Chapter 667: He Yiyi's wonderful encounter!
"Here it comes! Compensation!"
Not far away, Ren Zhacheng pricked up his ears, his heart full of excitement and anticipation, holding his breath.
In his opinion, even for a handsome guy, money doesn't just grow on trees. Being rear-ended like this, although the situation wasn't too serious, the loss wasn't small. For a top luxury car like a Bugatti Veyron, the repair cost would be at least a seven-figure sum.
He Yiyi definitely couldn't afford this amount, so this was his moment to show off.
With the Goddess Future Diary System, Ren Zhacheng no longer cared about money. A few million was pocket change, a mere stepping stone on his path to greatness. The future was an open book to him, every stock market fluctuation, every winning lottery number, every hidden opportunity laid bare. He saw this entire scene not as an unfortunate accident, but as a meticulously scripted event arranged by fate itself, with him as the heroic male lead destined to save the damsel in distress. His confidence was absolute, a fortress built on the certainty of his System.
With future information in his grasp, he could not only win over the goddess but also had many more opportunities to make a fortune. Ren Zhacheng was full of confidence in this regard.
The crowd of passersby also watched with rapt curiosity, their murmurs a low hum against the city traffic. They craned their necks, phones already out, eager to witness the fallout. How much would a dent in a car that cost more than their homes even cost to fix?
"Hehe, maybe that handsome guy, seeing how pretty that lady is, won't ask for compensation," a young girl said with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with wistful longing. "It'll be a romantic encounter."
A young man next to her let out a sharp, cynical scoff. "You've read too many CEO novels. This is reality. You crash a multi-million-dollar car, you pay. How could he not ask for compensation?"
Under the weight of everyone's expectant gaze, He Yiyi felt a crushing anxiety. As the person responsible, she was the focal point of all that attention, and it felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking her skin. She blinked her large, watery eyes, looking pitifully at Shen Anyu, her mind clinging to a desperate, foolish hope. 'Maybe… maybe he won't ask me to pay.'
But the moment the thought surfaced, the harsh realities of her life crushed it. After grinding her way through the corporate world, becoming just another disposable employee, He Yiyi knew with bitter certainty that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Nothing falls from the sky unless it's a trap, a meticulously baited hook for the desperate and naive.
If he didn't ask her for compensation, it could only mean he wanted something else—something far more outrageous.
As if a switch had been flipped, a scandalous idea flickered in her mind. He Yiyi secretly risked a glance up at Shen Anyu's impossibly handsome face, her eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw before she quickly dropped her head again. A searing heat bloomed across her cheeks, a blush so intense it felt like a brand.
'An even more outrageous request… it doesn't seem entirely out of the question…'
'So handsome! How can a man this handsome even exist?!'
He Yiyi was screaming internally like a startled marmot, her imagination already sprinting into territories she'd only read about in novels.
[Ding! Detected that Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +10. Plunder +30,000 Destiny Points!]
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of Shen Anyu's lips. His gaze swept over the crumpled rear of the Bugatti Veyron, the casualness of the gesture making the damage seem trivial.
"Compensation?" he mused, his voice calm and steady. "Although the damage isn't serious, if it were to be repaired properly, it would cost at least two to three million."
Two. To three. Million.
The numbers struck He Yiyi like a physical blow. Her vision swam, the world dissolving into a nauseating blur of black spots as she swayed on her feet. That figure wasn't just money; it was an astronomical sum, a death sentence for someone like her. Her entire life's earnings, and even the next, wouldn't cover it. Even with the public funds she had secretly embezzled—a desperate act to escape her suffocating life—she had only managed to pocket around a million.
She couldn't afford this, not even if she sold herself piece by piece.
Yet, He Yiyi knew he wasn't exaggerating. For a masterpiece of engineering like a Bugatti Veyron, repair costs were legendary, and that didn't even account for the massive depreciation the accident would cause. The thought of not paying never even crossed her mind. Firstly, the fault was entirely hers. The car was parked perfectly; she was the one who had plowed into it. Secondly, a man who drove a Bugatti Veyron moved in circles she couldn't even begin to fathom. Angering someone like that was a surefire way to disappear.
But how could she possibly pay?
At that moment, a venomous resentment toward Ren Zhacheng flooded her heart. If that man hadn't been harassing and threatening her, she wouldn't have been so distracted. She wouldn't have made this catastrophic mistake. It was all Ren Zhacheng's fault!
[Ding! Son of Destiny Ren Zhacheng's emotional line has been negatively affected. Plunder +66,666 Destiny Points!]
Seeing He Yiyi's devastated expression, her face pale and her eyes brimming with unshed tears, the surrounding crowd began to murmur with sympathy. They discussed her plight in hushed tones, yet no one dared to step forward. The situation was clear-cut; she was completely at fault.
This was the moment. Ren Zhacheng's blood pulsed with excitement. His muscles tensed, his body coiling like a spring, ready to leap onto the stage and deliver his heroic lines.
But just as he took his first step, a gentle and clear voice cut through the air, silencing the crowd.
"I'll go through insurance. You probably can't afford this repair fee."
What?
He Yiyi's head snapped up. She stared at Shen Anyu, her eyes wide with disbelief. The world, which had been a blurry mess just seconds ago, sharpened into focus, all of it centered on the faint, easy smile on his face. She felt certain she must have misheard him.
'He… he really isn't going to ask me for compensation?'
The only possible reason crashed into her thoughts with the force of a tidal wave. 'Could this unbelievably handsome man… be interested in me?'
She knew enough to understand that claiming insurance when she was 100% at fault would be a complicated process for him. His premiums would skyrocket, a massive inconvenience for no reason. For a moment, He Yiyi was overwhelmed by a dizzying sense of shock and joy. It felt as if a meteor made of pure luck had just crashed from the heavens and landed right in her lap.
Meanwhile, Ren Zhacheng's forward momentum came to a screeching halt. His feet felt nailed to the pavement. His expression turned ugly, a mixture of shock and suspicion clouding his features as he stared daggers at Shen Anyu.
'Could this rich second-generation brat be interested in He Yiyi? Why else would he just write off a seven-figure repair bill?'
'No!' The thought was a raw scream in his mind. 'He Yiyi is my first choice! She belongs to me!'
…
"Sir, are you really… really not going to ask me for compensation?" He Yiyi raised her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering like polished obsidian as she gazed at Shen Anyu, the surprise in her voice making it tremble slightly. Just a minute ago, she had been staring into the abyss of lifelong debt. Now, he was telling her it was all forgiven. It felt completely unreal, like a vivid dream from which she was terrified of waking.
"Of course," Shen Anyu affirmed smoothly. Then he added, "But—"
At this, he paused, letting the word hang in the air. His gaze, now charged with a profound, meaningful weight, fell on He Yiyi's pure and beautiful face. A slow, deliberate smile spread across his lips. "You have to agree to one request from me."
One request?
'Is it… is it the kind of request I'm thinking of?'
Her cheeks, which had only just cooled, instantly caught fire again. Her entire face bloomed into a delicate, feverish crimson. 'Does he really want… 'flesh compensation'?'
'No, that's impossible! How could he be so direct?' Her mind raced, a frantic jumble of denial and scandalous excitement. 'At least… at least we should watch a movie first, or have a candlelight dinner or something, right?'
He Yiyi risked another peek at Shen Anyu's face, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The man before her was the living embodiment of every fantasy she'd ever had: tall, devastatingly handsome, impossibly wealthy, gentle, and emotionally stable. And their meeting was straight out of a script—a fateful car accident.
'Am I dreaming? Am I the main character in an idol drama?'
[Ding! Detected that Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +10. Plunder +30,000 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Detected that Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +10. Plunder +30,000 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Detected that Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +6. Plunder +18,000 Destiny Points!]
How could any ordinary young woman, ground down by the monotony of corporate life, possibly withstand such a perfect, drama-filled encounter? In that moment, He Yiyi truly believed she was the chosen heroine of her own story.
The group of girls in the crowd were practically vibrating with envy and jealousy, wishing they could physically swap places with her. A moment ago, they were pitying the poor woman who had crashed into a Bugatti and was about to be saddled with a debt she could never repay. But now? That top-tier, god-like rich man wasn't just waiving the fee—he seemed to be making a move on her!
Agree to one request? What kind of request could it be?
Marry on the spot? Flash marriage to a wealthy tycoon? Become the substitute for his long-lost love? A contract marriage that slowly blossoms into real love?
'Wuwuwu, I'm so jealous!'
'Sisters, the idol drama plots actually work in real life!'
'Should we go find a luxury car and rear-end it too?'
'Or maybe splash water on a handsome rich guy's face?'
'I'm going to go spill coffee on a CEO! What temperature should the coffee be? Is eighty degrees okay? Will it get his attention without giving him third-degree burns?'
…
Ren Zhacheng was anxious! The absolute worst-case scenario was unfolding right before his eyes! This damn rich kid was actually interested in He Yiyi. He wasn't asking for money; he was asking for a 'request'? What kind of request that could possibly be, any man with blood in his veins would understand.
Ren Zhacheng couldn't tolerate it. In his mind, He Yiyi was already his property, his designated woman. She absolutely could not be snatched away by some other man. In the past, Ren Zhacheng wouldn't have dared to even breathe in the direction of a rich scion who drove a Bugatti Veyron. But now, with the Goddess Future Diary System in his possession, he was a man with a cheat code to life itself. What was a mere rich kid to him?
And after Ren Zhacheng took the Strong Body Pill, he had inexhaustible strength and could fight ten people.
He was full of courage
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