Chapter 317: Lording Over Him

If Chu Yao hadn’t had that accident, she might have been able to stay with Nan Jiaojiao a bit longer and helped her move on faster.

But there were no ifs.

She voluntarily went to prison.

She burned her own bridges.

And she severed Nan Jiaojiao’s dependency on her.

It couldn’t be said that she hated her, nor could she bring herself to forgive her, but tonight at Shengyue Mansion, the dishes had all gone cold, and Nan Jiaojiao had not shown up.

“Let’s go.

I’ve got an apartment sitting empty.

You can stay there for now,” Lu Zhenzhen held the steering wheel, her face as calm as ever.

Chu Yao had many properties to her name, but she didn’t mention any of them, obviously trying to avoid someone.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay there anymore.”

Chu Yao rested her elbow on the window sill, her face cradled in her hand, her gaze returning from the rearview mirror, the smile in her eyes somewhat faded.

Lu Zhenzhen also looked back and, without counting, guessed there were about five or six cars keeping a not-so-close but not too distant tail on them.

Chu Yao scoffed, “Following us all the way from prison, they sure are persistent.”

“They dare to chase my car?

They must have the guts of a leopard!”

Lu Zhenzhen floored the accelerator and the cars behind them panicked, scrambling to keep up the pace.

However, the road they took grew increasingly remote, the car driving onto a desolate area in the suburbs before suddenly swinging sideways, now facing the cars behind.

Several beams of light shone through, casting on the car windows and turning the faces of the two women into porcelain-white and haughty silhouettes.

Chu Yao maintained her half-sideways pose, the corner of her mouth slightly upturned, when suddenly her gaze paused.

Mo Tingshen stepped out of a car, his knuckles defined as he unfastened two buttons on his suit jacket.

The dim blue flame of his lighter flickered in his eyes as he lit a cigarette before disappearing into the corners of his eyes and brows.

He put the lighter into his trouser pocket, and that hand did not emerge again.

The unfastened cufflinks revealed his restlessness beneath his suppressed emotions.

Lights from all directions shone on him.

When he looked up, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Chu Yao.

She curved her lips into a smile, licked them, and said, “Zhenzhen, if we hit him, how many years would that get us?”

Lu Zhenzhen’s mouth twitched, “Why don’t you take the wheel, then?”

“Tch.”

Chu Yao slightly turned her head, her face nuzzling into her palm as loose strands of hair fell behind her ear, covering half of her face.

Her smile slowly, very slowly, sank down.

Her voice, carrying a broken laughter, echoed softly, “I, for one, hate him to death.”

Lu Zhenzhen spread her hands, “No choice.

Can’t spirit you away.

I dare to mess with Mo Tingshen, but he’s too fixated on chasing you.

No matter where I hide you, he’ll find you.”

“So, you know,” Chu Yao chuckled softly, “why hate him?

I’d rather keep stepping on his head and revel in it.”

Lu Zhenzhen’s brows twitched, a cold breeze suddenly hitting her, and like awakening from a dream, she quickly grabbed Chu Yao’s hand.

Catching a glimpse of Chu Yao’s foot already stepping out of the car, something rolled in her throat as she spoke, “Hold on.”

“I know.”

Chu Yao closed the car door and walked towards Mo Tingshen, stopping about a meter away.

The man glanced at her, reached back, and took a box from his assistant before squatting down in front of Chu Yao.

Inside was a pair of flat shoes.

He lifted one of Chu Yao’s feet, removed the strappy high heel, and rubbed her slightly swollen ankle with his fingertips before slipping on the new shoes for her.

The man looked up, still half-squatting in front of her, his hand, which had been under her foot, now rested on his knee.

His lips pursed around a cigarette, and as he spoke, a thin stream of smoke spilled out.

“Try them on, do they fit?”

Chu Yao pointed her toes, alluding, “Whether the shoes fit or not, you have to wear them to know.

If they’re comfortable when I step down, then they fit.”

With that, she walked towards Mo Tingshen’s car.

The assistant respectfully opened the rear car door, “Second Miss, please.”