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On the road, Ye Bingran drove slowly. Compared to his reckless driving earlier, Ye Siqian felt as if he had become a different person. Back then, he had gripped the seatbelt with his eyes closed, howling in fear, constantly reminding the driver that there was a living person in the car.
Ye Bingran, however, casually replied, "Being late and getting hated is none of my business."
Ye Siqian's face turned pale as he urged softly, "Then can you drive faster?"
The stark contrast in treatment made Ye Siqian marvel at how Ye Bingran's acting skills had reached an extraordinary level. Now, once they were on the highway, the speed picked up slightly.
Zheng Mengni had specifically noted down the address of the welfare home where Ye Bingran was from and quietly used the navigation system to ensure they weren't headed somewhere undesirable. She kept her eyes wide open and alert throughout the journey, not noticing anything unusual but also too anxious to close her eyes and sleep.
After getting off the highway, the road became noticeably steeper. No matter how gently Ye Bingran drove, it was impossible to avoid the bumps. The car creaked ominously, giving Zheng Mengni the illusion that it might fall apart at any moment.
Her backside ached from sitting for so long, and without air conditioning in the car, it felt stifling. Looking outside at the swirling dust, she didn't want to open the window for fresh air; she feared drying out her skin and inhaling unclean air.
She glanced at the navigation and realized there was still a hundred kilometers to go. A discomfort settled in her chest, spreading quickly toward her throat. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
She had never been prone to motion sickness before. Zheng Mengni hesitated about how to ask Ye Bingran to find a place to stop for a break. But sensing her discomfort, he turned on his signal and pulled into a small road on the right.
The car came to a stop by the roadside. Ye Bingran opened the door and leaned his head inside to look at her. "Need to use the restroom?"
Zheng Mengni nodded as she got out of the car, not forgetting to grab her bag. Ye Bingran led her to borrow a restroom from a nearby restaurant. After she finished, they walked together as he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
To be honest, if it weren't for Ye Bingran mentioning it, Zheng Mengni would never have realized that this shabby, old house was a restaurant. Inside, there wasn't a single soul apart from the owner.
Zheng Mengni felt faint from hunger; she really didn't want to eat here. But reason told her that if she didn't eat something to fill her stomach, the next hundred kilometers would be unbearable. Without energy and strength, she wouldn't be able to handle the upcoming Hongmen Banquet.
She wasn't here for leisure; she was here to expose Ye Bingran's true nature. Zheng Mengni obediently nodded and softly said, "I'll eat whatever you eat."
Ye Bingran ordered three bowls of noodles. Zheng Mengni followed up with specific requests: "No cilantro, no chili, less oil, and less salt." This time, she had learned her lesson and voiced her dietary restrictions. The last time she had gone out with Tan Yan, he had ordered all the dishes she didn't like. They were unhealthy and bad for her skin.
Ye Siqian and Pug seemed to stick closely to Zheng Mengni's side, eagerly pulling out a chair for her and opening a bottle of mineral water before handing it to her, attending to her every need.
Ye Bingran was exhausted; he had woken up before four in the morning to drive over and pick up Zheng Mengni. If it weren't for Ye Siqian not having a driver's license, he would have had to drive alone for over ten hours back and forth.
Ye Bingran squatted by the roadside, lighting a cigarette to stay awake. As soon as he left, Zheng Mengni couldn't sit still either. People like him needed constant supervision to feel at ease, so naturally, she followed him out with Ye Siqian trailing behind.
Thus, Ye Bingran expressionlessly tossed aside his half-smoked cigarette and shook off his two shadows before returning to the restaurant.
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