Chapter 10 "Miss Yu, isn't there anyone to pick you up?

Yao Qing lifted her eyes toward the open car window, her complexion pale as if she was frozen.

"Miss Yao, why are you standing here? Has no man come to pick you up?" Fu Moyi's mocking voice, shining with bright ridicule, looked at Yao Qing with contempt, barely concealing his undisguised disgust.

Yao Qing started to detest Fu Moyi from that moment on.

She didn't like her destitute appearance to be seen by others, especially not by Yanshen's close friend.

"What's it to you?" she retorted coldly, meeting Fu Moyi's gaze, standing in the chilly wind, yet her spine remained straight as a rod.

The mermaid-style skirt shimmered under the night sky and the light, standing under the street lamp, she might have been at the peak of destitution, yet it somehow brought out a different kind of beauty in her.

Yao Qing remembered how four years ago, Fu Moyi was very kind to her, always addressing her affectionately as sister-in-law.

And now, when it was clearly Yanshen who played with her emotions, what right did he have to mock and despise her?

"What, just because the Yao Family went bankrupt, Miss Yao has fallen so low as to come to Beauty Village to find a sugar daddy, then stand in the cold after finding one?" Fu Moyi seemed to have plenty of free time, just stopping his car to chat with her.

It was called chatting, but in reality, it was just him looking for trouble single-handedly.

"Struck a nerve, so you dare not speak?" Seeing Yao Qing's face growing paler, the smile on Fu Moyi's lips became even broader, "If it weren't for four years ago, you ungratefully turned your back..."

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

Fu Moyi hadn't finished his words when two loud noises erupted. Fu Moyi's car, previously at a standstill, was violently shoved forward several meters by the force from behind.

His expression instantly turned stern, and as he got out of the car, he cursed loudly.

"The road is so wide, are you blind, ramming your car into mine—?"

Fu Moyi's words were cut short once again as he abruptly stopped, because he saw the car behind him clearly.

Such an arrogant license plate? Belonging to his boss Yanshen???

Yanshen got out of the car with a calm demeanor, his indifferent eyes sweeping over the dents in Fu Moyi's car caused by the collision, his peripheral vision seeming to make a circuit from the edge of the road, "Hmm, night vision is poor, I must be blind to have hit your car."

Fu Moyi, "..."

"You hit it twice." After a long while, Fu Moyi finally choked out a sentence, feeling aggrieved.

"So," Yanshen leaned against the car door, his gaze dark in the thick of night, "you want compensation?"

"That's not what I meant." How could Fu Moyi dare ask for compensation, feeling utterly stifled. Forget the car, even if Yanshen had hit him personally, he wouldn't dare demand compensation.

There was a momentary tension in the air. Yao Qing watched the scene unfold before her, lifting an eyebrow, but she said nothing.

Fu Moyi glanced irritably at the woman standing by the roadside, her expression calm and indifferent. Yet Fu Moyi read an entirely different meaning in it.

It was as if she was saying—Fu Moyi, weren't you acting all high and mighty just now? Why aren't you jumping around anymore?

He shot Yao Qing a fierce glance, just as he was about to vent his anger, he heard Yanshen's voice coming in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Aren't you going to fix your car? You're in my way here."

"The road is so wide, how am I—" Fu Moyi realized he was unable to finish a sentence today, inadvertently meeting Yanshen's intense gaze, the expression deep within the man's eyes silenced him automatically.

"I'm going, I'm going, okay?"

Before leaving, he didn't forget to warn Yao Qing, "Stay away from Yanshen, you bad woman!"

Yao Qing casually withdrew her gaze, rubbing her numb, frostbitten shoulders.

The dark Maybach moved toward her, coming to a stop within her field of vision.

The car window slowly lowered, and Yanshen's eyes didn't fall on her but nonchalantly fixed on the dark stretch of road ahead.

"Miss Yao, has no one come to pick you up?"