Chapter 1715: Living a Wasted Life

Hearing Zhao Desan's concerns, the beauty smiled, revealing a row of neat, white teeth, and said, "I've already booked the meal. Besides, this is our first time eating together, and I'm treating you. You are my savior, so this meal must be formal; otherwise, it would show a lack of sincerity. Also, consider it an apology for the misunderstanding this afternoon."

"It was just a misunderstanding, let it pass. Why keep it on your mind?" Under the beauty's warm invitation, Zhao Desan appeared quite magnanimous. He smiled honestly, fully displaying the broad-mindedness and shy nature of a Northwest man.

Although his reaction seemed a bit rustic in the capital, Beijing, the beauty felt that such a person was actually quite genuine. At the very least, the fact that he could risk his own safety to save her in such a dangerous moment showed that this tall, handsome young man had a heroic spirit deep down and was a real man. Looking at Zhao Desan's honest and embarrassed expression, the beauty also smiled gently and said, "Let's go then. No more talk, we can chat slowly once we get there." Saying this, she opened the car door and slipped into the driver's seat.

Zhao Desan paused for a moment, then quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in. As soon as he sat down, Zhao Desan smelled a natural, charming fragrance in the car, like the faint scent of a woman's body. It was truly refreshing and made him involuntarily relax his entire body.

In the car, because the beauty was focused on driving, there wasn't much conversation between them. Zhao Desan occasionally stole glances at the beauty from the corner of his eye. Her profile was perfect: a high nose bridge, pouting lips, and smooth, fair skin. Her straight posture made her chest appear even more prominent and full. Looking at her attire and the gentle elegance radiating from her speech and behavior, Zhao Desan felt she probably didn't belong to the "mistress" category. But she looked at most thirty years old. A young and beautiful woman like this could afford a BMW worth over a million; if she wasn't a mistress, she must be a rich man's daughter, right? Zhao Desan wanted to ask about her identity several times in the car, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Moreover, he suddenly remembered that they didn't even know each other's names.

So, Zhao Desan turned his head, opened his mouth with a smile, and had just said, "Your name is..." when a powerful force pushed him back into his seat, giving him a momentary feeling of weightlessness. Stimulated by this sudden sensation, Zhao Desan let out an "Ah!" in fright and forgot to ask her name. After a few seconds, when he came to his senses, he realized the beauty had driven straight through a red light.

"You... you ran a red light?" Zhao Desan stared at her with wide eyes, looking extremely shocked. He simply couldn't believe that such a beautiful, elegant, and noble woman would dare to run a red light on Chang'an Avenue. *Is her brain fried? Is she tired of living? *

"Waiting for the red light is too troublesome!" The beauty turned her head and smiled at him, looking completely indifferent.

*Holy crap! This is Chang'an Avenue! Running a red light here? Is she... is her brain really fried? * Zhao Desan suddenly felt that this beauty was a dangerous person. Sitting in her car gave him a particularly uneasy feeling; he might be chased by traffic police at any moment. Zhao Desan's mind raced, and looking at the beauty's calm expression, he sincerely admired her courage. He tentatively asked, "This is Chang'an Avenue, you... aren't you afraid... afraid of being punished?"

"It's fine," the beauty turned her head and smiled at him again, still looking indifferent and not worried at all.

*Is your dad Li Gang? * Zhao Desan muttered to himself, smiled awkwardly, and said nothing more. He had already been frightened by her reckless and ignorant behavior of running a red light on Chang'an Avenue, but he didn't expect her to run two more red lights in a row. This truly shocked Zhao Desan, and he didn't know what to say. Sitting in the car felt like sitting on pins and needles. He was extremely uneasy; he didn't want to leave any disciplinary record in Beijing's traffic police system just for a big meal at the Beijing Hotel. For someone working in a government agency with high ambitions, this would extremely affect his career path.

The originally long road, under the beauty's heroic driving of running red lights, took less than half an hour to reach the destination: the Beijing Hotel. ===== CHAPTER 1716 =====