Changing a spare tire in the rain? You won't send another car over?
What kind of person!
It wouldn't kill him to make a phone call, but he always makes things difficult!
"I wonder if there's a spare tire in the car."
After all, she was the one who broke the car, so she couldn't bring herself to trouble Ah Zhong to change it. She could only push open the door and get out. The two of them held an umbrella together and went to the trunk to check.
Fortunately, there was a spare tire.
Although they were both experienced drivers, changing a tire was something they had never done before.
Ah Zhong asked Jiang Nanfang to hold the umbrella while he carried the spare tire and a toolbox down.
However, he then faced a dilemma with the car.
Without a jack or an air pump, how could they lift the car to change the tire?
"President Zhan's car is newly acquired, it should have the tools. I'll go ask him."
Ah Zhong, holding the umbrella against the rain, ran back to Zhan Beijue.
A moment later, he retrieved an air pump from under the hood.
But how was this thing supposed to be used?
"Hold the umbrella for me, and I'll figure it out."
After all, he was a man. Ah Zhong took off his jacket and draped it over Jiang Nanfang's shoulders, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted down beside the tire.
Zhan Beijue waited in the car and couldn't help but look at them in the rearview mirror.
The more he looked, the more he saw.
Jiang Nanfang, wearing Ah Zhong's jacket and holding an umbrella, was half-squatting beside him, carefully shielding him from the rain.
Ah Zhong, looking heroic and manly, was squatting beside the car, his head bowed in concentration...
A perfect picture of talented man and beautiful woman, a combination of man and woman, exuding overflowing charm!
An inexplicable anger and irritation arose in his heart.
Regardless of whether Ah Zhong was busy or whether it was convenient to answer the phone, Zhan Beijue took out his phone and dialed Ah Zhong.
"Come here for a moment."
Ah Zhong hadn't figured out how to use the air pump yet. Jiang Nanfang held the umbrella for him, and the two of them ran to Zhan Beijue's side.
"What's wrong, President Zhan?"
"Why is it taking so long? Is it not done yet?"
This was changing a tire, something that couldn't be done in a minute or two, big shot.
"Not yet," Ah Zhong said sheepishly.
"I'm not very good at using tools. Does President Zhan know how to use it?"
Ah Zhong doesn't know how to use tools? That's great.
Ultimately, his masculine charm was no match for his own.
There was only one umbrella in the car, and Zhan Beijue had no umbrella after Ah Zhong took it down.
He extended his right index finger, arrogantly took off his sunglasses, and tossed them onto the center console.
"You can't even do this little thing properly, and you still need me to do it myself. Troublesome. Come up, I'll go down and take a look."
It wouldn't be right for President Zhan to personally get out and change the tire while she was sitting in the car.
Ah Zhong dared not.
Zhan Beijue gave him a sideways glance.
"There's only one umbrella, and if you don't come up, will the three of us squeeze into one?"
"..."
Ah Zhong and Vice President Gao moved to the sports car.
The rain poured down, and Jiang Nanfang was still holding the umbrella.
Zhan Beijue walked over with imposing momentum and squatted down by the tire.
Knowing that Jiang Nanfang's gaze was definitely fixed on him, he nimbly positioned the air pump against the car, lifted the entire vehicle, and then began to unscrew the bolts.
The original factory bolts were incredibly tight. Fortunately, he had great strength, and after a few more turns, he managed to loosen them.
Jiang Nanfang looked at the back of his head, his bulging veins, his slender fingers, and his focused, handsome profile, and felt a slight sense of admiration.
After a series of fluid movements, the new tire was installed.
The old tire had a large steel nail stuck in it. Zhan Beijue threw it into the trunk, clapped his hands, and taunted Jiang Nanfang.
"You have eyes but can't see. You couldn't see such a large nail. You're deliberately causing trouble for me."
"..."
"Wait outside, I'm going to check the tire pressure."
Jiang Nanfang held the umbrella and accompanied him to the driver's seat. Zhan Beijue sat inside and started the car, only to find that the car's functions were not fully equipped.
It couldn't automatically measure tire pressure.
Realizing that the car he assigned to Jiang Nanfang was too inferior, he grumbled.
Ah Zhong's girlfriend, who was so controlling, had such a childish mindset. If he had known it was such a piece of junk...
Jiang Nanfang heard him muttering inside and thought he was talking to her, so she quickly leaned her head over.
"What did you say?"
Zhan Beijue couldn't admit his poor judgment in front of her, so he put on a stern face.
"Are you done yet? Is it that hard to treat me to a meal? You're practically eating your phone, and you haven't even looked properly yet."
He wanted to ride in the same car as her? That wouldn't be appropriate.
But he had just helped her change the tire, so Jiang Nanfang couldn't ask him to get out. She could only nod.
As she was about to walk to the passenger seat, Zhan Beijue looked at the clothes on her shoulders and stopped her. "Stop."
"What is it?"
"The clothes. You're cold, but Ah Zhong isn't? Give the clothes back to him."
"..."
The road was deserted, wide, and with few cars. Looking at the sports car speeding ahead, Zhan Beijue thought to himself.
"It's the first day with the new car. A bargain for that kid Ah Zhong."
Upon arriving at the factory, the products had already been organized.
Jiang Nanfang tested and installed a set, and then conducted several experiments on the spot to confirm there were no issues.
They could have done outdoor assembly and experiments today, but the weather was uncooperative, so it would have to be postponed.
It was lunchtime, and with nothing else to do, the group prepared to leave.
Vice President Gao suggested, "It's lunchtime, and President Zhan is free today. It's also a great day for the launch of a new product. Why don't we have lunch together?"
Jiang Nanfang touched something, and her face felt persistently itchy.
Especially her cheeks and nose. She scratched them with her clothes, and her cheeks and nose turned red.
Coupled with getting caught in the rain on the way, her hair was a bit messy. She looked charming and adorable.
Given how particularly cute she looked today, Zhan Beijue reluctantly agreed.
"Miss Jiang, please. It's the first time in my life I've helped someone change a tire. It's worth a meal."
If they want to treat me, then so be it, it's not like I can't afford it. Do they have to bring up changing the tire again?
Jiang Nanfang: "Sure, my treat. What does everyone want to eat?"
As expected, everyone responded in unison, "Whatever."
If it's whatever, then it's easy.
She took out her phone and searched for nearby restaurants, picking the closest one.
Jiang Nanfang took out her phone and searched by distance. Within a five-kilometer radius, there were only noodle shops and fast-food joints, nothing presentable.
She then searched by reputation, and found a popular restaurant.
It was over seven kilometers away and had a 100% positive review rate.
Looking at the accompanying photos and comments, the restaurant was filled exclusively with young, handsome male waiters.
Crucially, each waiter was muscular, tall, and wore only a "manly apron" without a shirt.
With an average of one muscular waiter assigned to each customer, that's how the high review rate was achieved.
Jiang Nanfang looked at the photos on her phone, finding them increasingly amusing.
A wicked thought slowly crept into her mind.
Seeing her staring blankly at her phone for several minutes, as if she were watching a silly video rather than looking for a restaurant, Zhan Beijue impatiently kicked her toe.
"Are you done yet? Is it that hard to treat me to a meal? You're practically eating your phone, and you haven't even looked properly yet?"
Jiang Nanfang snapped back to her fantasy, unoffended. She smiled mysteriously and sweetly at Zhan Beijue.
"Alright. It's only over seven kilometers away. Let's go quickly."