Wan Yuan'an froze for a moment before suddenly realizing what had happened. How bold of her to use Fu Yancheng's name and claim to be his wife!
She was really audacious.
Since the real person had already denied it, Wan Yuan'an made a mental note that next time he encountered her, he wouldn't go easy on her.
After leaving the golf course, Sheng Mian got into her car. The thought of Wan Yuan'an's intentions made her feel disgusted. For now, she would just head back and figure out another plan.
Surrounded by luxury cars, her own vehicle felt out of place. She stepped on the gas, carefully reversing to exit the parking lot.
But a car came speeding behind her and slammed into her rear bumper.
The impact jerked her car forward, and her head nearly hit the windshield. The force made her car move an additional three meters, crashing into a well-parked Bentley in front of her.
Sheng Mian stepped out of the car and saw that the driver of the car that hit hers was a middle-aged woman, dressed in meticulously applied makeup. Upon seeing that she had only crashed into an ordinary car worth around a hundred thousand, the woman looked at her with a hint of disdain.
When her eyes fell on Sheng Mian's face, she seemed to conclude that the woman was just another pretty, money-seeking social media influencer trying to latch onto wealthy men.
Sheng Mian noticed the woman's judgmental glance, then looked at the Bentley in front of her. The license plate had a sequence of the same numbers. She wondered if the woman had noticed that.
"Alright, alright, my insurance will call you and handle the repair. Don't waste my time here," the woman waved her hand impatiently, not even bothering to look at Sheng Mian's expression.
Sheng Mian frowned but tried to keep her tone calm, "Ma'am, the car in front..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted. "I've already told you I have something important to do! Do you know where we are? I don't have time to waste with you. I'll pay for the damage to the front as well. Now, hurry up and move your car so I can park!"
The damage to the Bentley's tail lights seemed severe, probably costing tens of thousands. Since the woman was willing to take full responsibility, Sheng Mian didn't feel the need to insist any further.
Once Sheng Mian drove off, the woman took a closer look at the car she had hit, only to realize it was a luxury Bentley worth much more than she had anticipated. Her face stiffened, and she quickly looked around, parking her car in the spot that Sheng Mian vacated before heading into the golf course. She didn't intend to engage with the Bentley's owner.
Fu Yancheng came out with Wan Wenhe and his son, Wan Yuan'an.
Qi Shen, walking a few steps ahead, intended to bring the car around, but when he saw the shattered tail light, he realized the extent of the damage. The license plate had even bent inward.
Wan Wenhe's face darkened immediately. He called over a nearby security guard. "Who did this? Get the surveillance footage!"
The security guard jumped in surprise. With such an incident happening, it was unthinkable to offend any of the distinguished guests. He hurried off to retrieve the footage.
After speaking, Wan Wenhe quickly turned to Fu Yancheng. "Mr. Fu, would you like me to arrange a car to take you back?"
"Give the footage to the police," Fu Yancheng's tone was calm, but the subtle pressure in his voice made the security guard even more nervous. It was clear that Fu Yancheng intended to pursue this matter.
Wan Wenhe nodded. "Rest assured, Mr. Fu. We will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
Fu Yancheng didn't respond. He got into the damaged car, knowing that he didn't like riding in anyone else's car. Qi Shen, understanding his preference, took the wheel and drove them off. "We're not far from the hotel. I'll take you there first, and the insurance company will handle it afterward."
"Mm."
Having been abroad for three years, Fu Yancheng owned multiple properties, but to him, they were no different from hotels. The Yujingyuan property had not been renovated yet, so for now, he stayed at the InterContinental Hotel, which was under the Fu Group's management.
As they drove out of the golf course and waited at a traffic light, Qi Shen glanced back at Fu Yancheng, suddenly remembering what Lin Jing had asked him to do.
"Young Master Lin gave me some design drawings and a contact number this afternoon. He recommended an interior designer to you. Do you want to take a look?"
Since Fu Yancheng had returned to the country, he had been inundated with recommendations from various design firms, none of which had caught his attention. What kind of style could Lin Jing possibly recommend?
Fu Yancheng's expression turned slightly disdainful as he rubbed his forehead. "Where are the drawings?"
"They're in the folder on your left-hand side," Qi Shen replied.
Fu Yancheng nodded but didn't open the folder immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes for a brief rest.
Back at her apartment, Sheng Mian had just finished her shower and was applying medication to her knee when the doorbell rang. It was already eight in the evening—who could be visiting her?
She wrapped herself in a robe and opened the door, only to find two police officers showing their badges.
"Miss Sheng, hello. You are involved in a hit-and-run incident. Please come with us."