Chapter 1713: A Bit Hard to Believe

The beauty smiled with a hint of apology and said, "Alright then, I'll be going first. Let's meet again if there's a chance." After saying this, she turned around and nimbly slipped back into her car. This time, Zhao Desan stepped aside and watched as she drove her BMW, which bore a very special license plate, out of the parking lot. She waved at him with a smile before steering the car onto Chang'an Avenue, heading in the direction of Xinhua Gate.

A young girl driving a BMW worth over a million—if she wasn't a mistress, she had to be a second-generation rich kid. This was the first reaction any person with normal thinking would have regarding this beauty's true identity. Zhao Desan was no different. He watched the BMW gradually disappear into the flow of traffic along Chang'an Avenue before he sighed, turned around with a touch of regret, and walked toward the Great Hall of the People, intending to take some photos there.

After the beauty left, Zhao Desan was left alone, wandering aimlessly around the vast Tiananmen Square. He took some photos, but since he had no company, he felt it was rather dull. Before the sun set, he took a taxi back to his hotel. He ate a bowl of the signature Zha Jiang noodles at a famous noodle shop downstairs. Once full and satisfied, he returned to his hotel room and lay down to rest for a while. Suddenly, he remembered that Jia Wanli had asked him to help prepare something and send it to her. He got up, took the USB drive out of his leather bag, walked over to the computer, lit a cigarette, plugged in the drive, opened his browser, logged into his email, and sent the document that Jia Wanli—who was temporarily covering his planning work for the Chanba Development Zone—needed. He then sent her a text message to notify her. After finishing this task, when he tried to safely eject the USB drive, he was prompted that the program could not be exited normally. Perhaps it was because he had been wandering alone all afternoon and felt frustrated, but a surge of inexplicable anger flared up. In a fit of temper, he yanked the USB drive out while cursing under his breath: "Go fuck yourself!! I was giving you face by following the procedure! Don't you dare be ungrateful and fail to appreciate kindness!"

Zhao Desan walked to the bed in a huff and lay down heavily, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while. Inexplicably, the graceful figure of the beauty he had saved that afternoon appeared in his mind. He thought to himself, why are people these days so ungrateful? It wouldn't have mattered if she pretended not to recognize her savior, but after admitting it, she still acted like she was in a rush and dashed off! As he thought this, he took the piece of paper with the beauty's phone number out of his pocket. He didn't know until he looked, but once he did, his eyes widened, because he saw a very impressive mobile number—the last several digits were all zeros.

Zhao Desan happened to be full and satisfied, feeling bored and having nothing better to do. He turned on his side, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, dialed the number on the slip of paper, and held it to his ear, waiting quietly for the other party to answer.

After waiting for nearly half a minute, the call finally connected, and a gentle voice came through: "

Hello, how are you?"

Zhao Desan also replied with a "Hello."

"May I ask who this is?" the other party asked in a gentle tone.

"I'm your savior," Zhao Desan said, unable to find any other words to describe himself at that moment.

Unexpectedly, this playful remark not only failed to cause the beauty any resentment, but instead made her burst into a series of silver-bell-like giggles.

Hearing her laugh so happily, Zhao Desan began to laugh as well, and the distance between them quickly closed. ===== CHAPTER 1714 =====