Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 127 You Scratched Your Ex-Boyfriend's Car
Shen Guining has always been very careful when driving. She rarely drives after getting her driver's license in college and is still a novice driver. She never dares to drive fast on the road.

She specifically put several large "trainee" stickers on the back of the car, adhering to the principle of safety first and driving cautiously.

Unexpectedly, things still went wrong.

After getting off work that day, Shen Guining had just backed her car out of the parking space and hadn't even driven out of the parking lot when a fat cat suddenly darted out in front of her. Startled, she jerked the steering wheel in a panic, causing the car to veer to the left, and she immediately slammed on the brakes.

The aisle was narrow to begin with, and her mistake caused her to scrape against a black Bentley parked next to her.

This was the first time Shen Guining had encountered such a situation. He was stunned for a moment before turning off the engine and preparing to get out of the car.

The Bentley's door opened first, and the man got out of the driver's seat.

When Shen Guining caught sight of that familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, she froze, her pupils dilated slightly, and her reaction was sluggish.

How could it be Qu Yanci?
Did she scratch Qu Yanci's car?
"Knock Knock-"

The car windows were banged.

Shen Guining suddenly snapped out of her daze and pressed the button to lower the car window.

"you……"

Before he could even speak, he asked in a businesslike tone, "Are you planning to settle this privately or officially?"

Shen Guining stared at him, speechless for a moment.

Their eyes met, and an indescribable emotion welled up in the air.

His tall figure lowered slightly.

Qu Yanci had one hand in his pocket and a lit cigarette butt between his fingers, his tone indifferent. "What, not going to take responsibility?"

Shen Guining knew it was entirely her fault, so she apologized first, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"...I didn't say I wouldn't take responsibility."

She opened the car door, got out, and checked.

Both cars had scratches, but fortunately neither was serious.

The Bentley's hood had some scratches on the paint, and her Mercedes' headlights were slightly dented.

Shen Guining felt bad for the car she had just bought ten days ago.

However, his Bentley was more innocent; it was bumped even though it was parked there without moving.

Why would he park his car here for no reason? Is he running errands nearby? But doesn't he have a driver? When did he start needing to drive himself?

Many questions swirled in her mind, but these were all Qu Yanci's private matters, and she had no right to inquire about them now.

"I'll pay for your car repairs."

Qu Yanci took a light puff of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and said in a low, slightly deep voice, "Miss Shen, do you think I'm short of your car repair fees?"

Shen Guining wanted to tell him to stop smoking, but she swallowed the words back down her throat.

He rarely smoked when we were together. Even if he did smoke one occasionally, he would immediately put it out as soon as she got close.

Composing herself, she asked, "So, Mr. Qu, what do you mean?"

Qu Yanci glanced at the damaged area. "Custom-made paint, it will take at least half a month to repair. How do you plan to compensate me for the inconvenience you've caused me for half a month?"

Shen Guining blurted out, "Don't you have other cars?"

He has more than a dozen cars in his garage, so how could it have caused him inconvenience for half a month?

He remained unfazed and said, "They've all been sent for maintenance."

"..."

Shen Guining didn't believe it at all, and after a moment of silence, she said, "You can take a taxi, it's very convenient."

Qu Yanci said calmly, "He has obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Shen Guining pursed her lips, remaining calm, "I'm talking about compensation. You're not short of money, so what exactly do you want?"

Putting everything else aside, this last sentence alone is definitely a classic example of a "bad girl's" quote.

Qu Yanci sneered lightly, "Miss Shen, you bumped into my car for no reason, and I don't see any sincerity in your apology."

Shen Guining immediately retorted, "Where did I lack sincerity?"

She apologized and offered solutions, but he wouldn't accept them. What could she do?
"It seems Miss Shen doesn't want to take responsibility." Qu Yanci looked down into her eyes. "After all, you've done the same thing before." Shen Guining believed her character was impeccable and didn't accept this accusation. "When have I ever..."

"Feelings." Qu Yanci interrupted bluntly, as if confirming her reputation as a scumbag woman.

Shen Guining was speechless for a moment, her long, curled eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly.

Indeed, she always felt guilty towards him emotionally.

I've said "I'm sorry" countless times, but it feels so inadequate.

The air was silent.

After a long silence, she broke it, "I'm sorry, please suggest a solution. I'll cooperate with whatever you can."

Qu Yanci flicked his cigarette ash. "Then I'll trouble Miss Shen to pick me up from the company at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow."

Shen Guining was taken aback. "Pick you up? Where to?"

He said, "The driver had something to do that day, so you can take me back to my apartment."

“…Okay.” Shen Guining agreed. “Can I leave now?”

Qu Yanci asked calmly, "Did I stop you?"

Shen Guining said no more, turned around and got into the car, driving out of the parking lot.

Beijing is such a big city, of all the cars to hit, it had to be Qu Yanci's Bentley.

Such a coincidence is unbelievable to outsiders.

She never intended to have any further contact with Qu Yanci during this trip back to China, but an accident happened, and she hitched a ride with his car, so she had to take responsibility.
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The next day, Shen Guining drove her car to the shop to have the headlights repaired.

Fortunately, the damage was minor and it was fully repaired.

The thought of having to go see Qu Yanci again tomorrow gave her a headache.

She didn't know how to get along with her exes.

The breakup was unpleasant, and now that they've met again, his words are barbed; how can they possibly coexist peacefully?

"You said you scratched your ex-boyfriend's car?" Zhu Sixuan exclaimed in surprise in the video.

"Hmm." Shen Guining lay on her side on the bed, her tone tinged with helplessness. "A cat suddenly jumped out and startled me. I lost control of the steering wheel."

"It's a blessing you weren't injured," Zhu Sixuan comforted her. "Try to think positively. It's better to hit Mr. Qu's car than someone else's. If you had encountered a difficult driver, they might have tried to extort a lot of money from you."

Shen Guining sighed, "It's not much better. His car needs to be repainted for half a month, and he wants me to pick him up from get off work tomorrow."

Zhu Sixuan couldn't help but laugh, "He did it on purpose, how could he possibly be short of a driver and assistant?"

Shen Guining pouted, "They're just deliberately messing with me."

Zhu Sixuan said meaningfully, "You two... still have feelings for each other."

Shen Guining denied it, saying, "No, he was very cold to me."

Qu Yanci probably hates her a lot.

Zhu Sixuan raised an eyebrow, "And what about him?"

Shen Guining hesitated for a moment, without giving a direct answer, "We've broken up, and now we're practically strangers."

He kept calling her "Miss Shen," just like when they weren't close before.

Zhu Sixuan understood, "Okay, I get it."

I clearly can't let go.

Her first breakup wasn't like this.

If she truly didn't care, she wouldn't have taken her ex-boyfriend's attitude to heart at all.

"What do you know?" Shen Guining asked.

Zhu Sixuan closed her eyes, stretched out her hand and pretended to tell fortunes, "I've calculated that you two are going to rekindle your old flame."

Shen Guining scratched at her phone case. "How could that be? There's absolutely no way we could be together."

Regardless of whether Qu Yanci had that idea or not, his family would not agree.