rear-end collision
rear-end collision
"Brother Yong is really lucky with women... This girl is truly a beauty, even I couldn't resist her."
"What exactly is their relationship? They're kissing so intensely, it feels like they're about to clear the room and start having sex any second."
"Girlfriend or someone you're dating, who knows?"
The voices around me varied in volume. I stared blankly at Xie Yong, who narrowed his eyes slightly in displeasure, a subtle expression appearing on his handsome face.
"Alright." As soon as he spoke, the surrounding conversation stopped abruptly. Everyone present was slightly taken aback, and then they all turned to look at him.
Xie Yong lowered his eyelashes, revealing his dark eyes, and coldly said, "It's just a game."
It was a very cold remark, but it was obvious that he wasn't happy. Perhaps he hated people talking about things related to him. This little episode in the game was quickly and deliberately glossed over by everyone. The kiss between him and me just now was nothing more than a simple game.
I didn't say much, but I knew that my position here was the most awkward one.
Although I was dressed exquisitely and beautifully, I was actually no different from the girls in the private room who were dressed in revealing bunny girl outfits, responsible for dealing cards and playing games. Many people regarded me as Xie Yong's object of amusement, and no one considered whether I actually wanted to play that game.
I lowered my head and gripped my phone tightly.
As the next round of the game began, I left the private room and went to the corridor outside. Opposite was an antique collection room, designed with red bricks and limestone, which was full of historical weight. Oil portraits of the first president were hanging on the walls.
As I was wandering aimlessly, a beautifully wrapped bouquet of pink tulips and white roses suddenly appeared before me.
The boy holding the flowers was the one who had struck up a conversation with me not long ago.
I took a step back, and he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. "I thought you were gone. What are you doing here?"
"..." My eyes looked away.
The boy smiled gently, his cheeks slightly flushed: "Actually, I was quite surprised that Xie Yong was willing to play that game with you. I thought you were his girlfriend, but you two don't seem to know each other very well... It's just a game, everyone plays it anyway."
He offered his clumsy words of comfort, and I knew that for such arrogant and haughty rich kids like them, it was no easy feat to say something like that.
I forced a smile, my fingers unconsciously twirling around my hair. He took a step forward. "Can you tell me your name?"
“…Jiang Fu.” I typed it to him, but I was a little uncomfortable with his overly intense gaze. He had been staring at my face since earlier, making me wonder if I had cried and ruined my makeup, which was why he was staring at me.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, then chuckled. "I don't think so, otherwise why would you be playing games with Xie Yong?"
Before I could explain, the boy's gaze was intense, and I understood the strong implication behind his question.
People like him easily become interested in single girls. He pursued me, but that didn't stop him from flirting with other girls and sleeping with them at the same time. Just like the game Xie Yong and I played earlier, no one would take it seriously.
I gave a faint smile, the corners of my lips curving upwards, and accepted the flowers. He seemed very surprised and delighted. "You said yes?"
“…I only accept flowers,” I typed to him.
He paused for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing, "You're really interesting. No wonder Xie Yong took a liking to you."
I walked out of the collection room with the flowers in my arms. He didn't chase after me, just as I had suspected—a simple case of hormones raging and restless. I composed myself and prepared to go home, but I was startled when I stepped outside. Xie Yong was standing there in the corridor, relaxed and nonchalant.
To be honest, he was exceptionally handsome, and his pale skin, combined with his natural air of nobility, made him stand out and create a strong visual impact.
My gaze unconsciously slid down from his high, straight nose to his thin, aloof lips.
Suddenly, I noticed a faint trace of light red lipstick on his lips... I blushed.
It was left for him by me.
I subconsciously raised my hand to touch my lips, only to realize that this action was a complete attempt to cover up the truth.
He frowned slightly, seemingly disliking the bouquet of flowers I was holding. He asked coldly, "When do you plan to go back?"
I gestured, "I don't know, maybe I'll take a taxi home."
He couldn't understand, so I took out my phone to type it out for him, when I suddenly noticed that the lawyer I had contacted earlier that day had sent me a message.
"Miss Jiang, I met Mr. Yu today."
“We still need to discuss other things, but he asked me to tell you that he wants to break up with you and hopes you won’t waste any more time waiting for him.”
I stared at those words, sweat beading on my fingertips. I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave. I clenched my fist gently. The shame, helplessness, and other complex emotions from just over ten minutes ago vanished in that moment. I suddenly raised my head as if I had grabbed a lifeline and looked straight at Xie Yong.
I have to do as Ye Fenglin says. I need to find a way to keep him interested and make him want to be with me...
I have to get Yu Xu out of prison!
My mind was filled with these thoughts, so I typed out a sentence and handed it to him.
"Please take me home."
Xie Yong glanced at me and tossed something at me: "I've had too much to drink. You drive me home."
These words were anything but polite, revealing his arrogant and uncompromising nature. He was probably used to giving orders like this, and his background meant that those around him would always obey him.
I gripped the high-tech car key tightly. Xie Yong didn't say goodbye to anyone and led me away from the club. Before leaving, he threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can in the parking lot.
His car had a very large interior space and was exceptionally imposing. I felt awkward sitting in the driver's seat, but Xie Yong stopped talking as soon as he got into the passenger seat. He closed his eyes, looking like he was completely at ease letting me drive.
I turned on the navigation and carefully started the car. As soon as I left the underground parking lot, I glanced to the side and saw that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. After thinking for a moment, I stopped the car again.
I leaned over, my head bowed, unaware that my long hair had slipped from my shoulders and fallen into his palm. I had just finished tying it for him and hadn't even gotten up yet when he suddenly opened his eyes.
I:"……!"
Wasn't he asleep? I looked at my wrist, which was being gripped tightly, and couldn't help but groan. His hands were unusually cold, with distinct knuckles and long, slender shape. He seemed to enjoy the way I was leaning over him, and his fingers tightened their grip slightly.
"..." "Don't do this," I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't make a sound even when I opened my mouth, so I could only push his shoulder.
Xie Yong's dark eyes darkened, then he relaxed and closed them again.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't seen many men lose control after getting drunk; Xie Yong was the first. I carefully looked him over to make sure he had fallen asleep again before driving on. I drove around the Upper East Side and accidentally ended up near the white buildings of the Imperial Hospital.
There were many cars in front of me, and I gripped the steering wheel nervously. Just as the traffic light ahead was about to change color, I stepped on the brakes in advance, never expecting that I would hear a crash behind me the next second.
Xie Yong opened his eyes, his eyes narrowing slightly in displeasure at the not-so-major impact. "What happened?"
I was extremely nervous. I took out my phone and told him, "Someone crashed into us from behind. Two cars collided."
Xie Yong hummed in agreement, not annoyed at all. "You stay seated and don't move. I'll go down and take a look."
I saw him open the car door and couldn't help but turn around. Behind me was a dark black Cullinan. A young man got out of the driver's seat. He was very tall, probably over 1.85 meters, and wearing a black trench coat. I only glanced at him through the rearview mirror, but my heart started racing.
Xie Yong and him... should know each other.
I saw them chat for a few words in the back of the car, it seemed they planned to settle things privately rather than call the traffic police.
I felt no relief whatsoever. Instead, I pressed my head firmly against the steering wheel, my pupils constricted, and a feeling of suffocation rose in my throat.
Why is it Jiang Zhao? How could he be here...? I couldn't help but start trembling. My brain felt like it had rusted. After a few moments, I finally remembered that Jiang Mingzhuo had been in a car accident at the Imperial Hospital nearby. Jiang Zhao might have come from there.
"Xie Yong, who drove the car like this? How dare you ride in it?" Jiang Zhao's voice was unique, with a natural air of nobility and arrogance. He was the heir to the oldest conglomerate in the Empire State, carrying a natural aura of authority, with an exceptionally strong sense of aggression and presence.
He walked over.
My legs trembled slightly. I knew the glass was a specially made privacy screen and Jiang Zhao wouldn't be able to see me at all, but my childhood friendship with him had instilled in me a physical fear of him. I was afraid he would catch me, pin me down on the piano, and give me a good beating.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, barely daring to breathe, only vaguely hearing Xie Yong's cold voice: "It's none of your business, mind your own business."
"Planning to take someone to a hotel?" Jiang Zhao's voice was laced with sarcasm and disdain, and he gave a very soft chuckle.
Xie Yong stood in front of the car, blocking Jiang Zhao's view. "Let's talk about it another day. I've had too much to drink and my head hurts a bit. Leave this to my dad's assistant. Someone will contact you in a few days."
I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a few minutes, when Xie Yong opened the door. I was terrified, afraid that Jiang Zhao was still there, so I simply reached out and hugged Xie Yong, burying my head tightly in his chest.
He didn't push me away, but instead made a phone call.
"Imperial University Medical Center, across the street, come pick me up as soon as possible."
Within minutes, a very low-key Bentley pulled up, and a man who looked like an assistant walked from the driver's seat to Xie Yong's side. "Young Master."
"Take care of this," Xie Yong instructed the man, then reached out and lifted me out of the driver's seat. I clung to his coat as he walked a few steps and placed me in the other car. Looking at my trembling appearance, he said in a deep voice, "It's not your fault, what are you afraid of?"
I couldn't explain, so I just kept my head down.
He had no idea how terrifying Jiang Zhao was. Even though I knew he should have forgotten me by now and should be wholeheartedly in love with Lin Zhi'en... I had spent every day with him, and for years I was subjected to his forceful demands and oppression. He controlled me both mentally and physically. The despair that surrounded me with fear had reached the point where I would tremble at the mere mention of his name.
Unfortunately, Xie Yong disapproved of my escapist behavior, so he lifted my chin and made me look at him.
"Where to..." I asked, my voice trembling in his palm.
He stared at my face for a while, then said, "We're at my house. Get out of the car."
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