Chapter 71: Novice Driver Drives Sports Car, Passenger Injured
The final exams ended hastily.
Song Nian'an sat at the table, playing with her fingers and wiggling the ring from side to side.
"Tsk tsk tsk, stop shaking it, I saw it. Haven't you heard that showing off your love leads to a quick death?" Cheng Letian stepped over from the stool next to him and jumped over.
“You can show off too, I don’t mind.” Song Nian’an looked up at him.
The two chatted about their recent situations. Song Nian'an told him that he was going to join a film crew. Without saying a word, the silly brother took out a marker and searched all over his body for a place to sign his name, so that Song Nian'an could leave his original signature and wait for the day when he became a big star to auction it off on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace).
In the past month, Cheng Letian's IQ did not rise along with his game rank, but he did have the happy look of a lover on his face.
Song Nian'an didn't ask any more questions. Although his silly brother was thin-skinned and didn't like being asked, he couldn't help but let slip that he had a big mouth.
"Anzai, do you think I can visit the set? I've never been on a film set before, so it would be nice to go and see."
"We'll see when the time comes." As a newcomer, if I make a big fuss from the start, I'll be ostracized by my fellow cast members.
"Well then, do you need sponsorship? I'll ask my dad to invest in your production team, so that as an investor I can openly visit the set."
"Stop messing around, just let the little playmate teach you how to play games!" Song Nian'an packed her things and handed a design drawing and a file folder to Cheng Letian. "However, there is something I really need your help with. This is my design sketch for the guesthouse and the renovation contract. Please keep an eye on it for me. I won't be back for a while, and I can't let them cut corners! I'm leaving everything to you."
Cheng Letian clenched one fist and held the other palm in a cupped-hand salute, "Student Song is really quite impressive, managing both filming and design! I admire you!"
Then, out of curiosity, she asked, "But you took on this job at the guesthouse? That's great!"
"No... Wen Jing bought it for me as a gift."
Cheng Letian: "......."
Cheng Letian was too hasty; he should have thought of this earlier.
As they left the classroom, many students came up to them in the corridor and greeted them warmly. Some were from the art and design department, some from the architecture department, and some from the sports department.
Song Nian'an was a little overwhelmed and could only nod and smile repeatedly.
Besides trying to please others, it's inevitable that gossip will come from behind your back.
"That's our school's star anchor. I just saw the official announcement. He's going to film a new drama. Everyone knows about his affair with Shen Zhuangyue back in school!"
"I was wondering why he looked so familiar. Oh, it turns out he was that extra who was bullied back then. But I didn't hear anything about it afterward. How did he suddenly become the male lead?"
"Oh, it's him. No wonder. He's the one who was a mistress and cheated on his wife. I heard he even had an affair with a professor at our school. Just look at his sly face, you can tell how he became the male lead. Who knows which CEO he slept with."
Song Nian'an ignored these people, but Cheng Letian seemed to be angrier, and he picked up his clothes, ready to turn around and start a fight.
"Hmph, there's no one I can't out-argue in the Rift. These bastards deserve to be cursed."
Song Nian'an pulled him down to the parking lot below the teaching building. As if comforting a victim, she patted Cheng Letian's shoulder and said, "Alright, the gossip will only get louder in the future. Just let it go in one ear and out the other. If it all gets into your head, you'll end up as stupid as a mush. I don't care what they say about me at all."
Cheng Letian burst into tears, "You're so great and kind, my Anzai!!"
Song Nian'an sighed, wondering how to fix this silly brother's muddled brain.
The crying stopped abruptly. "No, you're saying I'm stupid!?"
Oh no, his reaction time is really slow, is there any hope for him?
"No, why did you bring me to the parking lot?" Cheng Letian asked. "Don't you usually get picked up by your driver at the entrance?"
"Today, let me take you for a drive and help you relax."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Nian'an saw Shen Zhuangyue's gloomy face from afar as she walked towards her.
Song Nian'an didn't even want to give a fake expression and swaggered over.
"Miss Shen, are you here to see Professor Wen at the school?"
Shen Zhuangyue composed herself, blinked hard twice, and gave a bitter smile. "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on becoming the male lead in the new drama yet."
Song Nian'an still held her chin up, with an arrogant expression, "Congratulations to you for marrying into the Wen family while your grandmother is ill."
Shen Zhuangyue's expression became somewhat complicated; she didn't know whether she should laugh or cry.
"Ahem." Cheng Letian, who had been watching the show, coughed awkwardly, interrupting them. "Miss Chen, we have some things to attend to right now. Why don't you go find Professor Wen first, and we'll head over?"
“Song Nian’an, actually…” Shen Zhuangyue tugged at Song Nian’an’s sleeve, about to speak, when Wen Siyan stopped her.
"Yueyue, you're here."
The sound made Shen Zhuangyue anxious, and her brows furrowed.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car? Why did you get off early?" His voice was very soft, but there was a hint of threat in his tone, though it lasted only a moment.
Shen Zhuangyue froze as Wen Siyan grabbed her shoulder and took her away.
"You did well on your final exams, Song Nian'an. See you next semester."
Wen Siyan smiled, nodded to Cheng Letian, and turned to leave.
Seeing the two walk away, Cheng Letian seemed to remember something and asked Song Nian'an, "I felt like Shen Zhuangyue had something to say to you just now..."
Song Nian'an also sensed it.
But he could feel Wen Siyan's terrifying aura and Shen Zhuangyue's inner fear even more clearly.
However, it's none of my business how they live; they are the people I chose.
"Let's go, get in the car!"
Cheng Letian's arm was pulled by Song Nian'an, and they stopped in front of a car.
"What! Is! This?!"
"Poverty has truly limited my imagination!"
"Old Huang was talking about this car in class just two days ago! Only 14 were ever made worldwide!"
"No, no, poverty is my sin. I was wrong from the moment I was an embryo, a terrible mistake!"
Song Nian'an chuckled, glanced at the excited Cheng Letian, and said, "Calm down, Cheng."
Song Nian'an opened the car door, making a gesture as if to say, "Young Master, please get in the car."
"Wow, you're already acting. You've got talent."
With a gust of wind and a flash of light, Song Nian'an stepped on the gas and disappeared from the school gate in an instant.
The students at the entrance were buzzing with discussion, and the missing car notice on the forum immediately went viral.
"Holy crap, am I blind? I think I just saw a Lamborghini Venneno. Does our school have some kind of hidden millionaire?"
"Who has information on wealthy people's secretaries! Where is my secretary?!"
It's certainly stylish, but it's a novice driver driving a sports car, and the one who got injured was the guy in the passenger seat.
At a highway service station, Cheng Le got out of the car, leaned on the door, felt dizzy, and looked at Song Nian'an with dazed eyes, saying, "I'll throw up first."
Cheng Letian felt like he had survived a disaster, and several times in the car he regretted that he hadn't had time to enjoy life.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice trembling with unease, "Do you even know how to drive?"
Song Nian'an leaned against the car door, hands on her hips, "I just got my driver's license yesterday."
Cheng Letian rubbed his eyes, making sure he was still alive.
She muttered under her breath, "Why didn't you give your husband a ride!"
Song Nian'an got into the car, stuck her head out, and said, "You're right. I'm going to find my husband. Bye-bye."
Cheng Letian looked like he'd choked on a nut, and quickly slipped into the passenger seat, pretending nothing had happened.
After returning home, Cheng Letian drank two bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid, which made him feel a little better.
Song Nian'an made a phone call to Wen Jing.
"Hello Mr. Wen, your personal driver is at your service. What time do you finish get off work?"
Wen Jing was still in a meeting.
"It might take a while."
"What if someone misses you? Are you missing me now?"
"I'm in a meeting."
Song Nian'an was a bit mischievous. Taking advantage of the fact that Wen Jing couldn't hit him right now, he started flirting with him.
"Godfather, is the meeting more important or me?"
Wen Jing: "..."
"Tell me, honey, do you miss me? I miss you so, so, so much! I just finished my final exams today and I really want to see you right now!"
Wen Jing took a deep breath, "Yes, I really want to, I want to so badly."
Wen Jing coughed twice, stood up, and said, "This is where the meeting ends today. Time to go home."
The assistants and vice presidents in the conference room were dumbfounded.
The assistant shared this exciting moment with her gossip-loving friends, and the group chat went wild:
"Is this really the same CEO who was just slamming his fist on the table and yelling that the planning team was useless?!"
"So cheesy! Aa ...
"This is so reminiscent of a doting husband!"
Song Nian'an parked his car in the most conspicuous spot downstairs from the building. Wen Jing walked out of the main entrance and heard Song Nian'an's praise again.
[Those long legs, that face—it's a feast for the eyes!!]
Wen Jing was walking over smugly when he heard...
【But today, you're still my favorite in-car consort!】
Inside the carriage, a favored courtier?
When Wen Jing opened the car door and got in, his expression was not good.
"Husband." Song Nian'an leaned closer. He was still a little uneasy. He had just brazenly forced the president to say some cheesy love words during the meeting on the phone, although it felt really good at the time.
Wen Jing pinched his cheek, "You, you."
Oh well, shouldn't I spoil my own baby?
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