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Zheng Mengni squinted her eyes and revealed a beautiful, charming smile in response, saying, "You too."
Ye Bingran put down his phone, stood up relaxed, and took Zheng Mengni's suitcase, saying, "Let’s get in the car first."
He led the way with the suitcase, while Ye Siqian deliberately slowed his pace to fall behind Zheng Mengni by a step, greedily and obsessively stealing glances at her slender shoulders and delicate skin. He was so excited that every pore in his body opened up; his gaze was dreamy, and his steps felt unsteady as he struggled to suppress the urge to dance with joy.
He never expected Ye Bingran could actually get Zheng Mengni to come out. They were clearly from different worlds, yet she still agreed to meet.
Before they reached the car door, Zheng Mengni noticeably paused, her steps coming to a halt.
There was a car that he couldn’t even recognize the brand of. Ye Bingran rarely made concessions, but A Qi had reluctantly allowed him to buy this second-hand car that cost just over ten thousand. The rear of the car was even dented.
It suited his current identity while allowing him to own a vehicle. Ye Bingran wasn’t picky.
He had driven cars much worse than this during his low days and had also driven globally limited top luxury cars when he was doing well. To him, it was merely a means of transportation; he didn’t rely on a car to impress women.
Meanwhile, at the back, Ye Siqian’s face turned pale. He was so nervous that he couldn’t help but tremble; a strong sense of inferiority prevented him from raising his head or continuing to sneak glances at Zheng Mengni for fear of seeing disdain or contempt on her face.
More than not being liked by Zheng Mengni, he feared being looked down upon.
Ye Siqian hung his head low, internally complaining about Ye Bingran’s reluctance to spend money despite having it. Buying such a shabby car and renting a leaky old apartment with two rooms—he didn’t even know who should sleep on the sofa at night. This treatment felt too dismissive.
To his surprise, Zheng Mengni smiled gently and didn’t mind sitting in the back seat. She pulled at the door handle but it wouldn’t budge. Trying again more forcefully didn’t work either.
She quietly held her breath, ensuring that the siblings didn’t notice her frustration. Since she chose to come, she had to act—more meticulously than Ye Bingran—ensuring that no genuine emotions were exposed to their eyes.
Ye Bingran placed the suitcase behind him and moved to her side. "You sit in the front; otherwise, you might get car sick."
Zheng Mengni looked at him politely and said, "It's fine. I never get car sick."
Ye Bingran didn't insist further, adhering to his principle of letting her do as she pleased. He casually opened the back door for her. The door had been broken when he bought the car, and he had just repaired it inside and out yesterday.
Once Zheng Mengni sat down, she was a bit surprised to find the interior spotless, with a faint pleasant fragrance lingering in the air. Compared to some socialites who enjoyed wild rides, Ye Bingran's car was genuinely clean.
It was a manual transmission, and it stalled a few times when starting up, making Zheng Mengni feel a bit dizzy from the jolting. She leaned slightly forward and softly suggested, "How about I drive?"
She was worried that Ye Bingran might do something reckless while driving, and if she were behind the wheel, she would feel more secure with control in her hands.
Just a few seconds after she spoke, Ye Bingran struggled to get the car moving. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other fiddled with the navigation system.
"It's fine; if you're hot, just roll down the window. This car stalls easily with the air conditioning on," he said.
Zheng Mengni nodded quietly, leaning back against her seat. She opened her bag and pulled out a stun gun from its compartment. Then she took out her phone and opened the dial interface, ready to call for help at any moment.
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