Chapter 666: Car Accident, Rear-End Collision, He Yiyi Cries!
"It's over, that young girl is finished! She rear-ended a bugatti veyron!"
"Hiss, oh my god, how much money will she have to pay for rear-ending such a top-tier luxury car?"
"At least seven figures, one or two million won't even be enough!"
"That young girl is driving a porsche, she must be a rich young lady, right?"
"How can that compare? Her porsche is a very common model; although it's a luxury car, it's only worth about five or six hundred thousand, while that bugatti veyron is at least tens of millions!"
"Poor thing, that young girl is facing such a huge problem!"
"Whose fault is it? That bugatti veyron was waiting at a red light; it's clearly the young girl's full responsibility for the rear-end collision."
"…"
The cacophony of the street corner blurred into a meaningless drone. At the center of it all, a young, beautiful white-collar woman stood frozen, a statue of pure despair. Dressed in a chic, tailored suit skirt, her legs sheathed in fine black stockings that ended in small, elegant leather shoes, she looked as if she had just stepped out of a high-powered corporate meeting. But now, her professional composure was shattered. Her face was a deathly shade of pale, a stark contrast to her impeccably applied makeup. Her clear, black-and-white eyes, usually so bright and capable, were now wide with terror and swimming with unshed tears.
She was completely and utterly flustered.
The passersby, a growing ring of morbidly curious onlookers, pointed and whispered amongst themselves. Their voices carried on the humid Hangzhou air, a mixture of shock and pity. Every word was a hammer blow to her already frayed nerves. She was, by all accounts, an incredibly pitiable sight. Her beauty was the pure, harmless, and delicate kind that naturally elicited sympathy. And in her current state, with tears tracing shimmering paths down her cheeks and her body trembling uncontrollably, she looked like a fragile doll on the verge of breaking.
Yet, for all their sympathetic clicks of the tongue and shakes of the head, no one dared to step forward. The reason was parked right in front of her, a magnificent, monstrous beast of a car gleaming under the afternoon sun. The delicate young woman had, in a moment of catastrophic inattention, plowed her Porsche directly into the back of a Bugatti Veyron. And it was unequivocally, disastrously, her fault.
This delicate young woman was, naturally, He Yiyi.
Her mind was a maelstrom, echoing with the damning chorus of the crowd. It's over! She was finished! The words spun in a dizzying loop, each rotation tightening the knot of dread in her stomach. The embezzlement—that horrifying, stupid mistake of taking over a million in public funds—was a guillotine already hanging over her head. Ren Zhacheng's vile threats, his leering eyes and predatory promises, were a constant poison seeping into her soul. And now, as if fate had decided to mock her suffering, she had stumbled into an even greater catastrophe.
Lost in a haze of anxiety and fear, she had slammed her foot on the accelerator instead of the brake. The result was a sickeningly loud CRUNCH of metal and carbon fiber. The impact jolted her so hard her teeth rattled. The rear of the Veyron, a masterpiece of engineering, was now brutally dented. Her own Porsche, a car she was still struggling to pay off through monthly installments, had its entire front end crumpled like a discarded piece of paper.
How much would this cost? A million? Two? More? The numbers were so astronomical they felt unreal. Could she afford to pay? The question was a bitter joke. She couldn't even pay back the money she'd stolen.
"Damn, He Yiyi actually rear-ended a bugatti veyron?!"
From across the street, Ren Zhacheng watched the scene unfold, his jaw slack with disbelief. He had been tailing her, enjoying the thought of her squirming under his thumb, when the accident happened.
'Wait a minute,' his mind raced, a flicker of confusion warring with his shock. 'He Yiyi's diary entry for tomorrow... it said she almost rear-ended someone. It didn't say she actually did it! And a Bugatti Veyron of all things? How did this happen?'
Ren Zhacheng was utterly puzzled. Could it be the butterfly effect? The thought that his Goddess Future Diary System might be flawed never crossed his mind, nor did he entertain the possibility that someone else was manipulating events. No, the most logical explanation was his own influence. His threats before she left the office must have pushed her over the edge.
He had made He Yiyi even more dazed, more distracted, and that had directly led to her plowing into the Bugatti.
"However, this isn't a bad thing."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Ren Zhacheng's handsome face. The initial shock evaporated, replaced by a surge of opportunistic glee. This was perfect. Absolutely perfect. There was no way He Yiyi could afford to pay for this. The cost of repairing a Veyron was the stuff of legends. This was his chance. His grand entrance. The hero saving the beauty from the depths of her despair.
Ren Zhacheng was keenly aware that He Yiyi despised him. He could see the revulsion in her eyes every time he got close. It was a normal reaction, of course. Nobody liked being blackmailed. If he'd had any other way to conquer this proud, pure heroine, he would have taken it. But this… this was a gift from the heavens.
Now, he could swoop in, play the magnanimous savior, and solve her insurmountable problem. In her moment of absolute desperation, his intervention would be a beacon of light. She would have no choice but to see him differently.
'Hehe, this is even better than I planned,' he mused, his thoughts turning dark and possessive. 'I'll make He Yiyi sign an IOU for the Bugatti's compensation. Then another IOU for the million she embezzled. As for how she'll pay me back? It'll definitely be with her body! Every last inch of it!'
The grin on his face widened. He Yiyi was a virgin, pure and untouched. The thought of breaking her, of owning her completely, sent a thrill through him.
But just as his disgusting fantasy reached its peak, his smug expression froze, cracking like cheap porcelain.
The Bugatti Veyron's door swung open. Not outwards, but upwards, a smooth, silent motion that spoke of obscene expense and futuristic design. A young man stepped out.
He was tall, with a lean, powerful build perfectly accentuated by a luxurious black formal suit that looked like it was spun from shadow and moonlight. His every movement was imbued with an effortless grace, his demeanor an intoxicating blend of aristocratic indifference and absolute power. His face was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, so handsome it seemed unreal, as if a god had deigned to walk among mortals.
The moment he appeared, the chaotic buzz of the crowd died, replaced by a wave of sharp, collective gasps. A hush fell over the entire street. Exclamations of awe began to ripple through the onlookers as dozens of young women stared, completely mesmerized, their eyes glued to him.
"So handsome!"
"He's too handsome, that should be illegal!"
"Not only handsome, but filthy rich, too… driving a Bugatti Veyron. Oh my god, is this my long-lost husband?"
"I have to admit, he's a little bit more handsome than my Hangzhou Daniel Wu!"
[Akarin's Note: Comparing a handsome man to the actor Daniel Wu is a popular meme in China, with people often claiming their local city has its own "Daniel Wu."]
"…"
[Ding! Son of Destiny Ren Zhacheng is envious and jealous. Plundering +6666 Destiny Points!]
A wave of bitter envy washed over Ren Zhacheng. He glared at the god-like young man, his face twisting into a sour mask.
'Damn it all! Not only is he rich enough to own a Veyron, but he's also that ridiculously handsome?!' he muttered inwardly, the unfairness of it all stinging him like acid. 'Whatever. I, Ren Zhacheng, have the Goddess Future Diary System. It's only a matter of time before I can afford a Bugatti. I'll reach the pinnacle of life, just you wait.'
He scoffed, trying to salvage his shattered ego. 'What's so great about being handsome anyway? Hmph. I'm not envious. Not one bit.'
Under the astonished gazes of the entire crowd, the handsome young man cast a brief, indifferent glance at the mangled rear of his multi-million-dollar hypercar. He frowned slightly, a subtle shift of his perfect brows, before his gaze locked onto He Yiyi's car. He began to walk towards her.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +20. Plundering +60,000 Destiny Points!]
He Yiyi was also stunned into silence. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but for an entirely new reason. She never imagined, not in a million years, that the owner of the Bugatti she had just crashed into would be a man who looked like he had stepped out of a dream.
If this were any other time, under any other circumstances, her mind would already be running wild. A rich, devastatingly handsome man? A dramatic, accidental meeting? Wasn't this the classic opening scene of every romance novel she'd ever secretly read? She flees, he chases, she cannot escape even with wings.
[Akarin's Note: "She flees, he chases, she cannot escape even with wings" (她逃,他追,她插翅难飞) is a famous meme summarizing the plot of countless cliché, overbearing CEO romance novels.]
But this was reality. The jarring, terrifying kind.
Though she was a young woman who loved to fantasize, a year of grinding in the corporate world had taught He Yiyi a few harsh lessons. Fairytales didn't happen at traffic lights in Hangzhou. This handsome man wasn't a prince coming to rescue her. He was angry. He had to be furious. And he was coming to demand compensation she could never hope to pay.
"I, I'm so sorry! I'm really, really sorry, it's all my fault!" He Yiyi scrambled out of her car as the young man approached, bowing deeply in a frantic, repeated apology. The tears she'd been holding back finally broke free, streaming down her face.
Just as He Yiyi braced herself for a storm of furious accusations, and just as Ren Zhacheng prepared to step forward and play his part as the hero, the impossible happened.
The handsome young man stopped in front of her. He looked down at her tear-streaked face, and a gentle, magnetic voice washed over her, cutting through her panic.
"Are you alright?"
He Yiyi's head snapped up. She was so confused she couldn't process the words. Her mind was a blank.
This handsome young man was, of course, Shen Anyu. And He Yiyi's little accident was, of course, entirely his design.
A faint, disarming smile touched Shen Anyu's lips as he saw her confusion. He asked again, his voice even softer, laced with what sounded like genuine concern.
"Are you alright? Do you want to go to the hospital to get checked?"
He Yiyi finally reacted, the meaning of his words sinking in. Her astonishment was so profound it momentarily eclipsed her fear. She had expected rage, demands, threats. She had steeled herself for the worst. But this handsome man's first reaction wasn't to check on his ruined hypercar, but to ask if she was hurt.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +10. Plundering +30,000 Destiny Points!]
"Thank you, I, I'm fine." The favorability she felt towards him skyrocketed in that single, unbelievable moment. She quickly wiped her eyes, her voice trembling as she forced herself to face the inevitable. "About the compensation…"
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