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Since Zhu Yan's death, Zhu Fan has become weak and submissive under Nan Shan's influence. Old Master Zhu has also grown disappointed in this granddaughter.
After school, Zhu Wan grabbed my arm. "Sister, can Nan Group's dividends this year reach five million?"
I coldly replied, "No."
Zhu Wan persisted, "I don't have as much money as you do. You could cover this amount. It would also benefit Nan Group's reputation, wouldn't it?"
If it were the old Zhu Fan, she might have agreed after her relentless pleading. But I am not that Zhu Fan anymore. I shook off her hand and said firmly, "You can't possibly be short of five million, can you? Miss Nan."
Zhu Wan loved being called that by others, relishing her role as the fake young lady. Hearing my sarcasm made her face flush with anger.
I walked out of the school gate and spotted the car waiting for me. The driver didn't move when he saw me; he only opened the door after I knocked on the window. Once inside, he didn't start the car either, clearly waiting for Zhu Wan.
I figured I might as well take this opportunity to learn more about the world, so I waited. I pulled out my phone and studied Criminal Law.
An hour later, Zhu Wan finally sauntered out. The driver immediately drove up to her, eagerly opening the door and greeting her with a forced smile, "Good day, Miss."
My temper flared at the preferential treatment. Different standards? Who do you think pays your salary?
Just as the driver was about to start the car, I suddenly opened the door and got out.
I knocked on the driver's window.
"You, get out."
The driver looked confused and didn’t move.
Fine, I'll make you get out.
I opened the driver's door and yanked him out.
The driver was caught off guard; he probably didn't expect a girl to have such strength.
With one hand, I tossed him against a tree about a meter away.
I looked down at him and pulled out a wad of cash from my uniform, throwing it onto him.
"You’re fired."
After saying that, I ignored Zhu Wan's expression and jumped into the driver's seat, speeding off home.
Zhu Wan got out and started to vomit uncontrollably.
Not long after, Nan Shan called me to the study.
Zhu Wan was there too, unable to hide the sarcasm in her eyes.
Before I could say anything, Nan Shan began to scold me.
When he finally stopped, I sniffled and said,
"I was being harassed; doesn’t my father expect me to fight back?"
Nan Shan frowned and glanced at Zhu Wan.
Zhu Wan began her performance:
"Sister, how can you accuse Uncle Li? I was in the car too."
"How would you know what happened before I got in the car when you came out so late?"
I wiped my tears away.
Nan Shan raised his voice:
"Enough! No matter what, the fact remains that you were driving without a license!"
That’s just how Nan Shan was; right or wrong, he only scolded Zhu Fan.
I had driven tanks before; a small car was nothing.
I didn’t argue further and murmured:
"That won't happen again."
After being scolded for a while, Nan Shan finally let me leave.
Once outside, Zhu Wan shot me a mocking glance. I ignored her and turned back into the room.
Great, trouble never comes alone.
Before long, the police showed up, having received reports that I had assaulted someone and was driving without a license. I was taken to the police station, where the driver was also present.
I glanced at the driver.
The officer asked him, "Is it her?"
"Yes, that's her!"
"I was acting in self-defense! Officer, he harassed me," I said sadly.
Fortunately, I had seen the self-defense regulations earlier that afternoon; otherwise, it would have been hard to explain. The police reviewed the surveillance footage, but they couldn't see what happened inside the car, so they were at a loss.
In the end, I was only reprimanded for driving without a license. The officer said that since I had just turned eighteen, I needed someone to vouch for me to be released.
I thought: ...
Zhu Fan had no family or friends; who would vouch for me?
Just then, a familiar face walked in, and I recognized him immediately—Qin Lang!
He was an old family friend of Zhu Fan's maternal side and five years older than me.
Without hesitation, I exclaimed, "Brother Qin Lang!"
Qin Lang frowned and looked at me.
I stepped closer to him and said, "Brother Qin Lang, I'm Old Zhu's granddaughter!"
I tugged at his sleeve and blinked rapidly.
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