Late at night.
The rain curtain, dark clouds, and darkness shrouded the entire Imperial City, even the air carried a bone-chilling cold and dampness.
On the road, a deep black, supremely luxurious extended Rolls-Royce slowly cruised by.
Inside the car, most of the rain sounds were isolated.
Quiet and comfortable, as if in another world.
"Boss, Mr. Smith wants to talk to you about the project in Manhattan. What do you think?" Secretary Qin respectfully looked at the distinguished man in front of him.
The man, dressed in a valuable white shirt, leaned against the back of the chair, with the top four buttons undone, wickedly exposing an alluring pale chest.
His posture was like a lazy leopard, elegant and noble, yet exuding a wild temptation.
His long legs crossed, the perfect jade-like fingertips were leisurely flipping through the documents in his hand.
Casually and arrogantly.
The atmosphere in the car was oppressive due to the man's silence.
"Time." His seductive thin lips grudgingly spat out two words, lazily as if bestowed by a king from on high.
Secretary Qin responded promptly: "He said he'll be in Imperial City all week, and can meet anytime at your convenience, Boss."
"..."
The man's thin lips slightly moved, just about to speak.
The previously smoothly moving car suddenly emitted a loud muffled sound.
"Bang——"
"Screech——"
The driver rapidly turned the steering wheel.
A sudden brake forced the Rolls-Royce to halt in the middle of the road.
Inside the car, the documents in the man's hand, due to the incident, scattered messily over the seats, papers fluttering.
The hawkish eyes, shadowed by tousled hair, were grim and unreadable.
Secretary Qin instinctively shuddered, immediately shouting towards the driver: "Xiao Wei, why the sudden brake?"
"Boss, Secretary Qin, someone jumped off the overpass..."
"What does it matter to us if someone wants to die!" Secretary Qin looked at the driver displeased, then when his gaze caught the scene unfolding before the windshield, he was utterly dumbfounded.
At the same time, Xiao Wei pointed at a bloody figure separated by just a pane of transparent glass, ready to burst into tears: "The problem is… they just happened to fall on our car!"
The figure smashed against their windshield, with blood splattering, mixing with the rain.
In an instant, it slid down the glass, leaving a shocking bloodstain, akin to a cluster of flamboyant flowers blooming.
Having seen dead people, but never in such a horrifying manner.
Moreover, today happened to be July 14th...
Ghost Festival!
Secretary Qin immediately was unsettled: "Boss..."
"Go down and take a look."
The man glanced indifferently at the "dead body," turning his gaze to the blood on the glass, a faint wrinkle formed on his brow.
It seemed to him, the focus was not the person who fell, but the dirtied car.
"Yes!"
Secretary Qin trembled, yet braced himself to push open the car door.
The rain mist scattered, the deep night street, the chilling dampness rushed to meet him.
Eerie, inexplicably eerie.
Secretary Qin stared at the body in front of the windshield, a sense of caution rising within him as he cautiously approached, gently covering the woman's shoulder, intending to turn her over.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched her, the woman moved: "Ugh..."
Secretary Qin immediately shivered.
The woman...
No, to be precise, the girl, lifted her wet head, staring at him blankly: "Who are you?"
Secretary Qin was immediately stunned.
Isn't that supposed to be my line?
In the middle of the night, falling off a bridge onto his Boss's car, and she's asking who he is?
However, since she could speak, she probably wasn't anything unclean…
Instinctively he scrutinized her, and for a moment was amazed.
The girl looked very young, like a minor, with skin as white as snow, exquisite features, resembling a doll placed in a precious medieval European display case, stepping out from a fairy tale.
The most stunning were her eyes, unforgettable at first glance.
If eyes are the windows to the soul.
Then she must be a pure and clean person.
Secretary Qin instinctively believed that such a girl couldn't be approaching them with some ulterior motive.
She was… like an untainted angel.
But why would she lose hope and attempt suicide?
Secretary Qin was puzzled.
The girl suddenly furrowed her delicate eyebrows: "It hurts!"
If she feared pain, why dare jump from such a height…
Secretary Qin privately scolded, glancing at her bloodied white dress, it seemed she had injured her leg, and hurriedly said: "You… you don't move for now."
Under the rain curtain, her flickering eyes, like stars, looked at him as if asking him for help.
"..." Secretary Qin suddenly felt guilty.
He wanted to save her.
But he dared not make decisions rashly.
"Wait here for me."
Leaving her with those words, he quickly jogged to the car window.
The window slowly rolled down, revealing the man's stunningly handsome face, his long eyes emitting a color colder than the rainy night outside.
"Boss..." Secretary Qin, under his gaze, was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Secretary Qin, you have followed me for many years."
As expected of Yan Yan, with just a look, he saw through his thoughts.
Secretary Qin lowered his head, knowing, there would be no useless people around him, and rescuing someone unknown would not be permissible.
"Dispose of it." The man's voice was gentle, yet the words were utterly ruthless.
With a raise of his hand, intending to roll up the window.
"But… Boss, just this once, could it be an exception?" Secretary Qin braced himself, "I think it's quite pitiful, just a girl."
If left on the roadside, she might just become a corpse by the next day.
The rain curtain seeped with chilliness.
The air was cold enough to congeal the blood.
The slowly rising window brought forth the man's lazy yet icy voice: "There won't be a next time."