Chapter 123: Chapter 117: Cause and Effect Tug_2
She opened the drawer below and rummaged through it as she said:
Zhao Yingjun looked up at Lin Xian:
“Do you actually have a driver’s license?” Her gaze was somewhat distrustful.
Lin Xian indeed had never driven in real life, only having handled a car during his driving school’s licensing test.
But in his dreams, he had a whole ten-plus years of driving experience.
The seasoned driver didn’t mention it, and he was also skilled in various driving stunts, like wild racing and extreme speeding… The real-life “Justice and Rule 5” wasn’t just for kicks.
In his dreams, he had driven almost every luxury car there is; as long as the horsepower was adequate, he could effortlessly leap over flyovers, drift around turns, and navigate water channels with his eyes closed.
Previously, CC mocked Lin Xian for the way he drove Big Face Cat’s van, lurching forward.
It wasn’t actually Lin Xian’s fault—the van was just too decrepit. Even Big Face Cat himself would lurch in it, unrelated to driving skill.
Zhao Yingjun continued searching through the drawer:
“Since today is a fashion gathering for the entertainment industry, we should be mindful of the car we drive… this one will do.”
She tossed a set of keys over.
Lin Xian caught them.
“Come pick me up at the office at half-past seven, don’t be late.”
After listening to Zhao Yingjun’s instructions, Lin Xian was surprised.
Was this the rhythm of becoming her driver?
Had her usual driver taken a leave of absence?
He looked down at the key in his hand—
The keys he held were to a Bentley tied with an electronic key fob for a garage.
“The car is parked in the garage in the underground parking lot. Drive it directly to the recording studio to get the demo. Remember to pick me up in time; being late to the banquet is quite impolite.”
Lin Xian took the elevator straight to the underground garage.
He pressed the garage door opener and quickly found the corresponding garage. The roller shutter door gradually rose, revealing the car inside…
It was a blue convertible sports car, a Bentley Continental GT.
This car was rare in China, not to mention the W12 badge on the side of the body.
Although Lin Xian didn’t have a car in reality, he was still well-versed in vehicle-related knowledge. This W12 twin-turbocharged engine, with a displacement of 6.0T, could deliver more than 650 horsepower—a true performance beast.
In fact, in the urban environment of this country, few people consider buying a convertible. Lin Xian didn’t know where Zhao Yingjun got this car from.
This woman was really too mysterious; she might be even wealthier than all the rumors circulating in the company.
Lin Xian felt that Zhao Yingjun wasn’t short of money, and she often didn’t even treat money seriously.
So why was she working so hard, tirelessly day and night? For what exactly?
He pressed the unlock button, sat in the car, and pressed the push-to-start button—
The W12 engine roared like a wild beast.
Lin Xian closed his eyes, savoring the powerful vibration.
It was as if he was entering a dream right there…
The feeling of man and machine as one, all came back to him.
He turned off the ESP and a series of vehicle control systems, auxiliary systems, leaving the beast fully in manual control, and floored the throttle!
The tire screeching explosively!
The biting smell of burning rubber hit the nose!
The blue Bentley Continental GT, under Lin Xian’s manual control, executed a stationary drift, its tail swinging 90 degrees out from the garage as it thundered towards the exit.
“Hmm, it feels nice,” he said.
Then Lin Xian honestly turned on all the various vehicle control systems and the body stability system, switching to automatic mode.
It wasn’t the same as stealing cars and racing in dreams… After all, he had to return this car to Zhao Yingjun; he couldn’t afford to wreck it.
“Ah, I’ve been meaning to take up Gao Yang on his offer to buy a car from his dealership but haven’t found the time. I’ll have to make good on that promise soon,” he mused.
Lin Xian was now a millionaire, making a purchase from Gao Yang’s 4S shop a breeze.
But for him at this point, having experienced every thrilling thing in his dreams since his teens… the real world’s glitz, when compared to his threshold, was honestly quite low, and it hardly excited him anymore.
This was why he had always led a lifestyle of low desires.
In his last dream, Lee Cheng’s garage held countless cars that were many times more luxurious than the Continental GT, and Lin Xian had grown tired of them long ago.
To him now, driving a Wuling mini electric car felt no different from driving a Rolls-Royce in terms of personal mood.
He turned the steering wheel in his hands, very pleased with how his plan had progressed so far.
He had thought that Zhao Yingjun would have a driver take them both to the dance…
But unexpectedly, the driver turned out to be himself.
Since the steering wheel was in his own hands, which road he took that evening and how much he decided to deviate was entirely up to him, wasn’t it?
“Tonight, I’ll take Zhao Yingjun on a big detour in the opposite direction of the East Sea and then head home,” he decided with a slight smile as he signaled a left turn.
Time, route, and duration of the trip were now all in his control; he could easily take Zhao Yingjun with him and avoid the midnight shooting incident.
Lin Xian went to the recording studio to pick up the recorded demo.
Then he went home to change into his dance party attire.
Lastly, he returned to the company to pick up Zhao Yingjun and headed to the venue that hosted the entertainment industry event.
“Why are we taking this convertible? The weather… doesn’t seem warm enough,” he pondered.
Lin Xian watched Zhao Yingjun, dressed in a blue evening gown and wearing blue sapphire earrings, get into the car.
This woman perhaps had some kind of compulsion when it came to matching clothes…
The strict matching of her earrings to her gown was one thing, but today they also matched the blue Bentley.
“Because the nature of tonight’s dance party is different, it’s more appropriate to drive this car,” he explained.
Zhao Yingjun placed her handbag on her lap and looked straight ahead:
“Actually, dance parties are a foreign concept. In the business circles, they’re a blend of East and West, done up to the nines. But entertainment industry dance parties are different, with a larger focus on marketing and packaging oneself, quite formal and by the book.”
“But all that doesn’t concern us…” she remarked.
The vehicle started, and a gentle breeze lifted Zhao Yingjun’s delicate bangs:
“We’re just here to meet that female singer. If you think she has the right voice and appeal, feel free to finalize the matter on the spot.”
Lin Xian nodded and drove Zhao Yingjun towards the venue.
The location of the venue was relatively remote.
But fortunately, there weren’t many cars on the road, so they could drive quite fast.
Night fell, and darkness swallowed the entire East Sea…
Lin Xian parked the ostentatious blue Bentley Continental GT at the entrance of the venue and then opened the car door for Zhao Yingjun:
“President Zhao, we’ve arrived.”
Zhao Yingjun lifted her gown elegantly as she got out of the car and slowly walked into the golden hall.
Lin Xian glanced at his watch.
Until Zhao Yingjun’s 24th birthday…
Until she escaped the death history had laid out for her…
Only four hours remained!