The President is Being Shameless Again

Zuo Qiu passed another name card to him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Since we know each other, this little dent is really nothing. It won’t cost much. We’re friends, and we don’t need to hurt each other’s feelings over this.” Cheng Ziming accepted the name card and acted as if he did not mind it at all. He kept the name card in his suit as well.

Zuo Qiu chuckled dryly and thought, ‘Who is your friend now?’

Nevertheless, since Cheng Ziming is giving it his all, he’s not going to stand on ceremony with him.

He nodded. “In that case, I’ll take my leave first. I still have something to attend to. We’ll talk another day.”

Cheng Ziming could tell he was just giving a perfunctory excuse but did not dare to stop him. He even smiled politely as he watched Zuo Qiu got into his car.

Zuo Qiu remembered Yan Beicheng’s words and clenched his teeth. He backed up his car and turned the steering wheel to get the car on the road. It was like he had not estimated the space and curve properly again. Cheng Ziming could only watch as Zuo Qiu’s LaCrosse slammed into the back of his BMW accompanied by a miserable screeching sound. A huge dent appeared at the back of this car. It was safe to say that the paint on the car was scratched into oblivion.

Zuo Qiu looked out the car window green-faced and apologetically. “I’m really sorry. So, so, sorry. I just got my license this week and I’ve yet to master driving properly.”

Cheng Ziming’s mouth twitched but could only laugh drily. “It’s really nothing. It’s okay. If you are willing, I’ll help you drive your car out?”

Zuo Qiu laughed embarrassedly. “I think I’d like to practice my driving properly.”

Cheng Ziming’s face went green. ‘Don’t practice your driving on my car too!’.

Unfortunately, Zuo Qiu did not seem to catch the grim expression on Cheng Ziming’s face. He did not even bother to back up his car but decided to squeeze past the back of the BMW X1 to get on the road, shoving his car viciously on the way out.

Cheng Ziming had no idea how Zuo Qiu drove, and there was a long, deep scratch at the side of the BMW X1. He saw Zuo Qiu drove off with a flat front on his LaCrosse. For some reason, he looked like he left happily.

Cheng Ziming lowered his head to look at his badly scratched car and wondered how much money the repairs would take. He had rejected Zuo Qiu beforehand and was now too embarrassed to mention contacting his insurance agent.

Cheng Ziming kicked his car door in a rage as bystanders looked on with stunned expressions.

He had loved this car like it was a piece of treasure when he had first got it. He could not bear to see it dirty or getting bump into anything. Yet today, it has been completely destroyed. It was in a despaired condition, and he could not help but think it was now time for someone to take this car apart.

…

Yan Beicheng parked his car under Lin Chu’s house without saying a word. Lin Chu got off the car with a cold expression and did not bother to say goodbye to him. She did not even ask him to drive safely, which really bothered Yan Beicheng. He knew he was temperamental this morning, but his mood had lightened tremendously after he had dealt with Cheng Ziming. However, he was feeling moody again now that Lin Chu was unhappy.

He frowned as he got down the car and locked it, following Lin Chu through the unit door. Lin Chu took a peek at him and saw him following her into the elevator. Lin Chu made a ‘hmph’ in her heart. He was angry this morning, right? Stop following her home then!

Lin Chu took out her keys to open the door after coming out of the elevator. Yan Beicheng lowered his eyes and saw that she had opened the door smoothly, much unlike the last few times when she was clumsy with it.

Lin Chu had just opened the door and prepared to shut the door in Yan Beicheng’s face when he forced himself in. He closed the door and pressed her against it.

Lin Chu was shaken to see his grim expression. He was breathing heavily as he pressed her against the door. He then leaned his body on her. His body felt really hot.

Lin Chu’s face went red. She felt like she was losing the upper hand, so she widened her eyes in an attempt to look enraged.

Yan Beicheng did not care for her expressions and brushed it off with a dismissive sound. She could glare all she wanted but she would never look as angry as she wanted to. “Why lose your temper with me all the way? Are you feeling hurt on behalf of Cheng Ziming because I bullied him?”