Chapter 43 Going for a Ride

Jiang Tingwan was thinking.

If it was really Si Yan, how should she tell Ruan Yue? She wondered if she knew what kind of person Si Yan was now.

According to Lu Zhaoye's description, it's too dangerous.

She narrowed her eyes and prepared to visit the Si family tomorrow, but her thoughts were interrupted.

"Jiang Tingwan."

Suddenly Lu Zhaoye called her, "What are you thinking about?"

He tapped the tabletop twice with his slender fingers. "The food is getting cold."

"nothing."

Jiang Tingwan came back to her senses and subconsciously picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"I'm just wondering whether I should go to the Si family tomorrow."

"Hearing what you said, it seems that Si Yan is more dangerous than President Lu."

Lu Zhaoye looked at her, and rarely did he say anything back, and sighed.

Just when Jiang Tingwan was puzzled, he sneered.

"I knew it." Lu Zhaoye put down his cutlery and folded his hands under his chin.

"There is not a moment when you don't think about the Jiang family."

Jiang Tingwan paused with her hand holding the teacup and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Lu Zhaoye's voice sounded serious in a rare moment.

"You said the Jiang family is indifferent to human feelings, but you always put the Jiang family first."

"Why?"

The musician continued to play, just as her mood was not affected by it.

Jiang Tingwan paused for a moment, and the corners of his lips raised in his usual arc.

"Boss Lu, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"Everything I have was given by the Jiang family."

She resumed her calm tone, turned around and poured herself another cup of hot tea.

"If I don't plan for the Jiang family, who should I plan for?"

Jiang Tingwan blew on the teacup but did not show any melancholy because of it.

"The family doesn't need useless people."

"In the Jiang family, even the biological daughters have to work hard, let alone me." An adopted daughter.

After the words were spoken, there was a brief silence at the table.

Lu Zhaoye looked at her.

He knew he shouldn't have said those words.

But for some reason, watching her thinking, he remembered her pale face when she fell into his arms due to illness.

You are so weak, yet you insist on being strong.

After a long while, he spoke.

"Come for a ride with me later."

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Lu Zhaoye’s private villa is located halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Tingwan followed him into the elevator and went straight to the third underground floor.

The lights in the underground garage lit up one by one as they arrived, like spotlights on a stage, slowly unveiling the curtain.

In the garage covering thousands of square meters, hundreds of top luxury cars are neatly arranged, shining coldly under the illumination of professional spotlights.

Limited edition Bugatti, retro Aston Martin, flamboyant Lamborghini...each one is worth a lot of money, and some are even out-of-print collector's models.

From retro classics to the latest concept supercars, from low-key matte black to bold fluorescent colors, it is like a car museum.

Although Jiang Tingwan is not very knowledgeable about cars, she knows the value of these cars.

"Mr. Lu, are you planning to hold an auto expo?"

She chuckled, her fingertips lightly gliding over the streamlined body of a Bugatti.

Lu Zhaoye stood behind her with his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows when he heard her.

"What? You just said Si Yan was very arrogant, and now you think I'm no less powerful than you?"

Jiang Tingwan turned around, and the moonlight poured in from the top window, outlining her delicate profile.

She nodded. "Maybe you are better?"

"You bought it but you don't open it. Master Lu is really..." She deliberately dragged out the tone, "Do whatever he wants."

"How do you know I don't?"

Lu Zhaoye suddenly took a step forward, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.

His scent lingered at the tip of my nose.

Jiang Tingwan could clearly see the shadow cast by his eyelashes.

He raised his hand and made a "please" gesture: "Pick one."

Jiang Tingwan's eyes swept across the garage and finally landed on a white Koenigsegg inlaid with diamonds.

The car is snow-white all over, and the diamonds inlaid on the hood look like a galaxy of stars under the light.

"That's it," she said softly.

Lu Zhaoye chuckled: "Great minds think alike. Back then my sister insisted on having me get the inlay, and now Miss Jiang has also taken a fancy to it."

He opened the car door and made a gentleman's invitation gesture.

Jiang Tingwan bent down and sat in the passenger seat. The leather seat fit her waistline and was so comfortable that it made people sigh.

"Are you okay?" she asked deliberately as she fastened her seat belt.

Lu Zhaoye started the engine, and the supercar emitted a low roar: "I have been honest for a few years, do you really think I am an old-fashioned person like Jiang Shixu?"

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The night wind howled on the winding mountain road.

The Koenigsegg flashed across the mountain road like a flash of white lightning, and Jiang Tingwan's long hair fluttered in the wind.

She was used to riding in commercial vehicles and rarely experienced this kind of speed and passion.

"You don't have to worry too much about Ruan Yue and Si Yan." Lu Zhaoye put one hand on the steering wheel and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Men in their early twenties are all the same. Before I joined the army, I had more fun than Si Yan."

Jiang Tingwan glanced sideways: "Why did Master Lu change his mind?"

The car slowed down slightly, and Lu Zhaoye's profile looked particularly profound in the blue light of the dashboard.

"In the army, I hear my comrades talking about their families every day..."

He paused, "When I think about my past suicidal behavior, I don't mind it, but when I think about my mother's frightened look, I feel like a piece of shit."

Jiang Tingwan chuckled: "So you were moved by family affection?"

"Suddenly I have something to worry about, and it feels different."

Lu Zhaoye turned his head and looked at her. "So you don't have to worry too much about Si Yan. Maybe if they are together, the Si family will have to thank the Jiang family."

Jiang Tingwan was silent for a moment; the night wind made her voice seem a little vague.

"I don't care about the interests of the two families. I'm worried about Ruan Yue."

"The result of making a man change his mind may be good, but what about the process?"

The car suddenly slowed down.

Lu Zhaoye parked the car at the observation deck, turned around and stared at her.

The mountain breeze blew past Jiang Tingwan's cheek, and he reached out and gently tucked the strand of hair behind her ear.

"Look," he said in a low voice.

"When you think about Ruan Yue, you don't think about the interests of the Jiang family. Then why..."

His fingertips paused beside her ear.

"Don't you think about yourself?"

Jiang Tingwan was stunned.

We went through so much trouble just to say this?

"What are you thinking about?"

She heard herself say, "I don't have a young master like Si Yan to look after.