Chapter 5

Halfway through the core area, Yuan Chuyu's interest only grew. Although he had no experience with pearl farming, he was intelligent and quick-witted, and good at drawing inferences from one instance to another. His well-timed compliments made Lin Liaoyuan, who had been drinking, look at him with the appreciation of a kindred spirit. The more they talked, the more compatible they became.

Lin Langyi kept watching with trepidation.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong afterward. After the incident with the tie, Yuan Chuyu seemed to be deliberately avoiding suspicion, and even Lin Langyi couldn't find anything wrong with him.

The driver who had been following Yuan Chuyu anxiously avoided the crowd and made several phone calls. Lin Langyi, who was already overly suspicious, was distracted by the phone calls and could only hear bits and pieces of "fever," "hospital," and "almost there."

"What's wrong?"

Lin Langyi turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound, only to find that Yuan Chuyu seemed to have also noticed the situation. He first glanced at her in a very indifferent manner, and then turned to the driver to ask him patiently.

"No...it's nothing." The driver lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and didn't know whether to put his phone in front of him or at his sides. "There's something going on with the kids at home, but it's nothing serious. Their mother is here."

Yuan Chuyu paused for a moment, knowing the driver's family situation inside and out: "Yuanyuan? Or Tiantian?"

"It's Tian Tian." The driver's voice grew softer and softer, but his tone betrayed his worry. "She suddenly developed a fever of 39.7 degrees Celsius. Her mother said that the child had some convulsions just now, so I told her to take the child to the hospital immediately."

"Your spouse can't drive, can they?" Yuan Chuyu frowned slightly, stepped out of the crowd and gently placed his hand on the driver's shoulder, his tone reproachful, "What are you waiting for? Aren't you afraid the child will get burned? You should go back now."

The driver raised his head briefly, then quickly lowered it again, looking embarrassed. "I can't accept this..."

“Go ahead,” Yuan Chuyu said. “Rest for a few days, and we’ll talk again once Tian Tian’s fever has subsided.”

The driver thanked him profusely and took his leave, saying that he was lucky to have such a good employer and had been treated kindly and respectfully for so long.

Yuan Chuyu patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

It was a very harmonious scene, and the boss was very humane. It's not often that someone would ask for leave halfway through a business trip to accompany their employer, and judging from the driver's attitude just now, Yuan Chuyu seems to treat people this way all the time.

Lin Langyi's stern face unconsciously relaxed slightly.

Once she left the core area, her heart finally settled down. Seeing Lin Liaoyuan still chatting enthusiastically with Yuan Chuyu, Lin Langyi only mentioned one thing to Lin Xiangshuo:

"I'm leaving now. I have two samples to send to the customer. He's going to City B tomorrow, so I'll take them to him today."

"Going so late?" Lin Xiangshuo said. "Can't you go tomorrow morning?"

Lin Langyi: "He's taking a plane, and I don't want to get up early."

Lin Xiangshuo waved.

Lin Langyi turned and left. The samples were already packaged. She went back to her office to get them and then went downstairs to the garage. She also picked up a Didi ride-hailing order on her phone.

The couple picked up the car. When the man saw the black Porsche Cayenne, his eyes widened. He excitedly told his companion, "This is the first time I've ever ridden in a Didi and gotten into a car like this. Driving a car like this and still driving for Didi? Aren't you afraid of losing money by coming out to experience life?"

Lin Langyi didn't reply, thinking to herself that she wasn't a full-time driver. It was just that Yingshan Lake was too remote, so she would pick up a Didi (ride-hailing service) on her way to a client company in a remote area, and that would cover the gas costs.

Not all wealthy people spend money like water. Their families usually teach them the right money values ​​from a young age: spend when necessary and save when possible. Otherwise, wouldn't the whole world be like Cheng Yanjin?

Suddenly, the image of Cheng Yanjin appeared in her mind, laughing hysterically. She immediately realized it was a scary story and shook her head to dismiss the thought.

Lin Langyi and his men had driven less than two kilometers when Lin Liaoyuan suddenly called.

As soon as the call connected, her father, who was clearly pleased, asked, "Zhuzhu, have you left yet? Ashu said you still have to go to the client's place. Why don't you take Young Master Yuan back with you?"

Lin Langyi made a quick decision: "We've driven quite far."

Lin Liaoyuan couldn't be fooled at all. He chuckled twice and said, "Oh, I know you haven't been gone for more than a few minutes. Come back and pick me up. It's so late, and you can't get a taxi here."

Lin Langyi glanced at the two passengers in the back seat in the rearview mirror and made an excuse: "The passenger window is broken, so it's not comfortable for anyone to sit here."

Lin Liaoyuan was unaware that she had brought someone along and was puzzled: "The window is broken, it's not like the tire is blown out and can't be driven anymore. We can take it to the 4S shop another day. You can let Young Master Yuan sit in the back seat... Listen to me, come back quickly, your father and your brother have been drinking."

Lin Langyi sighed and turned the steering wheel back.

Yuan Chuyu was waiting for her in the spacious area. Lin Langyi saw him from afar by the high beams, honked the horn, and gestured through the windshield: "Sit in the passenger seat."

He seemed to notice someone in the back seat, perhaps assuming it was her friend. After getting in the car, he hesitated whether to politely greet her, but the man in the back seat was the first to exclaim loudly, "Hey, why are you sharing a ride? We're in a hurry to get back. My girlfriend has a curfew tonight, so take us first."

Lin Langyi: "...Okay."

Yuan Chuyu took his words back.

Both she and he remained tacitly silent in front of others, while inside the car, only the man in the back seat spoke to his female companion in a fatherly tone that was half boastful and half ostentatious:

"You've never ridden in a car like this before, have you? Actually, I have. My buddy has one too. He offered to lend it to me, but I thought it was too fuel-consuming and not worth it."

"You'll know once you get behind the wheel of this car. The more luxurious the car, the easier and more comfortable it is to drive. After you marry me and we have two or three kids, we'll buy one for me to drive during the day and for the whole family to go out on holidays."

"Well, personally speaking, I prefer Lamborghini, but those sports cars aren't very useful in the city, so I'll pass. I'm a practical and family-oriented man, so I definitely consider practicality when buying a car."

He got more and more excited as he talked, painting a rosy picture of the future. After a brief pause, the sound of an intimate kissing came from the back seat.

The woman declined softly, but the man persisted with a strange laugh: "What's there to be ashamed of? Luxury cars have partitions. Let me find the switch and make it rise."

Behind her ears, a pair of claws were making ghostly groping noises, making Lin Langyi feel that the red light was taking forever to arrive.

She closed her eyes for a moment, but couldn't help herself and replied, "The Porsche Cayenne doesn't have a liftgate."

After a brief respite, the man sat back down, somewhat awkwardly trying to salvage the situation: "Oh, it's not that great, I'll still buy one with a liftback seat later."

"Oh dear, I told you not to kiss me like that... really..." the woman said shyly.

The man's attention was immediately drawn to the soft, fragrant body again, and he chuckled, "What are you afraid of? The driver won't dare to look..."

I really don't dare to look.

Lin Langyi's eyelids twitched, and she didn't dare to look at Yuan Chuyu's expression in the passenger seat.

She used to watch melodramatic TV dramas where the domineering CEO would hold a beautiful young woman and tell the unlucky driver, "What are you afraid of? He doesn't have the guts to look." She never imagined that one day she would encounter the same thing, and that she, the devil, was the one who was the virtuous driver.

What made it even more unsettling was that Yuan Chuyu, who was suspected to be a future shareholder of the investment, was sitting next to him.

In the confined space, she had to politely invite the future head of Yingyuan Group to enjoy the passengers' arousal play, while also maintaining the improvisational skills she had developed as a child when watching kissing scenes on TV with her parents, pretending to dig at the sofa. It was truly a desperate situation.

Without realizing it, she pressed the accelerator down a little more, the engine roared, and they sped along the overpass.

The commotion behind them gradually increased. Yuan Chuyu suddenly reached out and turned the air conditioning down a little, saying in a low voice, "Excuse me, I think I'm a little carsick."

Before he finished speaking, he pressed the window regulator with his elbow, as if he wanted some fresh air.

Lin Langyi quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "That window—"

The entire window descended to the bottom without any buffer.

Lin Langyi, with a deadpan expression, said, "Oh no..."

The wind rushed into the carriage with a "whoosh," catching Yuan Chuyu off guard. He subconsciously tilted his head, and the wind made his hair messy.

He turned to look at Lin Langyi, somewhat bewildered: "Something's wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"I'm sorry, it can't go up after it went down." Lin Langyi said awkwardly. "I guess some part inside is broken. My maintenance expires in half a month, so I haven't fixed it yet. I'm thinking of taking it to the 4S shop to deal with it together later."

The gust of wind felt like a slap across the face as it hit the back seat. The man, who was laughing with his mouth open, suddenly swallowed a mouthful of wind, causing his lips to tremble like an inflated animal skin bag.

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, his pent-up sexual desire being scattered by the wind swept up by the speeding car.

"Don't... leave the window open." The woman finally came to her senses as the enclosed space was broken. With the window wide open, anyone could possibly peek inside, and she didn't want to give strangers that opportunity.

She moved a little to the side and finally noticed the extremely handsome appearance of the man sitting in the passenger seat.

He was probably also suffering from a headache from the wind, and was leaning towards the driver's seat with his elbow resting on the leather center console, leaving a shallow dent. He propped his chin up and stared at the hand that was loosely resting on the gear shift—the hand of Lin Langyi, who was now focused on driving.

The center armrest was so narrow that their arms briefly touched. Lin Langyi withdrew her arm and quickly glanced to the side: "I have throat lozenges, lime flavored, they might help with motion sickness. Do you want some?"

"Hmm..." The man's gaze followed Lin Langyi's withdrawn hand all the way down to her face, and he softly replied, "Thank you for your help."

"I'll give it to you at the next traffic light."

The woman in the back seat was staring intently at him when her irresponsible boyfriend came over and tried to lift up her clothes and grope her inside.

"Ugh, stop bothering me!" the woman said, annoyed at being interrupted. "My clothes are about to be blown up by the wind!"

She was clearly scolding her boyfriend when she said this, but her eyes were fixed on Yuan Chuyu. When she mentioned that her clothes were about to be blown up, she softened her voice, revealing an unspeakable, alluring charm that only adults could understand.

If you're a man, you should have an innate sensitivity to certain subtle signals.

Like the uproarious laughter that follows a comment in a noisy classroom during school days: "Your underwear is showing"; like the synchronized head-turning when a beautiful woman in a miniskirt walks by on the street; or like a casual remark during lunch break: "The female lead in the video I watched yesterday had a super hot body," and all the men at the next table simultaneously turn to look, their faces displaying a strangely similar smile—

Men, when faced with this kind of signal, should be like Pavlov's dog, able to accurately pick it up no matter how serious they are or how noisy the environment, and then turn their heads to give it a seemingly unintentional glance.

They are interested.

They were extremely interested.

However, to her dismay, the man in the passenger seat did not react at all, appearing indifferent and cold as if he had not heard her words at all.

Her boyfriend, who was standing next to her, was already chuckling and reaching for her arm.

The woman bit her lip, then suddenly raised her voice to gently refuse, this time her voice even more alluring and seductive: "What are you doing... you're so annoying, don't touch me."

She focused all her attention on Yuan Chuyu, analyzing his reactions frame by frame: the slight turn of his head, whether he glanced at her through the rearview mirror, or, at the very least, whether he blinked or smiled.

She hoped to use this to test her lethality; only excellent prisoners could prove her strength.

Unfortunately, there was nothing there, just a stagnant, lifeless silence, a chilling indifference.