"Daddy, what's wrong?" The little girl's sweet voice rang out in the car.
Wan Ge patted her head: "It's raining. Your dad told us to come up here to take shelter from the rain."
The little girl looked at Wan Ge when she heard her voice, and her eyes widened instantly: "Wow! Sister, you're so beautiful! Are you a fairy?"
When Wan Ge heard what he said, she laughed and reached out to pat her head: "Sister is not a fairy."
After saying that, she took a piece of chocolate from her bag: "Here, have this."
The little girl didn't answer immediately, but instead looked at her father, as if waiting for his approval.
The driver nodded, and the little girl accepted it.
The uncle also poured them a cup of hot tea, and was relieved that they were all alright.
The man hadn't broken any rules, and he was fine, so he wasn't too worried.
…
They didn't have to wait long; the relevant personnel arrived quickly, and at the same time, the people who were there to pick up Wan Ge and the others also arrived.
After Ye Muheng and Wan Ge finished dealing with their matters, the driver stayed behind to clean up the mess.
Wan Ge patted the driver on the shoulder: "Uncle Liu, I'll leave the rest to you. Thank you for your hard work. I'll have someone compensate you later."
"No need, no need, I'm so glad you're alright, Miss." He was terrified. He couldn't imagine that if even one of the two people in the car had an accident, he might not be able to survive and would also implicate his family.
"Of course, if it weren't for Uncle Liu's good skills, we might all be injured or in more serious condition now."
If it weren't for the opponent's skillful dodge in time, and their relatively calm and correct judgment in the face of the accident...
They probably only have two possibilities. The first possibility is that they crashed directly into a large truck, which could result in a fatal accident.
The second possibility is that if it's installed on a nearby cement wall, there's a high probability of an accident, and the injury would likely be minor.
The other party first took evasive action, then assessed the car's inertia and made the correct decision to crash into it.
"Well... thank you, Miss." Uncle Liu was already resigned to the possibility of being fired. In fact, he had been introduced to the job by a friend and hadn't always been by Mr. Ye's side.
He hadn't been with the young lady for long, and he had previously worked as a driver for wealthy families. He had initially thought that after what had happened, they probably wouldn't hire him anymore. But now it seemed they had no intention of firing him.
"You're welcome. We'll leave the rest to you. Please call us if you have any questions. Then, just report the car issue to your insurance company."
"Yes, miss."
…
Ye Muheng held his hand tightly. Wan Ge looked at the person beside her and said, "I'm really fine, don't worry. You... you shouldn't be injured either, right?"
After confirming that she was safe, Ye Muheng checked her several times to see if she was injured.
Seeing that the car was moving so smoothly, Wan Ge figured that no one seemed to be injured, so she didn't ask Ye Muheng.
Ye Muheng shook his head: "I didn't."
"Look, you've protected me. If you're not hurt, I won't get hurt either."
When Wan Ge senses danger, the other person will still instinctively protect themselves.
Actually, it wasn't just this once. From childhood to adulthood, whenever the other person wasn't engrossed in drawing in the wild, they would always protect me like this.
"Hmm." Ye Muheng patted his head.
…
By the time they returned to the Ye family home, the rain had stopped.
Wan Ge told Ye Muheng to get some rest before having the driver take her back to her residence in the city.
After a good night's rest, Wan Ge went back to work as usual the next day.
Ye Muheng looked at his phone. It was a message from Wan Ge after she got home yesterday, letting him know she was safe and sending him a goodnight message. But he hadn't received a message from her this morning.
Not only that, he found that for the next week, Wan Ge would only occasionally ask him if he had eaten, and say goodnight to him.
Ye Muheng's expression wasn't particularly good. Why was she being so cold to him?
“Son…” Madam Ye walked into the studio, where all the portraits were of the same person.
There were sketches and oil paintings, all kinds of evening songs with different expressions.
The housekeeper said the child had been in the art studio for a week, spending all his evenings there except for simple meals and baths.
If he hadn't been eating, the housekeeper probably would have called them long ago.
I never expected my son to suddenly go into this state because of painting "Evening Song"? But why would he paint "Evening Song"?
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