On the way home, inside the Bugatti, silence prevailed, like ashes after a fire.
Chi Zaozao knew for sure she was going to be reprimanded, so she presented herself before Ye Que, a look of resignation on her face, as if ready to be sliced and diced.
But to her surprise, throughout the whole ride home, he didn't utter a word, let alone scold her.
She was very puzzled, why wasn't this man playing by the rules?
Was he waiting to get home before he started lecturing her?
Suddenly, Chi Zaozao felt anxious, always feeling that death was inevitable; it might be better to just get it over with sooner rather than later.
So, unable to hold back, she stared at Ye Que, who was seriously driving, and called out crisply, "Husband…"
This was the second time she had called him that. Obviously, hearing this name made Ye Que frown and glance at Chi Zaozao.
"Who allowed you to call me that?"
He seemed very cold.
Chi Zaozao didn't take it to heart, tilting her head up, "I'll have to call you that sooner or later anyway, might as well start now to get used to it!"
"..."
The formidable Bugatti soared through the city's hustle and bustle, a pleasing sight to behold.
A gust of wind passing swiftly by every beautiful landscape, leaving it behind without a trace.
After Chi Zaozao spoke, the cabin lapsed back into silence.
A silence so oppressive, it made it hard to breathe.
Unable to stand it, Chi Zaozao spoke again, "Husband, you're not going to tell Daddy and Mummy about me drawing in class, are you?"
Ye Que's silence was her answer.
Chi Zaozao knew that this man was always sparing with his words, but she didn't expect him to be this miserly.
She was genuinely displeased, her eyes full of disdain, "I'm wondering how someone as bad at communicating as you managed to become the president? You didn't seize it by force, did you?"
"..."
"Brother Ye Que, have you suddenly become mute?"
"..."
"Ye Xiao'er, I can't be realizing just now that you've had autism from the start, can I?"
"..."
No matter what Chi Zaozao said, that man remained stoic, driving his car, his face dark, his aura cold.
But he just wouldn't engage with her!
Chi Zaozao felt like her life was a huge failure. She really liked this man, no doubt about it.
However, if she had to deal with a mute, she would be at a great loss, wouldn't she?
Yet, he wasn't mute; he simply didn't like talking to her.
Suddenly, Chi Zaozao's eyes lit up, fixating on the man who treasured every word, as she plotted something in her mind.
With her cleverness, she refused to believe that she couldn't get him to talk to her.
So, disregarding that he was driving, Chi Zaozao undid her seatbelt, got up, and lunged at him with all her might.
Truth be told, she wasn't this bold before, but in her desire for him to talk, she became recklessly brave.
As she lunged, losing her balance, her lips inadvertently landed squarely on the man's cold and majestic face.
Ye Que, who was driving, never expected her to pull a stunt like this. Caught off-guard, he slammed on the brakes hastily and quickly pulled Chi Zaozao away.
"Chi Zaozao, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Although it was a fierce scolding, Chi Zaozao turned a deaf ear and looked up at him with starry, bright eyes, as if pleasantly surprised.
"You finally talked to me?"
"..."
Heaven knows how much he wanted to throw this girl out of the car window.