glared at him. He was about to say a few more words to Wen Ling when Wen Ling said, "Grandpa, I have something to do. Let's talk next time."
After saying that, Wen Ling hung up the phone. Old Mr. Wen stared at his phone, then looked up incredulously at Wen Zhuo, who was holding back a smile beside him. "Your sister hung up on me?"
"Mm, yes." Wen Zhuo pressed his lips together, struggling not to laugh out loud.
"How could she hang up on me? What important matter could be more important than her grandpa's call!"
"Perhaps, maybe, there might be something important that she can't tell you?"
"Even so, she can't hang up on me!" Old Mr. Wen harrumphed and shouted into the distance, "Steward Han! Pour me a glass of iced juice! I need to cool down!"
Wen Zhuo lifted his eyelids and looked at Steward Han with an indifferent expression. Steward Han tugged at the corner of his lips in a strained smile, lowered his eyes and watched his nose as his nose watched his heart, pretending not to hear.
Wen Zhuo got up and poured tea for Old Mr. Wen, saying softly, "Grandpa, drinking tea works just as well to cool down."
Old Mr. Wen: "..."
**
After hanging up the phone, Wen Ling looked at the car that had just driven past her own and stopped at a red light.
"Hit it." Wen Ling curled her lips and ordered the driver.
The driver was stunned for a moment, but the young lady's words must be obeyed, so he stepped on the accelerator. With a "bang," the surrounding people turned to look at the sound.
Two valuable cars—rarely seen even in Sijiucheng—crashing together naturally attracted attention.
Even though Wen Ling had prepared herself, she was still jolted by the impact. She rubbed her reddened forehead and heard the driver say, "Miss, the other party is getting out of the car."
Wen Ling looked up. Seeing that only the other driver had gotten out, she said softly, "Remember to apologize when you get out. You must meet the other boss before discussing compensation."
The driver complied and got out. The other driver frowned, staring at him with a cold face, and said in a cold voice, "How are you driving? You can hit someone from this far away?"
The driver said with a smile, "Sorry, sorry, I really couldn't brake in time. Are you injured? Is there anyone else in your car? Is he injured?"
The other driver turned his head to look at the car. Seeing that the man had no intention of getting out, he continued, "My boss is fine."
"Why don't you still let your boss get out? Let me check if he's injured so I can report back to our boss."
The other driver hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to walk to the car. From Wen Ling's position, she could only see the window slowly rolling down. She pressed her lips together, unable to restrain a flicker of anticipation.
The car door opened, and it was indeed the person Wen Ling had been hoping for.
Zhou Yinhe rubbed his neck as he got out of the car, looking at Wen Ling's driver with a cold, indifferent face. The driver glanced at Wen Ling, who was peering out the window, coughed, and said with a smile, "Sir, sorry for the trouble. Please check if you feel uncomfortable anywhere. Shall I call an ambulance?"
"No need." Zhou Yinhe glanced at the other car and said in a cold voice, "Leave your contact information. My driver will contact you later about the repair costs."
When Wen Ling heard this, she hurriedly got out of the car, smiling with curved brows and eyes. "Zhou Yinhe, what a coincidence."
The moment Zhou Yinhe saw her, he guessed this was Wen Ling's trick. His eyes narrowed as he said in a deep voice, "It is quite a coincidence. My car was already stopped, yet you still managed to hit it."
Wen Ling coughed awkwardly and changed the subject. "How about this—let's exchange contact information? When the time comes, you can just send the bill directly to me."
"Don't you have my number? Just add my driver." Zhou Yinhe wasn't falling for her trap. He was determined not to have any further entanglement with Wen Ling.
"No, you're the owner of the car. It's better if I add you. What if your driver asks me for extra money?" Wen Ling knew perfectly well that what she was saying was unreasonable, but she still brazened it out, putting on a pitiful expression. "Besides, I searched for your number to add you, but you didn't accept, and you even blocked me."
Zhou Yinhe's driver looked at her speechlessly. Ask you for extra money? Do I look like such a classless person?
Zhou Yinhe turned his head away, not wanting to look at her. He was afraid that seeing her like this would make him soften.
"I definitely won't disturb you. Won't you add me? That way, I can transfer the repair money to you later."
The two cars were blocking the middle of the road, and the cars stopped behind them that couldn't move were honking their horns frantically. Zhou Yinhe glanced at the blocked road and had no choice but to say, "First, drive the cars to the side."
Wen Ling shook her head. "No. If you don't add me, I'll just block the road here. Besides, your car can't leave either." She pulled up the QR code on her phone and held it in front of Zhou Yinhe.
Zhou Yinhe frowned at her shameless appearance. Quite a few people recognized his car. If someone took a photo and posted it online, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble. He had no choice but to take out his phone and scan her QR code. After adding her, he said in a cool voice, "Can we go now?"
"Wait a moment." Wen Ling opened the chat dialog, sent a message, and only after hearing a notification sound from Zhou Yinhe's phone did she say to the driver with a bright smile, "Let's go."
She got in the car, rolled down the window, and waved at Zhou Yinhe, smiling sweetly. Her whole body radiated a warm, vibrant, and youthful energy; she looked very well-behaved. Zhou Yinhe snorted coldly in his heart.
Well-behaved, my foot. She's just a heartless scumbag who turns her face and refuses to acknowledge someone, a conscienceless wretch.
He instructed the driver to drive away quickly, but didn't notice a sports car not far away that had just taken a photo of him and Wen Ling.
In the [Suit Thugs Mutual Aid Group] chat, the sports car owner directly threw in a photo. The group, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became active.
Sijiucheng Zuihua: [Damn, who is this, tangling with a woman in the middle of the road [doge]]
Human ATM: [Ooh, ooh, what a beautiful woman. Little Five sure is lucky [doge]]
Your Wives' Ideal Type: [Isn't this that who? When did she come to Huaguo? How did she run into our Little Five again?]
Human ATM: [@Your Wives' Ideal Type, do you even deserve that name?]