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Like a gust of wind. What exactly just happened? Why does she feel so discombobulated? Everything that's happening is strange! But why does she feel warm inside? Everything she sees is beautiful. Jiang Yuan, though naive, makes her feel good.
"Hello!" Han Qilu doesn't know where to look when he leans against the door frame. "I want to test drive a car. You want to come along?" Asking her made him feel awkward, but he hopes she says yes.
"I… ." She wants to go but she's stalling for time. Jiang Yuan wants her to wait so she decides not to leave.
She was just about to refuse when Jiang Yuan's voice carries into the living room. "Xiao Chuxia, go test drive a car with him. Anyway, the contract will take a while before reaching the bookshelf net headquarters. Relax, Ma will take care of your contract."
Curling her lip, she pretends to be put at a difficult position. "What do you want me to do, young master? It's as if I have no alternative but to go."
She witnesses him raising an eyebrow at her before she adds, "Don't you have a car already? Can't you learn to ride a bike to protect the environment? Indeed, I think that's a better idea. That way, we don't have to go to school together."
Han Qilu lifts his chin and looks at her frostily. She immediately shuts up and dares not to speak. She's misbehaving again! Can't he allow her to humor him? How annoying! She obediently follows him out, and Jiang Yuan looks at them, full of mischief. They sit in the car stiffly. The moment the door closes, her body relaxes.
He quickly starts the engine and makes the car speed off the driveway. The radio broadcasts the traffic news. She looks at Han Qilu and asks with displeasure, "Hey, young master, why don't you speak nicely to your mother?"
"What do you mean?" He drives with confidence, steering the wheel and avoiding cars as he weaves in and out of the crowded lanes. An Chuxia tightly clutches on to her seatbelt. She waits for him to slow down before shouting loudly, "Han Qilu! Do you want me to stay alive? Or are you assuring me a slow death?"
As they come to a red light, Han Qilu slows down to a stop before looking at her. "What do you want me to discuss with my mother?"
"Talk about our matters! That we simply are not what she imagines. We hate each other." The words coming from her heavy chest leaves her bewildered. This is an illusion, right? An illusion!
The surrounding air suddenly condenses. Han Qilu's face turns gloomy. Moving his lips, he doesn't have the strength to say, "You haven't seen today's morning paper, ah? You really didn't see? There's copy in the backseat."
An Chuxia listens to him, her suspicions getting the best of her. He was trying to tell her something about the newspaper this morning. She turns around and picks up the paper from the back of the car. She sees the picture taking up a large part of the paper and stares at it. This… what is this? This is actually… if she's not mistaken, it is she and him kissing.
The place looks familiar. This is not from the Han lawn. This is… Right, the restaurant!
God, ah, Buddha, do not play like this! She starts calming down until she sees the headline accompanying the photo: Han's Heir Han Qilu and Fiancée… .CHAPTER 200 The Satire of a Car Model
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Information about her unfolds under the headline. An Chuxia, the adopted daughter, and so on. She is so angry, she rolls up the paper and throws it at the back seat of the car. "Aren't you powerful, Han? The newspaper dares to post this kind of photo and content?"
He raises his eyebrow slightly. He knows she's smart enough to be open to facts. "Yes, this was what I was trying to tell you, what my father meant. The Sun newspaper is one of our businesses. The president must have asked Father, my father… I hope you really marry me."
"Sh*t!" An Chuxia is extremely uncomfortable under his stare. He steps on the accelerator and they move, but this time, slower than when they started. "Han Qilu of the Hans, are you really confused or are you pretending to be confused? Are you the kind of person who wnn't take other people's consideration just to make your father happy? We obviously hate each other. You should go and make that clear; they will understand."
Despite trying her best to convince Han Qilu, he doesn't speak. Instead, he stares straight ahead. It is not difficult to read him carefully. His lips are tight. His knuckles are slightly white from gripping the steering wheel. He's trying to suppress his own anger.
Just as she thought he wouldn't speak, his voice ring clearly in her eardrum. "We don't hate each other. At least, I don't hate you now."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
She hears the sound of her own heart thumping loudly.
"We're here." He stops the car and opens the door before taking the lead. It wasn't until she hears the car door shut behind her did she recover. Why did Han Qilu's words control her heartbeat?
How awful! This is simply villainous! She confesses she frees herself from earthly desires but she almost falls for the enemy. She should hold on and not fall for her mother's beneficiary's son!
She severely scolds her heart before opening the door and walking out. She looks and sees a small square. Next to it is a two-storey that covers an area of 4S shops.
"Is this the future Han Group's President's wife?" A female voice full of satire resonates. She frowns and turns toward the sound. A girl wearing a revealing outfit tugs Han Qilu's arm before eyeing her from head to toe.
She recognizes the lot containing the latest car models, and the fact that she doesn't like this woman. Who knows what part of her isn't fake?
She attempts to leave, but ends up standing at the 4S entrance with people in black suits staring at her. A foreigner arrives at Han Qilu's side. He leans toward Han's shoulder and smiles. "I didn't expect you to bring your fiancée, young master Han."
The corners of his mouth pulls. He isn't going to deny the fact. He cocks an eyebrow to the man. "Car?"
The man laughs. He walks to a car covered with a black cloth and tugs on it. An Chuxia suppresses her awe. No words can describe the car.
If she's not mistaken, this is the car in his magazine: the Lamborghini Reventon! It is said the car is named after a bull that killed a powerful bullfighter. After reading that trivia, she didn't continue learning about it. This model, with F22 fighter aircraft-style dashboard, has only 20 of this kind,.
"Do you really want to buy it?" An Chuxia looks happily at Han Qilu.