The city at night was filled with neon lights.
After An Yin left Jiang Keke’s house, she originally planned to take a taxi back to school. She looked at the time and realized that there should still be buses at this hour, so she walked along the sidewalk to find a bus stop.
Even though there were streetlights, the surroundings were gloomy, perhaps due to the constant rain earlier.
Cars sped past on the roadside, and pedestrians occasionally brushed past her. Being timid as she was, An Yin became anxious whenever someone came too close.
In her panic, she saw a bus stop a few dozen meters away. Delighted, An Yin quickened her pace.
As she walked, a sharp and piercing horn sounded in her ears. An Yin was startled and quickly covered her ears, internally complaining: How rude!
However, it seemed the person was relentless, continuously honking. An Yin turned her head, noticing pedestrians on the roadside covering their ears and discussing. Curious, she also looked in the direction of the sound.
Parked on the roadside was a super expensive McLaren. The car window had somehow already been rolled down.
Through the window, she saw the man’s handsome profile. His cold gaze fell on An Yin. Seeing the young girl looking his way, the man extended his long fingers to beckon her.
His intention was clear — he wanted her to get in the car.
An Yin froze when her eyes met the man’s.
When she saw the man’s face, her mind went blank. She struggled to recall her memories of him, and in a few seconds, it clicked in her mind.
"H-hello!" An Yin stammered, her moist beautiful eyes curving, making her appear soft and docile.
Meng Sihan’s cold and arrogant face showed some impatience. After all, most of the passing pedestrians were glancing at him. His expression deepened, "Get in!"
The man’s tone was chilling, giving the impression that he was in a bad mood.
Hearing the man’s magnetic, deep voice, An Yin helplessly shook her head, "Thanks for the offer, but I’ll just take the bus ahead."
Before An Yin finished speaking, another sharp horn sounded.
An Yin noticed that the man ignored the strange looks from others. His eyes, sharp like a hawk’s, fixated on her. Just as she was about to refuse, voices of complaint rose around her.
"This wealthy guy’s method is too clichéd, chatting up a beauty by the roadside in a luxury car?"
"But, you see, the young girl is indeed pretty..."
Hearing the murmurs, An Yin could only, in embarrassment and anger, walk up to the man’s car. The next moment, the passenger door slowly opened.
Seeing the door open like wings before her, An Yin hesitated for a moment but eventually got into the car.
"Fasten your seatbelt." Meng Sihan pressed something, and the passenger door closed tightly.
Once An Yin was in the car, she obediently fastened her seatbelt.
Before she could speak, the car shot out onto the street like a rocket, scaring An Yin into gripping the handle firmly and shivering as she muttered, "Slow down, slow down..."
The man wore a well-fitted black suit, the tailored fabric exuding an undeniable aura of luxury, accentuating his strong physique.
An Yin noticed the man remained silent, and seeing him drive further away from the city center, she panicked, "Stop, please stop..."
In the dark, Meng Sihan’s gloomy eyes reflected a hint of loneliness. Hearing the girl’s chatter, he opened his thin lips lightly and said, "Shut up!"
His words made An Yin gradually calm down.
She slowly lifted her head to look at him and saw his deep eyes staring straight ahead. His chiseled face radiated an extreme coolness.
An Yin blinked her clear and bright eyes and cautiously spoke, "Could you please drive slower? I’m scared." Afraid of angering the man before her, An Yin’s words carried a hint of pleading.
On his handsome face, there was a faint trace of cold indifference, "I can slow down, but you must agree to one condition."
An Yin watched him warily, "What condition?"
Previously, they had met, and her impression of him wasn’t bad. This encounter overturned her perception.
"Accompany me to a place," Meng Sihan said expressionlessly.
"I won’t go," An Yin declared firmly.
It was late at night, and the thought of him asking her to accompany him somewhere set off alarms inside An Yin despite her naive tendencies.
The car roared, and the speed picked up again. An Yin turned to look outside the window; at this moment, she felt as though she was floating. The man’s driving speed incited a sense of panic in her.
An Yin clutched the handle tightly, her face turning pale, devoid of color, as a sense of impending doom washed over her. Watching the swiftly passing scenery outside the window, she blurted out in panic, "I agree, I agree with you..." Get full chapters from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Her voice was soft and feeble, tinged with a sob.
As she cried out, the car slowed down.
Meng Sihan, glimpsing the young girl’s pale and thin face from the corner of his eye, for some reason felt his mood improve despite seeing her in such a miserable state.
The man drove aimlessly.
Once An Yin’s emotions stabilized, she pouted and said angrily, "That was really dangerous just now."
Meng Sihan responded with a nonchalant snort.
His cavalier, frivolous attitude towards life irked An Yin thoroughly.
"Even if you don’t value your life, you should consider your parents. It’s not easy for them to raise you this far." An Yin looked up, speaking earnestly.
The young girl’s eyes were like autumn water, clear and bright. Gazing into them, one would find them like stars in the sky, sparkling with captivating light.
Although she seemed delicate and weak, Meng Sihan didn’t expect her to begin lecturing him, and surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying.
"My parents don’t care about whether I live or die."
After a long pause, Meng Sihan’s cold and indifferent lips uttered the words.
An Yin’s anger climaxed, and she originally intended to say more, but hearing his words, her breath hitched, and she timidly looked at him.
From their previous conversation, she sensed that his relationship with his parents wasn’t good. Now that it was confirmed, she started to feel sympathy for him.
Seeing his lonely profile, An Yin stammered comfortingly, "How could any parents not love their child in this world? Perhaps you’re overthinking it."
Her voice was soft and sticky, bringing a hint of warmth to the desolate night.
Meng Sihan didn’t refute her words because the girl’s apparent innocence and purity seemed untouched by worldly grime, like an uncut piece of white jade — genuine and beautiful.