Chapter 346
The car was filled with the scent of hyacinths.
Xu Ke emerged but didn’t get out of the car to see her as she had imagined. Instead, he treated her as if she were air, ignored her completely, and drove off, about to pass by Xu Jiahui’s red supercar.
Xu Jiahui’s well-prepared face fell due to Xu Ke’s action.
“Force the car to stop, at any cost,” Xu Jiahui said through gritted teeth, looking at Xu Ke’s car. Her carefully manicured nails, painted nude, broke intensely from the pressure, and vivid red blood began to trickle down her delicate, jade-like fingers. Yet Xu Jiahui acted as if she felt nothing, maintaining her posture, her eyes glued intently to Xu Ke’s car.
Upon receiving the order, Agu stomped on the gas pedal and turned the steering wheel with one hand, chasing after Xu Ke’s car without hesitation even though it was downhill, accelerating directly toward it.
The sound of the car crash and screeching brakes mixed together; the two cars moved along the mountain road, one behind the other, and finally came to a slow halt. White smoke billowed up between the two vehicles; the rear of Xu Ke’s car was dented, the front had a dent from hitting a roadside tree as an attempt to stop it, while Xu Jiahui’s car behind was better off, with damage only to the front, the rest perfectly intact.
Xu Ke lifted his head from the steering wheel, eyes filled with impatience and fury. In the car behind, Xu Jiahui rubbed her forehead, took out the mirror she always carried, confirmed nothing happened to her face, and then opened the car door, heading towards Xu Ke’s car.
“Knock knock!” Xu Jiahui knocked on the driver’s side window.
Xu Ke lowered the window.
“Driving into me, are you crazy?” Xu Ke said, looking at Xu Jiahui with his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of coldness gleaming.
But instead of retreating from Xu Ke’s gaze, Xu Jiahui’s eyes became even more ardent and bold because of it. “If you had come out to see me, I wouldn’t have done this. So, remember to greet me next time you see me, okay?” Xu Jiahui looked at Xu Ke with unabashed possessiveness and desire.
“I think I was very clear before; I am not interested in you, and please don’t disturb my life. I don’t want today’s event to happen a second time, or I won’t let you off the hook.” Xu Ke dodged Xu Jiahui’s reaching hand, turned his head, and said coldly.
“Not let me off? How won’t you let me off? What capability do you have not to let me off? Because of your Xu Family? Ha! I don’t look down on you, but a mere Xu Family is nothing in my eyes. If I want to, I can easily annihilate it with the flip of my hand. Accompanying you now is out of personal interest; it’s a favor to you. You’d better seize this opportunity, or everything you own could disappear in an instant if I get upset.” Xu Jiahui kept a charming smile, yet a murderous intent lurked beneath.
Like a deadly beautiful serpent, no matter how glamorous and charming its appearance, a word from its mouth could lead one to a poisonous death.
Danger gleamed in Xu Ke’s eyes, swiftly extracting the information from Xu Jiahui’s words in his mind, though he showed no trace on his face. “You can try and see if Xu Ke is afraid of you or not.” Xu Ke took out his phone, calling Housekeeper Zhao to come deal with the situation on the mountain road.
“I like you this way. Maintain this to keep me interested, or else I’ll be ruthless,” Xu Jiahui said, seemingly both warning and informing.
Xu Ke closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to Xu Jiahui.
“This is my card. Feel free to come to me anytime when you’ve made up your mind. You’re always welcome,” Xu Jiahui drew a black card with gold edges from her bag and slipped it into Xu Ke’s breast pocket through the window.
“Agu, let’s go.” Having done what she intended, Xu Jiahui turned and left—straightforwardly and decisively.
Watching Xu Jiahui’s figure fade away, the expression on Xu Ke’s face grew somber. His fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically, and the atmosphere in the car grew oppressive, as if it could freeze the air.
“Tsk, my mood has taken a turn for the worse,” Xu Ke muttered, yanking off his tie roughly.
A dark light flashed in Xu Ke’s eyes; passively taking hits had never been his style.
Suddenly, as if Xu Ke realized something, the gloomy pressure around him lifted entirely. In an instant, he displayed endless sharpness, like a newly unsheathed sword, forcing others to avert their gaze.
Housekeeper Zhao moved swiftly; within an hour, the black Maserati and the red supercar on the mountain road were towed away. Housekeeper Zhao even drove up a new Maybach for Xu Ke.
“Do not mention this to Yaoyao,” Xu Ke instructed Housekeeper Zhao.
“Understood,” replied Housekeeper Zhao.
Xu Ke nodded, driving away, but instead of heading to the company as Housekeeper Zhao assumed, he sought out a private detective with whom he had worked a few times before.
“Have you found the person I told you to find last time?” Xu Ke asked.
“Of course, he’s been around,” the private detective said, rubbing his hands.
“I have a job for him—to seduce someone. By any means, I need to know about this woman,” Xu Ke said, handing Xu Jiahui’s photo to the detective. “I need to know about the woman and her relationship with Sheng Hong. Finish this task, and I’ll give him 30 million and U.S. citizenship, plus a property in Winslow, U.S.”
Xu Ke’s generous offer made the detective gasp, enviously saying, “Didn’t expect that good looks could be such a shortcut. If only my parents had gifted me such a favorable face; I’d have been wealthy long ago.”
“It’s as if what I pay you each time is insignificant; as if a top-notch detective would care about such money,” Xu Ke raised an eyebrow, surprised.
“Who would complain about having too much money these days? Would you?” The detective said, looking at the man before him, impeccable in both family background and appearance.
“You make a point. Here’s to our smooth cooperation this time. Also, I hope he’ll be prompt; you know I always favor efficiency,” Xu Ke said.
“Certainly, you can be assured of that. I’ll instruct him properly; trust my judgment in finding the right person,” the private detective assured, thumping his chest.
“Then I’ll await good news.”
The two exchanged toasts with tea instead of wine, a crisp clinking sound echoed between them, like a pact.