Huo Ziyan shook her head angrily and said, "They not only don't listen to me, but they also don't even consider me! They insult me and insult my dignity! These bastards indulge themselves outside, cavorting around, what right do they have to talk about me!"

The old man shook his head helplessly: "Miss, Miss, you should have known this long ago. You know exactly what kind of people they are. Talking like this to them is just playing the lute to a cow; it's completely useless."

The old man's words calmed Huo Ziyan down. She took a deep breath and said, "Elder Wang, you are right; I was too naive before. I thought these people were my brothers and they would understand that I was doing it for their good. Now I understand, I can't rely on them, I can only rely on myself."

After saying this, Huo Ziyan leaned back in her seat and fell into contemplation. She thought of Lin Beichen's handsome face and powerful presence. She couldn't help but wonder, "Can I join Lin Beichen's side? After all, I am a woman, and I have what Lin Beichen likes."

If she could become Lin Beichen's woman or lover, what she could gain would be far beyond that. So she said to the old man: "Elder, start the car, I need to go back to that bar."

The old man clearly understood what Huo Ziyan was thinking. He was silent for a moment and then nodded.

However, right then, Huo Ziyan's phone suddenly rang. She picked up the phone and heard an urgent voice from the other end: "Miss, there's trouble! Elder is in critical condition! You better get to the hospital now!"

Huo Ziyan's face turned deathly pale.

This was a call from the nurse at their family's hospital. She quickly told the driver: "Get to the hospital quickly! First People's Hospital! Elder is in critical condition!"

The driver, hearing this news, also became nervous. He pressed the accelerator hard, and the car accelerated fiercely toward the hospital.

On Lin Beichen's side, he and Lan Zihua were walking side by side on the way home.

Tonight they had a lot of fun, and Lan Zihua witnessed Lin Beichen's domineering and arrogant side.

Those distinguished figures who were usually aloof in front of others were like obedient dogs in front of Lin Beichen.

Lan Zihua looked at Lin Beichen and suddenly said softly, "Then I'm heading back, won't you see me off?" She turned back and smiled at Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I'd love to. I'll send you back, it's so late, I'm worried you might encounter danger."

Lin Beichen still planned to send Lan Zihua back, as there was a difficult-to-describe tacit understanding between the two.

However, upon hearing Lin Beichen's words, Lan Zihua slightly frowned. She actually longed for more, but Lin Beichen's attitude made her feel somewhat distant. He acted like a gentleman that was elusive.

If Lan Zihua wasn't very acquainted with Lin Beichen, she might have been deceived by his surface.

Suddenly feeling a bit angry, she said to Lin Beichen, "No, I'll go back on my own. Don't worry, everyone uses cars now, I'll have mine take me back." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Hearing Lan Zihua's words, Lin Beichen was slightly taken aback, but then nodded. He could see the girl might be a bit upset now, so he didn't say much more.

"Alright then, go on back. I'll watch until you get in the car, then I'll leave."

Upon hearing Lin Beichen's words, Lan Zihua felt even more uncomfortable. It was a strange emotion; she knew she was wrong, but she just couldn't control herself.

She took out her phone and made a call, soon her private driver arrived downstairs. Lan Zihua waved to Lin Beichen and gracefully got in the car. Lin Beichen watched them leave, feeling indifferent.

"I know what you're thinking, I'm aware. But right now, there are many important things I need to deal with, I can't be distracted."

Lin Beichen thought silently in his heart. Meanwhile, Lan Zihua sat in the car, reflecting on the bits and pieces of tonight with Lin Beichen. She increasingly regretted, feeling she shouldn't have acted capriciously at the end, venting on Lin Beichen. Such behavior would only affect their relationship.

The driver sitting in the driver's seat noticed through the rearview mirror that Lan Zihua seemed a bit uneasy.

The driver, about thirty years old, handsome and impressive, inquired softly, with his tone full of concern: "CEO, is something wrong? Could it be related to the man? Was there any unpleasantness between you two?

You can confide in me." His voice was deep and magnetic, gentle to just the right degree.

Lan Zihua's expression changed slightly upon hearing these words, then sternly replied: "You're asking too much." Instantly, she returned to her usual expressionless CEO demeanor.

The driver felt her coldness, shivered slightly, and quickly apologized: "I was just worried about you, afraid you encountered some trouble."

"Thank you, but I don't need your concern. You just need to focus on driving, other matters don't require your attention." Lan Zihua snorted coldly; she never liked subordinates or colleagues overly concerned about her private life. Years of business struggles taught her to maintain a sense of distance.

The driver secretly felt angry, almost blurting out, "You woman, really turn good intentions into vile ones! I've been driving you around every day, long interested in you. Can't even ask a question? Someday I'll throw you onto a bed, see how you strut!" But he held these words back, his face still full of smiles: "Sorry CEO, I spoke out of turn. I'll be more mindful in the future, won't make such mistakes again."

Lan Zihua lightly hummed in acknowledgment, then no longer acknowledged him. Along the way, both remained silent. Until the driver got Lan Zihua to a building, she went straight upstairs.

The driver watched her leave, especially her graceful waist, led to feelings of anger and desire, mixed with indescribable yearning. "This woman is always so hard to understand," he cursed inwardly.

Just as he was about to leave, someone suddenly tapped him gently on the shoulder. The driver was startled, turned around, only to see a tall and thin man in his thirties smiling at him.

"Bro! How is it you?" The driver was both surprised and delighted, "Why are you here at this hour?"

Turns out, this man was his senior from college - Ouyang Pingchuan. They had a deep connection back then, and his senior cared for him a lot, like brothers.

Ouyang Pingchuan explained with a smile: "Recently, I suddenly wanted to reconnect with you, heard you're driving for a CEO, so I found out she lives here. How about we find a place to grab a drink and catch up on old times?"

The driver laughed heartily: "No problem! We brothers indeed should get together and chat about the past."

The two excitedly went to a nearby hotel, Ouyang Pingchuan mysteriously requested a private room.

Sitting down, the driver laughed: "Senior, heard you're now a private secretary for a big shot, quite promising indeed! Just the two of us, getting such a high-class room, you're becoming more and more grand."

Though the driver also served powerful people, as a driver, he felt his status wasn't as close as those female secretaries or confidants. His words revealed a bit of envy and helplessness.

However, Ouyang Pingchuan simply chuckled and said, "Buddy, don't think too highly of me. I'm not living as well as you imagine, things are quite rough."

The driver was surprised to hear this, shook his head and said, "Big Brother, you're joking. How could you be worse off? I'm the one really suffering! Following a female CEO, getting nothing from it."

Ouyang Pingchuan glanced at the driver, his mind calculating. He noticed the driver's discontentment with the CEO, perhaps he could use this to do something.