Cloris, driving her newly purchased Aston Martin GE red sports car, was contemplating a stylish drift at the upcoming bend to cast off the tailgating car behind her. Suddenly, she noticed a figure in front, and in her panic, she slammed on the brakes. However, the car's speed was too great; despite her desperate efforts, the car continued to surge forward due to inertia.
The headlights illuminated the person's face –a handsome young man with slightly narrowed, upturned eyes and thin, tightly pursed lips. He was actually smiling at her – in that instant, the car passed through him.
Such a young life, silently extinguished beneath her wheels.
Cloris turned off the car and rushed out. Looking back, there was no body. Assuming it was caught under the chassis, she fought back her fear and crouched down to look it was empty. The wheels remained pristine, without a trace of blood.
This was truly bizarre. There was clearly someone there just a moment ago. I even saw his face, Bizarre? The thought sent shivers down Cloris's spine, as if a ghost were lurking beneath the car, ready to devour her. She scrambled back up in a panicked and ungainly manner.
Cloris got back into the car and was about to start the engine when she inadvertently glanced at the passenger seat. The young man she had just hit was sitting there, grinning mischievously at her, the same smile he had before the impact.
"Ghost!" Cloris screamed, flinging open the door to escape.
Ethan grabbed her arm, rolling his eyes and saying in a shaky voice, "You owe me my life."
"Let me go, let me go – I beg you, let me go – ah – help!" Cloris, normally fearless, cried out loudly.
She hadn't even fainted. This irritated Ethan.
He had no fondness for women like her. Just because she was rich, she could drive around recklessly in her sports car in the middle of the night and almost run him over.
Ethan's initial intention was to scare her unconscious, drive her car near her home, and dump her in some random corner. He hadn't expected her to be so resilient, still alive and kicking without fainting.
Just as Ethan was contemplating whether to knock her out, the woman took the initiative.
"Ah!" Ethan yelped in pain, grabbing her hair and pulling it back to detach her cherry-like lips from his arm. "Are you a dog?"
"You're not a ghost?" Cloris stared at Ethan with wide eyes.
"You're the ghost! Your whole family are ghosts!" Ethan retorted angrily.
Cloris didn't take offense, giggling, "Then how are you unharmed? I clearly saw the car go through where you were standing. – Are you a ghost?" As she spoke, she leaned towards the car door again, her hand already on the handle, ready to bolt if Ethan's answer wasn't satisfactory.
If Ethan were an ordinary person, he would be dead by now dismembered, mangled, separated from his loved ones, bidding farewell to this not-so-beautiful world. He had been walking absentmindedly in the middle of the road, and when he saw the sports car hurtling towards him, it was too late to dodge. He would have been hit head-on. So, in a flash of inspiration, Ethan also ran towards the oncoming car, leaping at the last moment and barely clearing the roof. While the woman was searching for the victim, he slipped in from the other side, entering through the unlocked passenger door.
Luckily, she had made the right choice. If she had intended to drive away relying on her family's wealth and influence, then either cover it up, find a scapegoat, or bribe the judge to get a reduced sentence by claiming she was drowsy or drunk –
In short, if she hadn't stopped within five hundred meters, she would be a corpse now. A beautiful corpse.
Not everyone was as bad as he imagined, Ethan sighed and said, "I saw the car coming, panicked, and fell. The ground was a bit slanted – I rolled to the side."
Ethan's explanation was full of holes, but the young woman actually believed it. Patting her ample chest, she said with lingering fear, "That's good. You scared me to death. I thought –"
"Alright, now we can discuss the compensation." Ethan interrupted.
"Compensation? What compensation?" Cloris asked, confused.
"You hit me. If I hadn't rolled away, I'd be a ghost under your car by now, separated from my beloved mother, dear wife, and lovely son – because of your momentary recklessness, a happy family would be torn apart. Don't you feel guilty? Some compensation is only fair, right?"
"But you're fine."
"I'm fine because I reacted quickly, but you did hit me."
"But why should I compensate you if you're okay?"
"Who says I'm okay? My spirit is traumatized. It will seriously affect my work. I might even get fired. My whole family depends on me. Now they'll have to live in a shack and eat scraps –and that's the best-case scenario. What if my son can't afford school, becomes mentally disturbed, can't find a job or a wife when he grows up, and I don't have grandchildren – you've ruined not only me but also my descendants. Pay up quickly." Ethan impatiently extended his hand.
Cloris stared at Ethan for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? You're ugly, and your laugh is even uglier."
"We know each other."
"Listen, don't try to use such a cliché excuse to get close to me just because I'm handsome. Pay up, and let's go our separate ways. Otherwise - hehe, you should know what I'm capable of." Ethan mimicked the evil grin of villains in movies. – Damn, why do villains in movies always grin like that? Don't they find it obscene?
"You really don't remember me?" Cloris moved closer.
Ethan scrutinized her carefully. He shook his head. "Alright, enough with the charm offensive. I'm not buying it. Hurry up, pay up."
"You still want me to pay? I'm your savior, you know." The young woman winked mischievously.
"Savior? I only have lovers, not saviors. Stop trying to climb the social ladder. Give me the money. I'm tired and want to go home to sleep."
Seeing that Ethan truly didn't recognize her, Cloris reminded him, "Last time on Violence Street – I helped you chase away those thugs – you even asked me for medical expenses, remember? I've always remembered how you reached out your hand for money. I'd never seen anyone like that – so when you made that gesture again just now, I immediately recognized you."
Cloris grinned triumphantly. It seemed her ever-changing style was quite successful.
"Big Sis?" Ethan's gaze shifted from her face to her chest. He exclaimed, slapping his thigh, "Wow, it really is you! I've always remembered those two little dots on your chest why are you wearing a bra today? You were going commando last time."