The sports car sped down the highway, zipping past the coconut trees on both sides, illuminated by the dazzling lights ahead.
Chen Jianhai's confusion and doubt left Wen Zifan feeling both dejected and slightly annoyed.
No wonder they say that distance creates beauty…
When this man wasn't around, it was fine, but as soon as he was close, she just wanted to punch him!!!
Sigh! Despite how infuriating he was, Wen Zifan, in her gentle and sweet demeanor, decided to give him another chance.
Though Nanjiang is warm even in winter, the night breeze can be quite chilly, so many people bring an extra jacket when they go out.
Seeing the sports car entering the coastal road, Wen Zifan took a deep breath.
She glanced at Chen Jianhai's jacket, and after fighting with her pride and dignity, she lightly tugged at his sleeve with her fingers, speaking in a voice that was both coquettish and calling out: "Boss, I'm a bit cold."
Unfortunately, her voice was immediately drowned out by the roaring engine and the loud DJ music of the sports car. It was as if her words were tied to a stone and thrown into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
"What did you say?" Chen Jianhai shouted without even lifting his eyelids.
No wonder Xiao Lang liked buying sports cars! Driving one was indeed exhilarating! The sound of the engine was simply cool beyond words!
This feeling of controlling speed and passion was like an AI simulation of piloting a high-tech machine.
Feeling the steering wheel under his hands, Chen Jianhai's heart raced. He thought about getting one for himself once the hotel funds were more fluid in a couple of months.
Seeing Chen Jianhai's inattentive demeanor, the small flame of Wen Zifan's temper flared up.
"I said! I'm cold, Boss!" Wen Zifan said through gritted teeth, fanning herself to cool down.
"Cold?" Chen Jianhai finally took it seriously! His little assistant was cold; that wouldn't do!
"We're almost there!"
With that, Chen Jianhai released Wen Zifan's hand from his sleeve, placed both hands on the steering wheel, and pressed the accelerator. His eyes shone with determination like a guardian knight.
At that moment, he was like Tang Sanzang riding a white horse, galloping with a frail Sun Wukong towards the Eastern Tang.
Sun Wukong was stunned, the cold sea breeze slapping her face, leaving her bewildered.
She wasn't that cold initially, but the wind from the speeding car gave her goosebumps all over. What was happening?
Was the boss crazy or doing this on purpose?
...
At the entrance of the Langai Hotel, two bellboys were helping new guests with their luggage into the lobby.
In the quiet night, suddenly, the loud roar of a sports car engine approached rapidly.
The two bellboys were startled, thinking the car was going to crash into the hotel.
Fortunately, the sports car veered just in time and sped onto the parking lane, stopping steadily at the hotel entrance.
"Quickly go inside, it's warm in the lobby. I'll park the car," Chen Jianhai said gently.
At that moment, Chen Jianhai understood what it meant to be a domineering president in TV dramas. Driving this sports car was exhilarating, the sense of speed was amazing! He felt incredibly cool and even his voice sounded more magnetic!
Wen Zifan, sitting in the passenger seat, clutched her bag tightly with one hand and held onto the car's handle with the other, shivering. Her beautifully curled bangs had been blown back, and her glittering eye shadow had smeared. She looked like someone who had survived a calamity.
After a long silence, Wen Zifan, looking at the stunned bellboys, the luxurious lobby, and then back at Chen Jianhai, who was warmly dressed and brimming with confidence, took a deep breath.
She gently adjusted her disheveled hair and unfastened her seatbelt.
"Thank you, Boss. If there's nothing else, I'll go in first."
Chen Jianhai smiled warmly, "No problem, go inside, it's cold outside."
Tonight's drive had successfully lifted Wen Zifan's mood, or so he thought.
Watching her walk into the lobby, Chen Jianhai hummed happily, driving the car towards the parking lot.
The bellboys, meanwhile, watched in shock as Wen Zifan, pale and shivering, walked past them.
They backed away, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.
"Did a business deal go wrong? Why is she so angry?"
"Can't be. The boss seemed very happy. Didn't you see his face?"
Who knew who won or lost; it was all very confusing.
...
That night, Chen Jianhai slept exceptionally well.
He woke up late the next morning, stretching in bed.
Remembering the pleasant evening at Haijiao Mountain, he chuckled and stretched joyfully.
Reaching for his phone, he saw seven missed calls.
He quickly returned the call, and Minister Xie's voice came through.
"Boss, Xiong Anping and the others are returning to Huoxiang City soon. What should we do? Should I make things clear?"
Minister Xie was anxious. He had thought the last flight with Xiong Anping meant a deal was struck and he could step back.
But lately, neither Xiong Anping nor Chen Jianhai mentioned anything, and with Xiong Anping about to leave Nanjiang, he was worried.
"Wait," Chen Jianhai said firmly.
"Wait?" Minister Xie was puzzled.
"Yeah, wait a couple of days."
Chen Jianhai didn't have the funds to pay Xiong Anping's salary yet, and the seaplane had been grounded for two months; a few more days wouldn't matter.
But he couldn't tell Minister Xie that. Thinking for a moment, he added:
"Rather than us making things clear, let's wait for him to come to us."
"Xiong Anping might not be doing well in his club. Let him go back and think for a bit. I have a feeling he'll contact us soon, and then we can make our move."