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The two of them slowly savored their tea. Fei Hu suddenly thought that every time it was the other person asking him questions, so why not take the initiative this time and change the topic? He smiled and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you have something on your mind lately? I feel like something's off with you; you seem more haggard."
"I've told you many times, when we're alone, just call me 'sister.' You're trying to distance yourself from me on purpose. As for having something on my mind, everyone does. But everything has its past; I've gotten through my rough patch. I'm back to being myself now. You need to listen carefully: if you really don't have that kind of relationship with Ye Xiaofei, I expect a lot of calls from you tonight. Don't ignore them and make me angry; you should know my temper," Wang Qian said, throwing a flirtatious glance at Fei Hu.
This woman truly had a way of captivating any man she set her sights on. Fei Hu kept his eyes on Wang Qian as he drank his tea. It seemed Wang Qian noticed his greedy gaze and deliberately sat across from him, stretching and showing off her beautiful figure.
Just as Fei Hu felt his heart racing, his phone in his pocket rang. He quickly took it out to see it was the office landline calling. As soon as he answered, he heard the anxious voice of Miss Li from the HR department: "Fei Hu, has Mr. Wang's matter been settled? Miss Ye suddenly wants to leave early; can you get back in half an hour?"
"Oh, hold on a second; let me ask Mr. Wang what she says," Fei Hu said, pressing the receiver against his ear and relaying Miss Li's message to Wang Qian, who reluctantly nodded.
Fei Hu then told Miss Li, "We're on our way back now. If there's no traffic, we can definitely make it in half an hour." After hanging up, he thought about how these two women were already at odds with each other; it seemed he would be caught in the middle and would have to bear the brunt of their tensions.
Upon returning to the company, as soon as Fei Hu approached Ye Xiaofei's car, she got out. Strangely enough, Ye Xiaofei was wearing a pair of big sunglasses. Fei Hu felt puzzled; why was she wearing big sunglasses on her way home? He wanted to ask but swallowed his words; after all, it was during work hours and within the company premises—he shouldn't be too chatty as a driver.
As soon as the car drove out of the company gate, Ye Xiaofei exclaimed loudly, "Go to Bin Hai Coast! What's wrong with you? You drive me without even asking where I'm going? Your attitude is unacceptable! Did that fox spirit Wang Qian feed you some nonsense earlier?" Ye Xiaofei's jealousy was evident, causing Fei Hu to chuckle.
These women sure knew how to stir things up. Fei Hu turned the car around and headed straight for Bin Hai Coast. At this point, he wondered why they were going there; if it was for swimming, it might still be a bit early for that. Unable to hold back any longer, he gently asked Ye Xiaofei, "What’s the reason for going there? Can you tell me?"
"Hmph! I thought Wang Qian had sealed your lips; turns out you can still talk," Ye Xiaofei shot him a glare and fell silent.
As they drove onto the overpass, Fei Hu opened up again. He laughed and said, "Look at you getting all worked up for no reason! I was just driving Wang Qian for a bit; is that really necessary? Besides, driving her around might help me gather some intel—wouldn't that be better?"
"Hmph, there are some people I can't count on. Who knows what kind of relationship he has with that woman?" Although Ye Xiaofei was just speaking casually, Fei Hu's heart trembled. After all, he had shared a bed with Wang Qian.
After getting off the overpass, while waiting for the red light, Fei Hu glanced at the pouting Ye Xiaofei and thought she looked incredibly beautiful. His hand unconsciously reached out, gently taking Ye Xiaofei's jade-like hand in his, lightly caressing it.
"Stop it, drive your car! Honestly tell me what Wang Qian said to you this afternoon," Ye Xiaofei said as she pulled her hand back, finally smiling.
As Fei Hu drove, he recounted the conversation he had with Wang Qian that afternoon to Ye Xiaofei. She listened attentively, responding with "mm" and swallowing her words, clearly very satisfied with Fei Hu's performance.
It's true that one shouldn't get distracted while driving. Just as Fei Hu and Ye Xiaofei were engrossed in their conversation, suddenly a Hyundai came barreling toward Fei Hu's Z4. Cursing under his breath, Fei Hu quickly swerved the steering wheel. The Hyundai managed to avoid a collision, but two loud screams followed. In the rearview mirror, Fei Hu saw two Magic Motorcycles topple over on the right side of the Z4.
Slamming on the brakes, the car came to an abrupt stop. Ye Xiaofei asked in surprise, "What happened?"
Fei Hu hurriedly got out of the car and walked over to check. Two young men in their twenties were sitting on the ground; it was obvious they were involved in some gang activity. With their yellow hair and arms covered in bizarre tattoos, they looked rough around the edges. Regardless of their appearance, Fei Hu first checked if they were injured. As he approached, he saw they were sitting on the ground without any signs of panic. Their motorcycles lay on the ground beside them, with a few rubber fragments scattered from where they had hit the pavement.
"Oh, how are you? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Fei Hu asked politely.
One of the taller ones glared and shouted, "Isn't that obvious? Why don't you try falling on concrete yourself?" Sensing hostility in his tone, Fei Hu felt something was off. When he turned around to look for the Hyundai that had nearly caused the accident, it had already disappeared.
At that moment, more than ten young men suddenly appeared from across the street. Their hair was messy and their clothing bizarre. The one leading them was of medium height and slightly chubby; his shirt was open, revealing a patch of dark hair on his chest that looked quite disgusting. He had a toothpick in his mouth that rolled around as he walked.
Seeing this group, Fei Hu's instincts kicked in; he understood they were prepared for trouble in this remote area. He realized he might have fallen into a trap. While Fei Hu was thinking this, Ye Xiaofei in the car also sensed something was wrong and quickly asked him, "What should we do? Should we call the police?"
Fei Hu shook his head at Ye Xiaofei just as that group surrounded them. The leader sized up Fei Hu from head to toe and smirked, "Oh, so you're just another worker? I thought you were so impressive driving someone else's car. Can't you drive a little slower? Look what happened! My two little brothers are just kids; if anything happens to them, you're done for! Now what? You can't just walk away after hitting someone!"
"Really? Which of your eyes saw me hit someone? This car is lying on the ground with marks on it, and whether I hit or not can be technically verified. You can't just say I hit someone and that's it," Fei Hu knew that when dealing with such people, one must not show any weakness, or they would be bullied to death.
The two guys sitting on the ground, who had been silent until now, suddenly started crying: "Brother Chen, you have to stand up for us! This guy relies on his fancy car to recklessly crash down Main Road. We couldn't dodge in time and got knocked over. My leg might be broken, and A-Lin here has at least four fingers broken!" The two of them cried out louder and louder, attracting the attention of passersby. However, many people who understood the situation quietly walked away upon seeing these individuals.
"Ha! Now you hear that, right? Someone is injured; that should be a fact. So tell me, are you going to take responsibility? If you don't, we'll smash your car. If you do, then take out the money right now. We won't accept any delays; we will beat you and smash your car," the guy called Brother Chen revealed a fierce look in his eyes.
Fei Hu glanced at the other side; there were more than ten people. He wasn't afraid of a fight, but with Ye Xiaofei beside him and this car involved, if these guys decided to make a move, it could be disastrous. Thinking of this, Fei Hu said loudly, "Of course I'll take responsibility! Let them get in the car; I'll take them to the hospital. No matter how much it costs, I'll pay."
Upon hearing this, one of the guys sitting on the ground shouted, "Brother Chen! I don’t want to go to the hospital; just let them give us money. If we go to the hospital, we’ll be done for. Who knows if these rich people will collude with the doctors to saw off our legs and arms? No way! I won’t go even if it kills me!" These two acted convincingly as they started crying again.
Brother Chen took out a toothpick from his mouth and grinned at Fei Hu, saying, "You heard that? Our brother doesn’t want to go to the hospital. You might as well just give us some money to settle this and avoid trouble for everyone. If you don’t have money, it’s fine; just ask your boss in the car." Brother Chen glanced at Ye Xiaofei in the car with a sly expression.
"How much do they want? Just give it to them and let’s not waste time arguing; otherwise, I’ll be late," Ye Xiaofei said as she rolled down the window. Upon hearing this, Fei Hu thought to himself that this was it; these people's goal was right here—they were waiting for her to say that.
Brother Chen pondered for a moment and waved two fingers, saying, "Two people were hit by you and they are seriously injured. At least one person should cost ten thousand; so twenty thousand dollars total will let you leave without any issues. But don’t call the police—reporting it won’t be good for anyone. I'm not threatening you; I'm just reminding you that for rich people, money isn’t important—life is important. You should understand this."
"Twenty thousand? Are you robbing us? We don’t have a single cent! Let’s see who can do anything about us!" Ye Xiaofei also got angry and shouted from the car. But as soon as she finished speaking, Brother Chen waved his hand and all his men rushed forward, each holding a brick in their hands.
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