Chapter 12: The Scumbag Woman Who Turns Her Back on Everyone

“It’s nothing.” Zhou Yinhe coughed a few more times and crushed his cigarette under his shoe. Standing not far away, Butler Yang let out a sigh; in the end, he still didn't tell Ning Qing about this matter.

A bystander sees clearly.

Wen Ling had no idea that Zhao Xingtang had mentioned her to someone else after she left.

Having finished dinner out, she had just returned to her car when she received a call from her grandfather in Country M.

Old Mr. Wen was a man of few words and a serious expression, but toward his only precious granddaughter, he was more like a kind old man.

“Sweetie, are you doing well in China? Are you happy?” Old Mr. Wen asked warmly.

“I am, I’m very happy,” Wen Ling said coquettishly. “Grandpa, don't worry about me. How is your health? Is Wen Zhuo taking good care of you?”

“Wen Zhuo is taking good care of me. Grandpa is doing just fine, don't you worry.” Old Mr. Wen laughed heartily and gave Wen Zhuo a look. Wen Zhuo leaned in and said with a smile, “Sister, don't worry, Grandpa is doing great.”

“That’s good. Ah Zhuo, remember to keep an eye on Grandpa’s meals.”

During his last physical exam, Old Mr. Wen's blood sugar was a bit high. Before Wen Ling arrived in China, she had instructed the entire Wen household to manage his diet strictly, but she still couldn't rest easy.

“Will do, Sister,” Wen Zhuo said, looking at Old Mr. Wen playfully.

Old Mr. Wen glared at him. Just as he was about to say a few more words to Wen Ling, she interrupted, “Grandpa, I have something to do. Let's talk next time.”

With that, Wen Ling hung up. The old man stared at his phone, then looked up at Wen Zhuo—who was stifling a laugh—in disbelief. “Your sister hung up on me?”

“Mm, she did.” Wen Zhuo pursed his lips, struggling to keep from laughing out loud.

“How could she hang up on me? What important matter could possibly be more important than a call from her grandfather!”

“Maybe... perhaps... there's something important she can't tell you?”

“Even so, she can't hang up on me!” Old Mr. Wen huffed, then shouted toward the distance, “Butler Han! Pour me a glass of iced fruit juice! I need to cool my temper!”

Wen Zhuo lifted his eyelids and looked toward Butler Han with indifference. Butler Han forced a smile, then lowered his eyes, focusing on nothing in particular, pretending he hadn't heard.

Wen Zhuo stood up to pour tea for Old Mr. Wen, saying softly, “Grandpa, drinking tea will also help cool your temper.”

Old Mr. Wen: “...”

**

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ling watched the car in front of her that had just passed by and come to a halt due to a red light.

“Hit it,” Wen Ling commanded the driver with a curl of her lips.

The driver froze for a moment, but he had to obey his lady's words. He stepped on the accelerator, and with a loud *bang*, the people nearby turned to look.

Two expensive cars, the likes of which were rarely seen even in the capital, colliding naturally drew attention.

Even though Wen Ling was prepared, the impact still caused her to bump her head. She rubbed her reddened forehead as she heard the driver say, “Miss, the other party has gotten out of the car.”

Wen Ling looked up. Seeing that only the other driver had stepped out, she said softly, “Remember to apologize when you get out. We will settle the compensation only after meeting their boss.”

The driver complied and stepped out. The other driver stared at him with a furrowed brow and a cold expression, saying frostily, “How can you drive like this? You managed to hit us even from this distance?”

The driver smiled apologetically. “My apologies, my apologies. I really couldn't brake in time. Are you injured? Is there anyone else in your car? Are they injured?”

The other driver glanced back at his car. Seeing that the man had no intention of getting out, he continued, “My boss is fine.”

“Perhaps you should let your boss come out. I want to see if he's injured so I can inform my boss as well.”

The other driver hesitated for a moment before walking to the car. From Wen Ling's position, she could only see the car window slowly rolling down. She pursed her lips, feeling an involuntary sense of anticipation.

The car door opened, and it was indeed the person Wen Ling had been expecting.

Zhou Yinhe stepped out, rubbing his neck. He looked at Wen Ling's driver with a cold, indifferent expression. The driver glanced at Wen Ling, who was peeking out from the car window, coughed, and said with a smile, “Sir, I've caused you trouble. Please check if you feel unwell. Do you need an ambulance?”

“No need.” Zhou Yinhe glanced at the other car and said coldly, “Leave your contact information. My driver will contact you later regarding the repair costs.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ling hurriedly got out of the car, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled. “Zhou Yinhe, what a coincidence!”

The moment Zhou Yinhe saw her, he guessed this was one of Wen Ling's tricks. He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, “It is quite a coincidence. Even with the car stopped, you still managed to hit mine.”

Wen Ling gave an awkward cough and changed the subject. “How about this? Let's exchange contact info? That way, you can send the bill directly to me.”

“Don't you already have my number? Just add my driver.” Zhou Yinhe refused to fall for her trap, determined not to have any further entanglement with her.

“That won't do. You are the owner of the car; it's better if I add you. What if your driver asks me for too much money?” Wen Ling knew her reasoning was flimsy, but she put on a thick skin and a wronged expression. “Besides, when I searched for your number to add you, you wouldn't agree and even blocked me.”

Wen Zhou's driver looked at her speechlessly. *Ask for too much money? Do I look like that kind of low-class person?*

Zhou Yinhe turned his head away, afraid that if he looked at her expression, he might soften.

“I definitely won't bother you. Just add me, okay? That way, I can transfer the repair money to you later!”

With the two cars blocking the middle of the road, the cars stuck behind them began honking frantically. Zhou Yinhe glanced at the traffic jam and could only say, “Let's move the cars to the side first.”

Wen Ling shook her head. “No. If you don't add me, I'll just stay blocked here, and your car won't be able to move either.” She pulled up her QR code on her phone and held it out in front of Zhou Yinhe.

Zhou Yinhe frowned at her rogue behavior. Many people knew his car; if it were photographed and posted online, it would surely cause trouble. He had no choice but to take out his phone to scan her code. After adding her, he said coldly, “Can we go now?”

“Wait a moment.” Wen Ling tapped the chat box and sent a message. Only after hearing Zhou Yinhe's phone chime did she say to her driver with a beaming smile, “Let's go.”

She got into the car, rolled down the window, and waved sweetly to Zhou Yinhe. She radiated a warm, energetic, and lively aura, looking every bit the "good girl." Zhou Yinhe snorted inwardly.

*Good girl my foot. She's just a heartless, shameless woman who turns her face the moment things don't go her way.*

He ordered his driver to leave quickly, failing to notice that a small sports car nearby had just snapped a photo of him and Wen Ling.

In the [Suit-Clad Thugs Mutual Aid Group], the owner of the sports car directly dropped the photo into the chat. The group, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became active.

The Most Flamboyant in the Capital: 【Damn, who is this? Tussling with a woman in the middle of the road [Dog Head emoji]】

Human ATM: 【Ohoho, what a beautiful woman. Little Wu is quite lucky [Dog Head emoji]】

Your Wife's Ideal Type: 【Isn't that so-and-so? When did he get to China? How did he run into our Little Wu again?】

Human ATM: 【@Your Wife's Ideal Type, you think you're worthy of that name?】

(End of Chapter)