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For safety reasons, Jiang Momo immediately suggested getting off the bus.

"Oh dear, miss, don't be afraid. The last customer I picked up was a drunkard, and the smell of alcohol still lingers."

"I'm going home after this fare. My wife and kids are waiting for me. Miss, please don't cancel the order. Besides, look how congested the road is. If you cancel, how long will we have to wait?"

Jiang Momo looked around and realized it was indeed rush hour for taxis. In the end, she gritted her teeth and chose this car.

However, less than ten minutes after driving off, the driver failed to notice a traffic light and ran it.

A motorcycle coming from the intersection collided with this vehicle.

Fortunately, the impact wasn't too severe. The motorcyclist braked suddenly, but the rider still rolled over on the ground.

The person riding the motorcycle looked like a young man; he was wearing a red and black leather jacket, and the top zipper was undone.

He got up from the ground and took off his helmet. Even through the car window, Jiang Momo could feel how deadly handsome that face was.

He had broken eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and eyebrow piercings.

Her hair was dyed yellow with silver highlights, making her look like someone not to be trifled with.

The young man knocked on the driver's window, startling the driver, who had already been drinking.

They thought the distance to take Jiang Momo back wasn't far, and that as long as they were careful, the traffic police wouldn't be too strict about drunk driving during rush hour.

Who knew I would make such a basic mistake as running a red light and even hit someone?

The young man seemed to be fine.

But whenever there's a traffic accident, the traffic police will come to handle it, and he was already sweating profusely, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Momo called him twice before he finally reacted and rolled down the car window.

"Hey, sir, what's going on? It's a red light, can't you see? My bike's crashed, tell me how much you want in compensation."

The young man's voice was deep and magnetic, with a slight upward curve at the end, which sounded quite alluring, like the type that college girls love.

The driver didn't know what to do either, so he could only get out of the car and check on the young man's motorcycle.

He had no idea how much compensation he would have to pay for such a motorcycle.

Because, according to his knowledge, there are cheap motorcycles and expensive ones.

The phone in this young man's hand is the latest model of the season.

The motorcycle outfit was made of high-quality materials, and his face was so refined that he looked like someone from a wealthy family.

"How can this be my fault? Driving a motorcycle at such a high speed on this highway is inherently dangerous."

The driver said somewhat timidly that he really didn't want to pay such a large sum of money.

Not to mention that he's a Didi driver, this time he was caught driving under the influence by the police and lost his job. If he has to pay the other party a large sum of money, how will his family survive?

He has elderly parents to care for and young children to raise; he is now filled with deep regret.

Thinking of this, he suddenly started slapping himself.

He kept apologizing to the young man, saying how difficult his life was at home, that he had no money, but he would give the young man his life if he wanted.

The young man felt truly undeserving of this misfortune; he was simply riding his motorcycle normally on the road when he was hit.

My car was scratched, but I didn't get a single penny in compensation.

He was so angry he almost laughed.

"Stop talking to me like that, go find insurance first."

The traffic police arrived shortly afterward, and the process of collecting evidence and determining liability was very complete.

Jiang Momo figured they wouldn't be able to finish dealing with it in a short time, and there was no point in her staying, so she opened the car door and prepared to leave.

However, she was stopped by the police as soon as she got out of the car.

"Miss, what is your relationship with the car owner? Why were you in the car? What were you doing when the accident happened? Were you injured?"

Jiang Momo didn't know if she needed to ask questions in every situation, but she still cooperated with the police.

He claimed he was just a passenger and didn't know the other person was driving under the influence.

There appears to be no injury.

The young man checked his motorcycle and thankfully it wasn't too badly damaged; only the handlebars were slightly bent.

It doesn't affect normal driving, but some paint has been scratched off, so it needs to be repaired.

He was annoyed by the thought and couldn't help but kick the driver's taxi when the traffic police weren't looking.

What bad luck!

Thinking that the other party wouldn't compensate him much, he kicked him again.

"If you keep kicking, that driver will make you pay for it again."

As Jiang Momo passed by, she couldn't help but speak softly.

She could tell that the young man was quite young.

Of course, it was a bit strange for Jiang Momo to say this, because Jiang Momo herself was not very old.

The young man glanced at Jiang Momo. He had heard Jiang Momo talking to the police, but he hadn't paid much attention to the other man.

And that one glance was exactly what novels describe as a glance that lasts a lifetime.

Jiang Momo's voice sounded light and clear, yet it also carried a hint of energy, along with the fatigue of a long day at work—a contradiction that was hard to describe.

Anyway, it makes people's hearts itch with excitement.

Jiang Momo's face was even more stunning, with delicate features, well-groomed hair, and a professional outfit.

While her youthful innocence hadn't faded, she also possessed the elegance of a mature woman.

He enjoys watching Japanese movies in his spare time.

For some reason, seeing Jiang Momo like this reminded him of those beautiful women in Japanese movies, carrying cigarettes and walking to and from get off work on long streets.

Are you going home? I'll take you.

The young man didn't know what to say, and after stammering for a while, he finally spoke to Jiang Momo.

"Are you taking a motorcycle home?" Jiang Momo couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

She had never had such a novel experience before, and besides, she wasn't familiar with this young man, so she waved her hand and declined.

If Li Jiuyuan saw this, who knows what he would think.

But the young man persisted, and he even handed the other person his business card.

To Jiang Momo's surprise, the business card didn't have any particularly arrogant introduction; it was just a black, square card.

Pei Si.

Department Manager of the Finance Department of Pei's Group Headquarters.

Given Pei Si's surname, Jiang Momo strongly suspected that the reason Pei Si was able to get into this company was more likely because the company belonged to his family.

Pei Si scratched his hair somewhat embarrassedly, noticing Jiang Momo staring at his business card.

Afraid of being rejected at any moment, they quickly started to promote themselves.

"I drive this motorcycle very steadily, don't worry, there won't be any problems, I even have a helmet."