Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Beep!" Su Yan had not gone far when she heard a car honking from behind. She subconsciously turned around and saw that it was Lin Zhenhui's car. She could not help but frown. Wasn't Lin Zhenhui already drunk? Why was he still driving at this time?
The car window rolled down. Lin zhenhui whistled and said, "Hey, gorgeous! Need a ride?"
Su Yan asked with confusion, "Why are you here? Aren't you ... drunk?"
Lin zhenhui said with a smile, "No one can get me drunk unless I want to. Moreover, I had taken some anti-alcoholic drugs before I came here, so I was sober before the end of the party. Now get in. I'll drive you back."
Su Yan raised her eyebrows and refused, "Don't bother. My place is in the opposite direction, and it's already late. You'd better go back and rest. I'll drive myself back."
Lin Zhenhui took off his sunglasses and pouted at her, looking at the two bags in her hand full of birthday presents. "Come on! Su Yan, please don't waste our time. Look! It's dawning soon. Why bother to carry heavy presents? Just get in!"
Seeing him insist, Su Yan sighed. "Alright, thanks."
Lin Zhenhui opened the door and said gently, "My pleasure. And, it's my honor to give you a hand."
After Su Yan sitting in the car, Lin Zhenhui started the car. He drove so fast that the car was like flying on the street. Su Yan had been tired for a whole day, so she lay in the passenger seat and dozed off. Lin Zhenhui was focused on driving and did not want to disturb her.
"Screech!" Suddenly, a sudden brake sounded, waking Su Yan up.
"What's wrong?"Su Yan was a little confused and asked subconsciously.
Lin Zhenhui hit the steering wheel and said, "F*cki! I had rear-ended someone."
Su Yan rubbed her eyes and looked forward. An extended black Bentley came into her view. She frowned slightly. As Su Yan looked at the car, she felt familiar with it. Before she could remember, Lan Jian walked out of the car.
"Tsk tsk, holy cr*p! It was scratched so badly that even the primer was exposed." Lan Jian said.
At the same time, the driver's door opened and Wei Zhou walked out. He did not look at the scraped area first but looked at Su Yan with a gloomy face.
Looking at Wei Zhou, Lin Zhenhui was speechless. What a coincidence! He felt that he really had bad luck today. How could he rear-end Wei Zhou?
"Su Yan, what should we do?" Lin Zhenhui asked.
Su Yan frowned. Looking at Wei Zhou in front of the car, she remembered their kiss outside the bar. Although she did it merely for fun at that time, she was not very happy when she thought about it now.
"Get off the car and talk to them properly. Take the insurance if necessary. It's not good for any of us to be tense," Su Yan said.
Although there should not be paparazzi following them at this time, Lin Zhenhui was still a popular young idol. It was better to avoid unnecessary trouble in case someone took the photos secretly.
"Alright, then you stay in the car," Lin Zhenhui said.
"I'm very sorry. It was my fault that I had scratched your car. Do you want me to compensate for your loss or take the insurance? It's all up to you." Just as he got out of the car, Lin Zhenhui began to apologize.
Wei Zhou looked at Yun Su, who was sitting in the passenger seat. She had already closed her eyes, putting her hand deliberately in front of her forehead so that no one could see her face clearly. It seemed like she wanted to hide.
Looking at Su Yan's tender pink lips, Wei Zhou also thought of the scene of being kissed outside the bar. Thinking of this, he suddenly looked toward Lin Zhenhui, his eyes filling with coldness.
He still remembered Lin Zhenhui, who had been a popular young star in the entertainment industry for the past few years. Earlier this year, he had entered the ranks of A-list actors because of a well-sold movie that he had filmed. He was also the man who had publicly told the paparazzi that he had a crush on Su Yan for a long time in the parking lot of the civil affairs bureau.
Moreover, Wei Zhou remembered that during this period, whenever Su Yan went on a trending search, Lin Zhenhui would announce on his microblog that he adored Su Yan. He could be considered Su Yan's number one pursuer.
"One hundred thousand." Wei Zhou said coldly.
Lin Zhenhui's smile gradually turned cold. "A hundred thousand? Sir, although it is a Bentley, it won't actually cost so much even if you fix it with the original paint. You don't think my money is so easy to earn, right?"