Chapitre 135: Chapter 135 If You Have the Guts, Fly Over
The silver-gray GTR was parked by the roadside, right at the entrance of the event venue.
As the couple walked out, they unexpectedly found that two luxury cars had boxed in the GTR, one in front and the other behind, leaving only about 20 centimeters of space between them.
"Looks like someone else is just as inconsiderate as you," Zhao Yanan teased.
Chu Yuxuan glanced at the Lamborghini in front and the Aston Martin behind, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Though the parking lot was crowded, there was still plenty of room on the road. Was it really necessary to park so close? It seemed as though someone had deliberately blocked his car. Zhao Yanan frowned and looked around for a moment, but there was no one nearby to move the cars. She took off her coat and handed back Chu Yuxuan's suit jacket. "Who knows how long we'll have to wait. You'd better put this on; it's cold."
"Worried about me?" Chu Yuxuan smiled, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yanan.
"Can you be serious for once?" Zhao Yanan scolded, and seeing that Chu Yuxuan didn't intend to take it, she draped the jacket over his shoulders herself.
Just then, Xue Can walked over casually, brushing past Chu Yuxuan as he made his way to the Lamborghini.
Zhao Yanan thought the car was finally about to be moved. However, Xue Can only retrieved a pack of cigarettes from the car, then leaned against the hood and started smoking, showing no intention of moving the vehicle.
Chu Yuxuan recognized the elegantly dressed stranger—he was the same person who had sat beside Situ Jingyao during the auction, the one who had challenged him. What was he up to now? Could it be that he was sore from losing the auction and wanted to make trouble?
Zhao Yanan looked at Xue Can and, with a cool smile, asked, "Excuse me, could you please move your car? It's blocking ours."
Xue Can glanced at her disdainfully and replied coldly, "Sorry, I've been drinking and can't drive. My driver won't be here for another two hours... If you're in a hurry, why don't you try flying over?"
Zhao Yanan could tell that this unknown man was here to cause trouble. She turned to Chu Yuxuan with a questioning look, as if asking, "Do you know him?"
Chu Yuxuan shrugged and then looked directly at Xue Can, unflinchingly saying, "A good dog doesn't block the way. Move."
Xue Can glared at him, unable to hide the hostility in his eyes. "Do you have a death wish?"
Chu Yuxuan pressed his tongue against his molars, his expression darkening.
Seeing that the situation was escalating, Zhao Yanan quickly intervened, "Yuxuan, let it go. Let's just take a cab. Don't cause any trouble."
Perhaps reminded of her husband's formidable skills in a fight, she added, "Don't forget why we came here tonight. There are so many reporters around. If you cause a scene, all our efforts will be wasted."
At that moment, Situ Jingyao also emerged from the venue. She glanced at Chu Yuxuan and Xue Can standing by the roadside, then quickened her pace to approach them.
"Mr. Xue, haven't you heard the saying that a good dog doesn't block the way?" Situ Jingyao's words were sharp, her tone somehow in sync with Chu Yuxuan.
Xue Can gritted his teeth and turned his head away, ignoring Situ Jingyao's warning gaze.
Situ Jingyao sighed, then turned to Chu Yuxuan with a softer expression and said with a playful smile, "My friend here has a very strange temperament. When he gets stubborn, he's like a mule. Please don't take it personally, Mr. Chu."
She pointed to a Maybach slowly approaching and said, "How about this—I'll take you and your wife home first, and later I'll have someone bring your car back. How does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, Xue Can grew even more irritated. He angrily tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and snapped, "Situ Jingyao, stop being so nice for no reason! I said if he's got the guts, let him fly over!"
Situ Jingyao frowned slightly and coldly replied, "You're really annoying."
As the crowd grew larger, including several reporters, Zhao Yanan tugged at Chu Yuxuan's sleeve and whispered, "Yuxuan, let's go. We can catch a cab."
Chu Yuxuan looked at the trunk of his car, hesitating whether to retrieve the sledgehammer inside. It was just a Lamborghini; it wouldn't be the first car he'd smashed.
But seeing the gathering crowd and realizing it would waste his wife's efforts tonight, he reconsidered. They had just been acting charitable a moment ago—if he were to smash an 8-million-yuan car right after, tomorrow's news would undoubtedly drag them through the mud. Most importantly, Zhao Yanan would be furious. Otherwise, why would he care about others' opinions?
After a moment of hesitation, Chu Yuxuan exhaled deeply, squeezed Zhao Yanan's cold fingertips, and said, "Wait for me."
Zhao Yanan suddenly had a bad feeling and instinctively tightened her grip on Chu Yuxuan's hand. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide.
Situ Jingyao also didn't know what Chu Yuxuan intended to do. She crossed her arms and smiled at him.
"I'm going to try... flying over," Chu Yuxuan said with a smile. He then turned to Situ Jingyao and added, "Miss Situ, I appreciate your kindness, but I'd rather rely on myself."
Situ Jingyao smiled and nodded without replying. She had heard of this rich kid's previous exploits—crashing a Range Rover, smashing a Ferrari. There was bound to be more drama today, but she also knew that the Xue family's young master wasn't one to be trifled with.
She couldn't help but feel a bit worried, but she wasn't in a position to say anything. She glanced sideways at Zhao Yanan, particularly at her full chest, and sighed quietly. She couldn't compare.
"Yuxuan!" Zhao Yanan's heart raced as she watched Chu Yuxuan walk towards their car.
Chu Yuxuan estimated the distance between the cars, then turned to Zhao Yanan with a smile. "Don't worry. It'll take me at most half a minute to fly out."
The onlookers were abuzz. Everyone could see what was happening. It didn't matter who the young man blocking the Chu family's car was; just the fact that the GTR was trapped between the other two cars made it seem impossible to get it out.
Zhao Yanan's palms started to sweat as she imagined Chu Yuxuan crashing into the Lamborghini. She tried to stop him again, but Chu Yuxuan just made a heart sign at her and got into the car.
Xue Can lit another cigarette and sat firmly on the hood of his car. He was curious to see how Chu Yuxuan planned to "fly" out of this.
Was he really going to crash into him?
As he listened to the GTR's engine roar and saw the wicked smile in Chu Yuxuan's eyes, Xue Can recalled all the things he'd read about Chu Yuxuan last night—hitting reporters, smashing Ferraris, dunking Ye Tianyi's head into a hotpot. A chill ran down his spine. Even though his own background was on par with the Chu family, if this rich kid went crazy, he'd be the one suffering. He decided to step aside.
Situ Jingyao sneered, "Scared?"
Xue Can scoffed, "It's better if he crashes. Then I can show him what it means to be up against someone even stronger."
Their conversation wasn't loud, but Zhao Yanan heard it clearly. She could tell that this unknown man wasn't to be taken lightly.
The reporters had already set up their cameras, focusing on the GTR.
Chu Yuxuan shifted gears, pressing both the gas and brake pedals simultaneously, expertly turning the steering wheel. The next second, the car started moving forward slowly...
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