Chapter 2808 - 1981: No Room for Negotiation

Chapter 2808: Chapter 1981: No Room for Negotiation

Amido came over, radiating fury, and the first target she locked onto was the other party’s driver—after all, he was the most direct "perpetrator."

The driver who was driving for Fei’er saw this scene and instantly shrank his neck.

He of course knew how much the car in front was worth; without his own boss giving the word, even if you lent him ten guts he wouldn’t dare do this.

When the people from the car in front got out, just seeing how sharply dressed they were, the driver knew this wasn’t someone he could afford to mess with.

Looking more closely, this local driver suddenly panicked.

He knew Amido too—that was Geduo’ya’s famously iron‑fisted businesswoman. In private, people even called her the Beast Beauty...

Amido had just stepped up, hadn’t even opened her mouth yet, when the driver immediately ducked his head, stretched out one finger, using his own chest as cover, and jabbed hard toward the car behind him.

The meaning was: if you want to vent your anger, go look for the one in the back...

Amido had been brimming with rage, but seeing this she was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help glancing toward the rear car.

Then she came to her senses.

What does it look like, her going after a hired hand and yelling her head off? That would be beneath her status; if she was going to get angry, she naturally had to find the actual person in charge in the car!

Amido let the driver off at once and strode toward the back.

The driver lifted his eyes and saw that she’d finally left, then patted his own chest, trying to calm his little heart that had just been scared half to death.

But then he still couldn’t help glancing backward, wanting to watch the show.

Amido had just walked over when the rear car’s door opened and Bai Xiaosheng stepped out.

Fei’er had already laid the "opportunity" out, so of course he had to meet this Miss Amido.

Fei’er, on the other hand, was determined not to get out.

Amido’s anger, after being "passed along" by that driver just now, was already not so intense.

Seeing a young man get out of the car, decent‑looking and with a cultured, gentle air, two degrees of her anger dissipated again.

Ultimately this was just a minor fender‑bender; it wasn’t worth losing her composure in front of a man. That was Amido’s subconscious calculation.

At the end of the day, this world really does judge by appearance. If the one getting out had been a greasy middle‑aged man, or some crusty old geezer, Amido’s temper probably wouldn’t have cooled this fast...

Still, even so, she lifted her chin and said angrily, "Sir, what is wrong with your driver, why did he deliberately ram my car!"

If someone’s at fault, you still have to hold them accountable.

"Ah, I’m really sorry, he must have been spacing out. I’ll apologize to you on his behalf. We’ll assume full responsibility for the accident." Bai Xiaosheng said with a sincerely contrite look.

If you’re in the wrong, you admit it—and your attitude has to be good.

Amido immediately felt that this cultured young man was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Your car is really beautiful, it’s a factory custom model, right? Well, it figures—only a great car can match a lady as beautiful as you. A fine car should be paired with a beauty." Bai Xiaosheng flattered her again.

Women are all vulnerable to praise; this kind of sugar‑coated shell is tacky, but it works, almost never misses.

Of course, the premise is that your looks don’t put her off.

Amido felt a lot more comfortable inside, and Bai Xiaosheng looked more and more pleasing to her; she even showed a smile. "You look very young, but you sure know how to talk."

Inside the car, Lin Weiwei and Fei’er were plastered to the window watching everything, even lowering the window a crack to make it easier to eavesdrop.

The two women naturally heard what Bai Xiaosheng said.

"So cheesy!"

"So fake!"

The two spoke in unison, then glanced at each other, each feeling the other’s comment was very on point; they both thought his words were a little cloyingly sweet.

Of course, if those same lines had been said to them, they’d definitely feel that Bai Xiaosheng was speaking from the bottom of his heart, sincere and delightful to hear.

"Didn’t expect this—your Mr. Bai actually knows women pretty well, he’s good at buttering them up." Fei’er muttered.

Lin Weiwei immediately got annoyed. "And who was it that pushed him out there? If you’ve got the guts, you should’ve gone down yourself just now."

Hearing that, Fei’er’s fragrant shoulders gave a little twitch, and she said nothing more.

Lin Weiwei continued watching the scene outside.

Throughout, Lei Ying didn’t say a word, so he wouldn’t end up becoming the target of their complaints, hated from both sides.

This big guy had rarely dealt with women before, yet he instinctively "understood" women’s minds very well.

Outside the car, Bai Xiaosheng smiled at Amido and said, "How about this—let’s set up a time to sit down for a drink and talk over the compensation issue while we’re at it."

Amido sized Bai Xiaosheng up and smiled.

"Seeing you being so sincere, I almost feel like not taking any compensation at all. It’s not like I care about that little money. But a drink—that we can do."

In the dossier, Amido was a woman nearing forty, but she’d taken such good care of herself: her figure was graceful without the slightest trace of excess flesh, her skin was smooth and delicate, even better than a twenty‑year‑old girl’s, and she carried a sultry charm that young women simply couldn’t compare with.

She turned her eyes, looking at Bai Xiaosheng with a gaze that was half smile, half pout, half tease, half scold, and said provocatively, "Could it be that you had my car rammed on purpose just so you could ask me out for a drink? You look every inch the gentleman, but maybe... you’ve got quite a wicked heart."

Bai Xiaosheng kept his smile in place.

This "big sis" really exuded allure from the bones out—pure seduction.

At her age, every frown and smile still stirred the heart, and with a voice that soft and tingly, younger men would probably be unable to hold themselves together.

But regardless, he’d managed to secure a chance to sit down and talk.

Bai Xiaosheng took out his phone and said, "Then let’s exchange contact details."

Seeing this, Amido also dug out her phone from her handbag.

Just as everything was about to fall neatly into place, Amido’s assistant hurried over from behind; when he passed the front of Fei’er’s car, he even took a careful look at the license plate.