Chapter 286 The Spoiled Little Princess
"I'm free anyway..." Lu Zuofan explained, "I didn't bother you, I was just following behind the car, is that not allowed?"
"It's not that it's impossible, but if you have too much money, you'll need to burn oil, and nobody will care."
Lu Zuofan asked her, "The car I'm driving today is more suitable for beginners. Shall we get in?"
"No," Qu Jingyou said, "I have some."
"What about the driver?"
Qu Jingyou said, "Just wait on the side."
“Look, it’s getting cold. It’s not right to leave him out in the cold. How about... he takes my car and finds a place to wait, and we can have him come over after we’re done here?”
Actually, Lu Zuofan didn't want a third person to be present.
Qu Jingyou thought about it and agreed.
She went over and gave him a few instructions, and then the driver drove Lu Zuofan's car away.
"Get in the car."
After Qu Jingyou finished speaking, she took the lead and got into the driver's seat.
Lu Zuofan got into the passenger seat.
"We need to adjust the seat first," Lu Zuofan said. "Adjust it to a comfortable and suitable position for you."
"Of course I know, you don't need to tell me." Qu Jingyou looked around: "Where to adjust it?"
Lu Zuofan said, "It's usually on your left, a little below. Or you can look under the side window for a button."
Qu Jingyou didn't see it: "Where is it?"
Lu Zuofan leaned closer: "Shall I help you?"
Qu Jingyou leaned back, her back pressed against the seat: "You come."
Lu Zuofan leaned closer.
The scent of a man was overwhelming.
He carried a cool, subtle fragrance, very faint, but quite pleasant.
Lost in thought, I felt the seat move forward a little, and the distance between us suddenly closed.
"Hello!"
Qu Jingyou reached out and put her hand on his shoulder: "What are you doing!"
Lu Zuofan shifted slightly to the side: "How do you like this spot?"
Qu Jingyou glared at him, then gripped the steering wheel.
"Step on the gas and brake."
It was fine when she stepped on the brake, but when she stepped on the gas, there was a loud bang that startled her.
"Just step on it lightly."
Why didn't you say so sooner!
"What do you think of the location? Is it suitable?"
"It's alright," Qu Jingyou said.
"Then adjust the angle of the chair back."
"Tell me how to adjust it."
Lu Zuofan glanced at her, knowing that she didn't like him getting close.
He had no choice but to get out of the passenger seat, walk over to her, open the driver's side door, show her the adjustment button, and then direct her to adjust it to a suitable position.
Once everything was ready, Lu Zuofan got into the passenger seat.
"Have you driven before?" Lu Zuofan asked her. "You've been to driving school twice, right?"
"I've done it several times already," Qu Jingyou said. "It's not that I'm stupid, it's that the teacher doesn't know how to teach!"
Lu Zuofan was actually a little worried.
After all, the car used for the test is very different from the car we drive now.
Actually, the car he drove here today was more suitable for her to practice driving.
But if she doesn't go, there's nothing he can do.
Next, Lu Zuofan truly witnessed just how inept women were at controlling mechanical things.
Qu Jingyou is good at everything else.
But when I start driving, I get flustered and don't know where to look.
I did one thing, then forgot another, and my hands and feet were still uncoordinated.
When turning the steering wheel, I don't even press the accelerator or brake.
Previously at the driving school, Qu Jingyou enrolled in the VIP program, which offered one-on-one instruction and flexible hours.
Even so, for a coach, a student like her is still a form of torture.
Besides, many schools nowadays offer one-on-one tutoring, so the coach can't possibly give her special treatment.
After going twice, the coach spoke unpleasantly to Qu Jingyou, who couldn't stand the humiliation, so she simply stopped going.
I did pass the first part of the driving test.
For the second part of the driving test, you need to practice at a special training ground at the driving school.
The main goal now is to let her familiarize herself with the car's features and get a feel for it.
Qu Jingyou didn't expect Lu Zuofan to be so patient.
No matter what she did, he didn't say a word more than necessary, but simply told her softly what she should and shouldn't do.
Even if she made a mistake, he would say, "No rush, take your time."
Qu Jingyou didn't know what was wrong with her; it seemed like she couldn't control herself once she got in the car.
The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you make; the more mistakes you make, the more you lose your composure.
It became a vicious cycle, and she no longer wanted to drive.
But with Lu Zuofan by her side today, she gradually calmed down, and turning, reversing, and making U-turns were no longer as chaotic as before.
Driving practice was tiring. Qu Jingyou finally released the accelerator, stepped on the brake, and let out a sigh of relief.
Lu Zuofan looked at her and said, "Are you tired? Let's stop here for today. Your legs will get sore if we stay here too long."
Before long, Qu Jingyou's legs started to ache.
She was pampered and spoiled, and had never experienced any hardship.
She's a spoiled little princess.
She got out of the car, stretched, and moved her arms and legs.
She found a place to sit down and bent down to massage her calves.
Anyway, it's uncomfortable.
Lu Zuofan knelt down in front of her, almost kneeling on one knee: "Shall I give you a massage?"
"Need not."
Qu Jingyou would never let a man touch her.
“Through the clothes,” Lu Zuofan said; “and I’m very professional, just think of me as a staff member at a foot massage parlor.”
Qu Jingyou said, "I've never had a foot massage before, and I don't like other people touching me."
"Your calves will be very sore tomorrow, and might even hurt," Lu Zuofan said. "Not even through clothes?"
Qu Jingyou was skeptical: "Are you really a professional? How can a top CEO know everything? That's too unprofessional."
"My mom used to be in poor health, so I specifically sought out someone to teach me massage, so my technique is pretty good. Want to give it a try?"
Qu Jingyou straightened her legs: "You'll be in big trouble if you don't massage properly."
Lu Zuofan grabbed her ankle with one hand and placed her foot on his knee.
Qu Jingyou instinctively tried to dodge: "I'm wearing shoes..."
"It's alright." Lu Zuofan gently pulled her back.
The next second, he grabbed her leg with one hand and began to knead her calf with the other.
The first blow made Qu Jingyou exclaim, "Ouch, that hurts!"
"It hurts already?"
"Do you even know how to do this?!" The spoiled little princess wanted to kick him to death: "That hurts!"
Lu Zuofan said, "That means you used the wrong method with your calves just now. If I don't massage them, they'll definitely hurt even more tomorrow."
"I don't believe it."
Lu Zuofan smiled; "I'll be gentler, okay?"
Qu Jingyou felt much better now.
It still hurts a little, but it's also quite exhilarating.
Qu Jingyou doesn't like others touching her body. She only gets facials occasionally, and doesn't do anything else.
She absolutely refuses foot massages and the like.
It's not that she's traditional or old-fashioned; it's just that she can't accept strangers pinching and touching her feet. It makes her very itchy and uncomfortable.
Lu Zuofan wasn't touching her skin yet; the pressure was just right, even through her clothes. Qu Jingyou braced herself on the wooden stool with both hands, and when she looked down, she saw Lu Zuofan's high, straight nose.
He also kept his head down, his attention focused on her calves.
As I said before, people who are focused on their work are quite charming.
Qu Jingyou thought to herself, "That scoundrel Lu Zuofan isn't entirely without merit."
It's a pity that his past philandering and womanizing touched a nerve with her, which sealed his fate.
He massaged her legs alternately, and Qu Jingyou was quite satisfied with his skills.
Suddenly, Lu Zuofan's body swayed.
He instinctively tugged at Qu Jingyou.
"Ah!" Qu Jingyou almost fell over; "What are you doing!"
Lu Zuofan had already braced himself on the ground with one hand.
He smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, my legs are numb."
Qu Jingyou then realized that he had been squatting like that for at least twenty minutes.
No wonder my legs went numb.
"No need to press anymore." She pulled her leg back: "Move it slowly."
Lu Zuofan helped himself up from the wooden stool, stretched for a while, and said, "I'm fine now. Shall we continue?"
"No need," Qu Jingyou said. "Thank you."
"Thank me?"
Qu Jingyou asked curiously, "Otherwise what?"
"I'm a little flattered," Lu Zuofan said with a smile. "I didn't expect to hear you thank me."
"That's funny. It's not like I'm impolite," Qu Jingyou said. "You helped me, so of course I have to thank you."
"To be honest, I don't really want you to thank me."
"Why? You're so kind, doing good deeds without expecting anything in return?"
“Of course not,” Lu Zuofan said. “On the contrary, I am a person with a very clear goal. If I put in the effort, I must get a return.”
"Then I advise you not to waste your time on me. Otherwise, all your efforts will be in vain."
“You’re different.” Lu Zuofan looked down at her. “I’ve lived for thirty years, and you’re the only exception and special person in my life. Before you, I never thought I would be so attached to someone, so unforgettable…”
"Stop talking," Qu Jingyou interrupted him. "I don't want to hear it."
"Okay, I won't say."
Qu Jingyou's good mood vanished. She stood up and said, "I'm leaving."
"Aren't you going to practice driving anymore?"
"I'm not practicing anymore."
Lu Zuofan asked her, "Can I take you home?"
“I have a driver.”
"Then tomorrow..."
"We'll see," Qu Jingyou said. "I'm happy that I've finished today's task. Let's not think about unhappy things for now."
She said meeting him tomorrow would be an unhappy experience.
Lu Zuofan's smile was somewhat bitter: "Then, I'll send you a message later."
"Alright."
Qu Jingyou called the driver, who quickly came and drove her away.
Lu Zuofan didn't leave; he leaned against the car door and made a phone call.
Less than half an hour later, a car arrived and several people got out.
Qu Jingyou went back and went to sleep.
She felt so tired.
The young girl, who had never done any physical labor before, was exhausted after pressing the accelerator and brake pedals for an hour.
Qu Jingyou had previously heard from her classmates that some people could drive for more than ten hours straight back to their hometown.
She didn't think much of it at the time, but now that she thinks about it, it was really impressive.
Anyway, she felt she would be exhausted if she drove for that long.
However, today's driving practice did boost her confidence.
She felt that the day she would get her driver's license was not far off.
Judging from this, Lu Zuofan is actually a hero.
At worst, once she gets her marriage certificate, I'll give her something as a token of my gratitude.
After all, she is a very polite and well-behaved child.
Qu Jingyou didn't go out in the afternoon; she stayed at home and sometimes chatted with her classmates.
Finally, she took the initiative to send a message to Lu Zuofan.
She said: I'll continue practicing driving tomorrow.
She thought it was a good deal; she met with Lu Zuofan, so she wouldn't break her promise, and she could also practice driving.
Lu Zuofan quickly replied: Okay.
The next day, Qu Jingyou arrived at the driving practice area and was dumbfounded.
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