Without noticing, at Ning Yecheng's signal, a man as tall and shapely as a model walked over.
"Hello, I'm Zhang Xin, your coach."
Zhan Xiaojun withdrew her gaze, which had been captivated by the race cars, and looked at Zhang Xin. When she saw a face similar to her brother Jingyun's in the palm of her hand, she froze.
She missed home again.
She missed her parents, her brothers, and also Jingyun and Jinglan.
Uncle Qiu Lu, Uncle Jing Heng, Uncle Ji, Aunt Qing...
Zhang Xin, being stared at by a beautiful and dazzling girl, couldn't handle the thick skin and his face turned red.
Suddenly, his back felt a chill.
He turned around and saw Ning Yecheng, whose eyes were deep.
He immediately put away his narcissistic thought of being charming enough to make girls infatuated, coughed lightly, and said, "You're brought here by President Ning, I'll do my best to teach you."
He just hoped she wasn't good-looking but lacked brains.
No, it was her hands and feet that weren't capable enough.
This was the first time President Ning had brought a woman with him. No wonder Liu Ning said the boss had taken an interest in women recently. He had thought Liu Ning was overthinking, but now it seemed the boss was no exception.
The girl in front of him was indeed beautiful enough to make people want to commit crimes.
However, what worried him more now was, what if she could never learn and mistook the accelerator for the brake?
"Okay, Coach Zhang. I'll go pay the tuition first," Zhan Xiaojun nodded.
She took out her phone from her bag, ready to pay with her phone.
Zhang Xin immediately looked at Ning Yecheng.
Ning Yecheng found Zhang Xin somewhat displeasing now. He gave Zhang Xin a cold glance, then said to Zhan Xiaojun, "Don't worry about the tuition; you don't have to pay if you don't learn."
"Yes, this kind of payment method is a characteristic of our driving school. If you learn, you can transfer two... ten thousand directly to me." Zhang Xin stopped himself in time, almost saying two million.
Many people wanted him to teach them, and it was common for them to bring millions.
But he didn't have that kind of time.
If the boss hadn't asked him to come, he would still be playing games at home!
"Okay."
Hearing twenty thousand, Zhan Xiaojun was a little surprised. However, considering the environment of the driving school she had seen after entering, and the fact that she could get her license in the fastest time, twenty thousand yuan was not expensive.
She had checked online; most driving schools were around four thousand.
Zhang Xin looked at the boss's still cold face and was scared into self-doubt. Had he said too much about twenty thousand?
If word got out that he only charged twenty thousand for tuition, people would definitely think he was short on money!
Next, Zhan Xiaojun went to learn to drive with Zhang Xin, while Ning Yecheng went to the shooting range.
An hour later.
Ning Yecheng put down the gun, picked up the bow and arrows and played a few rounds, then put them down, finding it boring.
Then he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The shooting range he was in was on the second floor.
It offered a good view of the driving practice below.
A car deftly weaved and turned through various obstacles.
His eyes immediately turned cold.
Zhang Xin had become too bold.
Showing off his skills to Zhan Xiaojun?
His habit of showing off needed to be corrected. Should he send him for special training?
Ning Yecheng's thin lips pursed slightly.
His gaze fixed coldly on the car.
Suddenly, a call came in.
He answered without checking who it was.
"Boss, are you sure she hasn't driven before? Holy cow! Look at her comprehension and control! It's only been an hour! She can already drift!"
As Zhang Xin's astonished voice reached his ears, Ning Yecheng saw the car that had been navigating through obstacles earlier perform a not-so-skilled drift.
Wasn't Zhang Xin driving?
It was Zhan Xiaojun?
"Holy crap, holy crap! I can brag about this! I declare, she's my most talented disciple! My most talented! Most comprehending! I take back all my doubts about her; I was short-sighted!"
"Damn it, damn it!"
Ning Yecheng found it too noisy and hung up directly.
Assistant Liu happened to walk upstairs and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, following Ning Yecheng's gaze downwards.
Seeing a speeding car, he had sharp eyes and blurted out, "Has Zhang Xin become too incompetent recently? His driving skills seem to have declined; that drift just now wasn't as smooth as before. By the way, where is Miss Zhan? Wasn't she here to learn to drive with Zhang Xin? Why is Zhang Xin driving himself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhushou saw the car stop, Zhang Xin run to the side of the car, the door open, and Zhan Xiaojun get out of the driver's seat.
He widened his eyes in disbelief, "Miss Zhan?"
Ah!
"Miss Zhan was driving just now? She's only learning to drive today? This doesn't seem right!"
Liu Zhushou felt he was running out of words.
Ning Yecheng's thin lips curved slightly, "A clever girl."
The pampering in his tone stunned Liu Zhushou directly.
He blinked and reminded her dutifully, "President Ning, it's possible she knew how to drive before and was deliberately trying to get your attention. She just lacked a driver's license."
Ning Yecheng took out a cigarette, holding it between his fingers and puffing smoke.
Suppressing a flicker of unease in his heart.
His gaze remained on the girl's captivating and exquisite face, and he said calmly, "You're thinking too much."
Hearing this, Liu Zhushou seemed to realize something, feeling that he might have been overthinking. Given Zhan Xiaojun's background and origins, she couldn't deceive the boss, nor could she enter the Ning family. The Ning family was a place that devoured people without spitting out bones; Zhan Xiaojun couldn't handle it.
...
As evening approached.
In the residential complex, people were returning home from work one after another.
In the community's activity area, a few families with children of similar ages or retired aunts were chatting together.
Lin Ya had been going downstairs for walks and fresh air for the past two days and had gotten to know people in the neighborhood.
They chatted together, and could even dance square dances together.
Her mood had become much happier.
Many people also praised Lin Ya for being beautiful, and Lin Ya couldn't help but laugh along with their laughter.
Just as they were discussing what everyone was having for dinner, an angry voice called her name.
"Lin Ya!"
Lin Ya turned her head at the sound, her pleasant smile not yet retracted.
Then she saw Zhan Zhicheng, whose face was extremely gloomy.
Zhan Zhicheng was wearing an exquisite suit, exuding the aura of a successful person from high society.
Coupled with his angry expression, it made the people around Lin Ya's complexion change.
Lin Ya's complexion not only changed, but her body also tensed up.
A complex mixture of emotions surged into her chest.
Then, Lin Ya saw Wang Ke behind Zhan Zhicheng.
Wang Ke frowned when she saw Lin Ya, whose complexion and appearance had changed drastically.
Didn't they say she was dying?
When she saw Lin Ya a year ago, she had a deathly pallor and looked like an old woman in her seventies or eighties. Now, compared to a year ago, she was a different person!
Lin Ya tightened her hands, clenched her fists, and recalled what Xiaojun had told her: she didn't need to fear Zhan Zhicheng, for he was the one who had done wrong!
"Do you need something from me?" Lin Ya gritted her teeth and asked coldly.
Zhan Zhicheng looked at the ordinary-looking housewives around Lin Ya and frowned, "Yes, I need to talk to you. Let's talk at your place."
He sensed Lin Ya's wariness towards him, and seeing no affection for him in her eyes, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.
Lin Ya shook her head and refused, "Let's go over there. It's not convenient at my place."