Love You for the Rest of My Life-Chapter 1452: Mr. Jin is Depressed

Until the moment he left, Nangong Jin still couldn’t help but laugh. He thought Di Mingzhe was just too funny, the way his fear of his wife was written all over his face.

Nangong Jin certainly didn’t suspect Di Mingzhe had some sort of ulterior motive for coming here. Di Mingzhe was such a detached person—aside from Di Xiaxia, he probably hadn’t spared a proper glance at any other woman. So being here, just like Nangong Jin himself, it was definitely for legitimate business.

For men, places like this are sometimes unavoidable; after all, they’re often good for getting things done or negotiating deals.

But Nangong Jin couldn’t help pondering one question: why did Di Mingzhe insist on believing he had some hidden agenda for coming here?

In an instant, Nangong Jin felt deeply insulted. His image must have been too deeply ingrained in people’s minds. So when Di Mingzhe saw him at a place like this, he responded with that grim, almost explosive expression?

Feeling annoyed, Nangong Jin hailed a taxi, slumping lifelessly onto the backseat like he had one foot in the grave, utterly dejected.

No, no, this won’t do. He’s been wronged, his character questioned. He has to go home, complain to his wife, and indulge in some good old whining and playfulness!

But the taxi’s snail pace was driving him mad. Half-dead on the backseat, he couldn’t hold back his grumbling and spoke up, "I say, driver, your speed is way too slow."

"It’s not slow at all," the driver replied, "Sir, I’m already close to 100 kilometers per hour—that’s pretty fast."

"Calling 100 ’fast’?" Nangong Jin said indignantly. "Stop joking. The road’s empty—hitting 200 should be no problem."

Driver: "..."

"Sir, 200 would be way too dangerous," the driver responded, sweating a little.

"200 is fine." Nangong Jin lit a cigarette casually. "I usually go 200."

"Really?" The driver raised an eyebrow. "What car do you drive?"

If it’s not worth at least several hundred thousand, you wouldn’t dare hit 200. The chances of flipping over would be huge.

"A crappy car," Nangong Jin replied nonchalantly. He wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat with the driver and pulled out his phone, intending to call Di Jinxuan. But then he worried she might already be asleep.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead, he envisioned giving her a surprise by crawling into bed without her knowing.

So he grudgingly put his phone away, continuing to disdainfully remark to the driver, "Your speed is slower than a turtle’s." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

This made the driver want to punch him. Unable to resist, he retorted, "Even if I went faster, I’d still have to stop for red lights!"

Nangong Jin blinked, "Oh right, you have to wait for red lights."

Driver: "..."

Where on earth did this lunatic come from at this ungodly hour—just to mock him?

Doesn’t he have to stop for red lights too?

The driver, now thoroughly annoyed, shot back, "Sir, you’re such a nag."

Not only naggy, but clearly bored out of his mind, making such a fuss over a taxi ride.

Nangong Jin raised his brow. Naggy?

No way. He was just anxious to get home. Forget 100 kilometers per hour—he’d probably still resent it even if they were going 200.

The driver thought Nangong Jin was bluffing and started his own tirade, "Tell me then, what’s the brand of your ’always-going-200’ car?"

"Lamborghini Remington, why? Got a problem with that?" Nangong Jin, feeling amused, indulged the driver in conversation, his tone relaxed and casual.

The driver almost cursed out loud on the spot. Damn! Lamborghini Remington, my ass! That car has a top speed of 480!

Do other cars even stand a chance?

Comparing a top-tier sports car to a 200,000-something taxi? Are you serious!!?