Midsummer, noon.
The sun's heatwave baked the earth, giving the crisscrossing asphalt roads a flowing halo.
On the road, traffic moved slowly and was extremely congested.
Suddenly, a roaring sound rang out.
From far to near.
A bright blue motorcycle tore through the stagnant air, like a sharp blade cleaving through the heatwave, speeding through the gaps in the traffic.
The right-angle intersection 500 meters away.
A white sedan with its turn signal on was preparing to merge into the left-turn lane.
The two trajectories, like threads of fate, are irresistibly converging.
Inside the car.
Liu Lingzhen shuddered suddenly and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
She was reborn!
Her fingertips were burning hot on the steering wheel, yet her forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat.
Memories of my past life flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
She remembered that at this intersection, if she turned left later, she would crash into Qi Yuran's motorcycle.
And then began her terrifying and thrilling life!
no!
We must never repeat this mistake!
Liu Lingzhen bit her lip.
That accident was due to my own operational error.
Qi Yuran skillfully dodged the attack without getting hurt.
But the car body was still scratched.
She never imagined that a motorcycle would be worth a hundred times more than her car!
She can't afford to pay it back.
But what she didn't expect was...
Qi Yuran is very handsome.
He was so handsome that she was completely stunned on the street.
For an ordinary office worker, encountering such a handsome and wealthy second-generation heir is completely unimaginable.
She began to consider getting closer to him.
Using the pretext of paying compensation, they sought various ways to stay by his side, even quitting their jobs to work at his club.
But she later discovered that Qi Yuran was not only a madman.
He's also a paranoid psychopath.
He often questioned her motives for approaching him and used various extreme methods to test when she would give up.
For example, when he makes bets on racing, he always lets her sit in the passenger seat so she can experience the thrill and fear of steep drops on cliffside mountain roads without guardrails.
She was terrified every time.
Even more frightening is...
Because of his exceptional talent and excessive arrogance, he offended many people while racing.
These people are either rich or powerful.
They were all ruthless and unruly individuals who were not to be trifled with.
They somehow concluded that she was Qi Yuran's woman, and began to find all sorts of ways to cause her trouble.
She was frequently harassed and threatened.
She had thought she could use this incident to seek Qi Yuran's protection.
Unexpectedly, he smiled and agreed, making her his girlfriend in name only. But in reality, he kept a close watch on her, requiring her to report her whereabouts to him almost 24 hours a day.
His desire for control is so strong it's suffocating.
He also felt extremely insecure.
He kept interrogating her about whether she had leaked club secrets, whether she had gone out to dinner with those scoundrels, and whether she had tampered with his race car with others.
She's really had enough!
Even with money, you can't endure a life of constant fear and complete distrust!
The traffic lights were flashing ahead.
Liu Lingzhen gritted her teeth, turned off the turn signal, stepped on the gas, and drove straight ahead.
...
"Honey~ My brother will come over and get the flowers for me later."
"Yeah, yeah, it's that silver-haired guy, the one who always has a sour face, like someone owes him eight million."
"You've seen the photos."
Shen Zhiyi put the spray bottle on the table and chuckled, "How can you talk about your own brother like that?"
"Besides, he looks quite well-behaved in the photos."
“Good boy?” Qi Jinjiu exclaimed dramatically on the other end of the phone, “If he’s good, then I’m the number one virtuous woman of this century.”
"You'll see when you see him."
"They don't even look at people properly."
"The most stinky fart in the world."
"The most arrogant person in the world."
“I’m his own sister! I asked him to get me some flowers, and he was so reluctant, like it was his life.”
Qi Jinjiu snorted.
"If he dares to give you a hard time later, just beat him up!"
Shen Zhiyi smiled, pursing her lips.
"Isn't this a bad idea?"
"What's wrong with that?" Qi Jinjiu chuckled twice and kissed her a few times over the phone. "We're practically inseparable, why are we talking like strangers?"
"My brother is your brother, beat him up if you want!"
"Okay, that's all for now, my crush is here! Bye-bye!"
She hung up the phone in a flurry.
Shen Zhiyi held her phone, smiling and shaking her head.
Her best friend doesn't care about anything, but she's particularly enthusiastic about chasing men.
If I remember correctly.
This should be the third male god she has met this month.
She truly achieved a state of having no man in her heart, and replacing the old with a new one.
He is truly a role model for us all.
She wandered around the flower shop, took out the bouquet she was going to give to her best friend, and wrote a greeting card for her separately.
Then I picked up the hose and sprayed water on the newly arrived flowers.
The street outside the gate.
The motorcycle sped through the bend, braked sharply, swerved to the side, and came to a steady stop in front of the flower shop.
A pair of long legs were planted on the ground.
The boy, dressed in black, took off his helmet and tossed his hair.
The silver earring in her left ear reflected a cool light in the sunlight.
His dazzling silver short hair was neatly spread out, with a few strands slightly obscuring his arrogant eyebrows. When he looked up, he had a wild and proud gaze that exuded a passionate vitality.
His expression, however, was nonchalant.
His skin was very fair, but his lips were bright red.
His lips were slightly upturned, carrying a lazy and disdainful smile, as if he didn't care about anything and didn't care about anything.
That's the recklessness that belongs only to young people.
Qi Yuran hung his helmet on the vehicle, swung his long legs, and nimbly got off.
I glanced up at the flower shop sign.
"Attention Flower Shop"
He raised an eyebrow, pushed open the door, and walked into the store.
The wind chimes at the door tinkled.
Qi Yuran lifted his eyelids and saw a woman holding a hose watering flowers in the center of the glass greenhouse.
She was wearing a white lace headscarf and was facing him sideways.
The light blue dress spread out gently among the flowers, like a serene butterfly, softly fluttering its wings.
Sunlight shines through the water column, refracting into a rainbow-like halo.
She turned her head.
She met his eyes and her gaze curved slightly.
Tiny water droplets fell and turned into mist, instantly entering Qi Yuran's heart like a dense net, gently capturing him.
A gust of wind blew in from outside the door.
He heard the wind chimes ring again.
This time.
Perhaps it was a spark of attraction.
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