LRAB Chapter 123: 117: Cause and Effect Tug_2
Chapter 123: 117: Cause and Effect Tug_2
Chapter 123: Chapter 117: Cause and Effect Tug_2
She opened the drawer below and rummaged through it as she said:
“Can you drive?”
“A bit.”
Zhao Yingjun looked up at Lin Xian:
“Do you actually have a driver’s license?” Her gaze was somewhat distrustful.
“Of course, I do...”
...
Lin Xian indeed had never driven in real life, only having handled a car during his driving school’s licensing test.
But in his dreams, he had a whole ten-plus years of driving experience.
The seasoned driver didn’t mention it, and he was also skilled in various driving stunts, like wild racing and extreme speeding... The real-life “Justice and Rule 5” wasn’t just for kicks.
In his dreams, he had driven almost every luxury car there is; as long as the horsepower was adequate, he could effortlessly leap over flyovers, drift around turns, and navigate water channels with his eyes closed.
Previously, CC mocked Lin Xian for the way he drove Big Face Cat’s van, lurching forward.
It wasn’t actually Lin Xian’s fault—the van was just too decrepit. Even Big Face Cat himself would lurch in it, unrelated to driving skill.
“Then that’s fine.”
Zhao Yingjun continued searching through the drawer:
“Since today is a fashion gathering for the entertainment industry, we should be mindful of the car we drive... this one will do.”
Whoosh—
She tossed a set of keys over.
Clack.
Lin Xian caught them.
“Come pick me up at the office at half-past seven, don’t be late.”
After listening to Zhao Yingjun’s instructions, Lin Xian was surprised.
Was this the rhythm of becoming her driver?
Had her usual driver taken a leave of absence?
He looked down at the key in his hand—
The keys he held were to a Bentley tied with an electronic key fob for a garage.
“The car is parked in the garage in the underground parking lot. Drive it directly to the recording studio to get the demo. Remember to pick me up in time; being late to the banquet is quite impolite.”@@@@
“Alright, got it.”
...
Lin Xian took the elevator straight to the underground garage.
He pressed the garage door opener and quickly found the corresponding garage. The roller shutter door gradually rose, revealing the car inside...
Since the steering wheel was in his own hands, which road he took that evening and how much he decided to deviate was entirely up to him, wasn’t it?
“Tonight, I’ll take Zhao Yingjun on a big detour in the opposite direction of the East Sea and then head home,” he decided with a slight smile as he signaled a left turn.
Time, route, and duration of the trip were now all in his control; he could easily take Zhao Yingjun with him and avoid the midnight shooting incident.
...
That afternoon.
Lin Xian went to the recording studio to pick up the recorded demo.
Then he went home to change into his dance party attire.
Lastly, he returned to the company to pick up Zhao Yingjun and headed to the venue that hosted the entertainment industry event.
“Why are we taking this convertible? The weather... doesn’t seem warm enough,” he pondered.
Lin Xian watched Zhao Yingjun, dressed in a blue evening gown and wearing blue sapphire earrings, get into the car.
This woman perhaps had some kind of compulsion when it came to matching clothes...
The strict matching of her earrings to her gown was one thing, but today they also matched the blue Bentley.
“Because the nature of tonight’s dance party is different, it’s more appropriate to drive this car,” he explained.
Zhao Yingjun placed her handbag on her lap and looked straight ahead:
“Actually, dance parties are a foreign concept. In the business circles, they’re a blend of East and West, done up to the nines. But entertainment industry dance parties are different, with a larger focus on marketing and packaging oneself, quite formal and by the book.”
“But all that doesn’t concern us...” she remarked.
The vehicle started, and a gentle breeze lifted Zhao Yingjun’s delicate bangs:
“We’re just here to meet that female singer. If you think she has the right voice and appeal, feel free to finalize the matter on the spot.”
Lin Xian nodded and drove Zhao Yingjun towards the venue.
The location of the venue was relatively remote.
But fortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road, so they could drive quite fast.
Night fell, and darkness swallowed the entire East Sea...
Lin Xian parked the ostentatious blue Bentley Continental GT at the entrance of the venue and then opened the car door for Zhao Yingjun:
“President Zhao, we’ve arrived.”
Zhao Yingjun lifted her gown elegantly as she got out of the car and slowly walked into the golden hall.
Lin Xian glanced at his watch.
20:00
Until midnight...
Until Zhao Yingjun’s 24th birthday...
Until she escaped the death history had laid out for her...
Only four hours remained!