In the narrow, dark alley downstairs from the clubhouse, Jiang Zhou was waiting in the driver's seat. He heard the car door open, but before he could say anything, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

The sound was so loud that the entire car body was vibrating.

The gust of air, carrying a chilling aura, instantly froze him, rendering him speechless.

He knew that Tan Yuchen was angry, but where should the car go, back to Orange Garden or somewhere else?

Jiang Zhou dared not ask or mention it, and could only leave the car where it was, silently minimizing his presence.

The sound of clinking glasses came from the back seat. Tan Yuchen opened the wine cabinet to take out wine, and poured the rich wine into the glass. The black hair that fell down cast a shadow on his eyebrows and eyes, and only his tight and sharp jaw could be seen.

The ice cubes rustled as they fell to the bottom of the glass, and the man's mind was filled with her accusations.

That's because they are good people, with excellent character.

—And you, are you? You just treat me like a plaything, something you can summon and dismiss at will.

A clear and sharp "snap" sounded.

The wine glass shattered instantly in his hand, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the carpet.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but speak up to remind him, "Third Young Master, don't get too angry."

Since Tan's father regarded him as a reliable person and placed him by Tan Yuchen's side, Jiang Zhou still knew the specific condition of his eyes.

Tan Yuchen didn't reply, casually picked up the shawl, wiped his hands, and tossed it aside.

"get off!"

Jiang Zhou didn't quite understand. The dim lighting inside the car couldn't hide the man's melancholy aura.

Tan Yuchen lifted his eyelids and their eyes met through the rearview mirror.

Jiang Zhou belatedly realized what was happening, got out of the car and waited in the Mercedes behind. Tan Yuchen drove the Cullinan away, turning the steering wheel around and heading towards the main road.

It was already late at night outside the window. This place was a bit far from the city center, and the occasional neon lights that brushed past the billboards formed flowing lines, adorning the unfathomable depths of his eyes.

He lit a cigarette and dialed Xie Youze's number directly.

It was noisy on the other end after the call connected.

Tan Yuchen asked, "Where?"

"Old Zhou's club in Jiangbei, I must say, it's quite well-deserved. Dongzi's here too, do you want to come over for a bit?"

Before he could finish speaking, Tan Yuchen interrupted him.

"I need to talk to you. You have thirty minutes to get back here."

Whenever a man speaks in this tone, someone is bound to be in big trouble. Before Xie Youze could ask any further questions, the other end of the line had already hung up the phone.

The throttle numbers were steadily increasing, and Tan Yuchen turned the steering wheel, about to get onto the elevated road.

But a truck sped up from the side and crashed into us, dragging us across the ground with a creaking sound.

*

When Meng Jiuyi came out of the club, it was already one or two in the morning. The whole world was quiet. The streetlights that had just broken and had not yet been repaired emitted a faint yellow light, enveloping her alone.

She stood there in a daze for a while, then slowly started walking forward.

Jiang Zhou then drove up and rolled down the window.

"Miss Meng, shall I give you a ride?"

Meng Jiuyi noticed it was him and shook his head, "No need for me to think about going back alone, you go first."

“Although Kyushu is relatively safe, it’s not 100% safe to go out at night, especially since it’s so far from the city. If something happens to you, a girl, I’ll be in big trouble.”

Meng Jiuyi hadn't worked with him much, but she knew he was a man of his word.

I guessed that someone had made him do it.

If I don't take her home today, we'll probably just keep going like this. She didn't argue anymore, opened the door, and got into the car.

"Thanks."

The Mercedes slowly drove away from the side road. Meng Jiuyi turned her head and stared out the window in a daze. The shadows of the sycamore trees gradually fell on her face, and the dried tear stains on her cheeks could still be vaguely seen.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but speak up, "Miss Meng, do you have some misunderstanding about the Third Young Master?"

I usually think they get along quite well.

Meng Jiuyi twitched the corner of his mouth. "Is that so?"

What did she misunderstand about him?

"Although the Third Young Master is tough, he is not unreasonable. Last time, although he confiscated the things you used to threaten Feng Lan, he was actually the one who orchestrated the old lady throwing Feng Lan into the South Asian island."

Jiang Zhou handled this matter, so he naturally remembered it clearly.

Meng Jiuyi was taken aback, as if he had expected this, so it wasn't surprising.

He's a master at giving sweet treats after slapping someone.

"He responds better to gentle persuasion than force. Actually, he's quite easy to please. If you accidentally offend him, just wait until he calms down and say some nice things. He's not the kind of person who holds a grudge."

Jiang Zhou had followed Tan Yuchen for so many years and knew his methods of dealing with people.

When he went to pick up Meng Jiuyi at the airport, he was still worried about what would happen to her, but when he came out, it was the other person involved who was so angry that she turned red in the face.

Comparing the two incidents, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but recall the time when Tan Yuchen drove his car into the river on the cross-river bridge.

"The Third Young Master treats you quite specially. If Miss Meng were to soften her stance, this matter might be over."

What's so special about it?

Is it because he's so special that he keeps pressing her down and rubbing her in the ground?

Meng Jiuyi asked, "Why should I give in to him?"

Jiang Zhou was stunned. The face in the rearview mirror was small and delicate. The person who usually looked gentle and mild-mannered had a stubborn look on her face.

Why should I give in to him?

Meng Jiuyi had been compromising for the sake of making a living, but why did Tan Yuchen suddenly intrude into her life, making a mess of things and expecting her to please him and smile at him?

This question stumped Jiang Zhou; he had never thought of it before.

Everyone around Tan Yuchen obeys his orders without exception. Although the Fourth Miss is spoiled by him and is somewhat arrogant, he always has the final say in everything, and there is no room for bargaining.

He had such a strong presence and was so arrogant that Feng Lan spoke ill of him behind his back, but didn't dare to say a word to his face.

Jiang Zhou was used to obeying his orders and had never thought about Meng Jiuyi's problem.

Meng Jiuyi turned to look out the window and couldn't help but say.

"Do you think he has absolutely no problems? That's just how he treats you, but in my eyes, he's arrogant, self-important, and thinks he has everything under his control. He treats other people's lives like a ball, and giving them a little benefit is like giving them charity..."

Stop talking, Grandma!

Jiang Zhou wished he could close his ears tightly. There were surveillance cameras in the car, and although Tan Yuchen didn't watch them much, it wasn't 100% safe.

He quickly changed the subject, "That—"

Before they could finish speaking, a loud crash startled them both.

Meng Jiuyi looked up and saw that the giant truck loaded with goods had almost crashed into the car sideways. The car rolled several times and was almost crushed by the truck onto the tree roots.

The front of the car was instantly crushed; judging by the model, it was the Cullinan that Tan Yuchen was driving.

Meng Jiuyi opened his eyes wide in a daze, and then heard Jiang Zhou say.

"Miss Meng, get out of the car! There will be crowds after you cross these two streets, you should find some shelter first!"

She immediately pushed open the door and got out of the truck. It seemed that someone inside the truck was pointing something at the driver's seat of the Cullinan; it looked like a gun.

In that life-or-death moment, Jiang Zhou drove straight into it.

Meng Jiuyi immediately turned around, took out her phone, and called the police.

She walked faster and faster, ran faster and faster, her face grew paler and paler, and her half-long hair flew in the air.

It's none of her business. The remoteness of this place is none of her business, and the fact that the police are slow to arrive is none of her business.

She has done all she could.

If something happens to Tan Yuchen today.

That was his fate.