PDLP Chapter 256 I'll drive, you can take a break.
Chapter 256 I'll drive, you can take a break.
"Hey! Old Ye's right!"
Qin Kun slapped his thigh hard, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the several beasts in the parking lot: "Since we're already here, we might as well step on the gas and waste the money! But..."
He changed the subject, looking at Ye Fan: "It's not good to keep you waiting. Look, Lao Ye, which one do you like? Here are the keys, you can drive it away first! Saves your secretary the trouble of making a trip! Just have Yuejia drive it back later, we know each other well!"
Ye Fan looked at the five cars they had brought. Goodness, apart from the Panamera, the rest were all sports cars. He shook his head and said, "Then drive the Panamera. You can take the rest of the sports cars for a few laps."
"Great! Old Ye really understands us!" Qin Kun grinned.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhui, who had been standing a little behind, immediately jogged forward, a smile almost fawning on his face, and respectfully handed the Panamera keys to Ye Fan with both hands: "Brother Fan! Please! The car is full of gas, drive it as you like!"
His attitude was completely different from his arrogance when they first met on the yacht. It was clear that Ye Fan's "achievements" today and Fang Yu and Qin Kun's attitudes afterward had completely reshaped his position in Wang Zhui's heart.
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow in surprise, then calmly took the keys and gave Wang Zhui a peaceful smile: "Okay, thanks."
He neither deliberately distanced himself nor was overly enthusiastic; he struck the perfect balance.
"Oh, Brother Fan, you're too kind! It's nothing, it's nothing!" Wang Zhui waved his hands repeatedly, flattered. "We're all brothers!"
Ye Fan nodded, said no more, and turned to Fang Yu and Qin Kun: "Old Qin, Old Fang, Yuejia and I will head out first. You guys have fun."
Fang Yu smiled and gave an "OK" sign: "Drive carefully."
Qin Kun waved back, "See you later, Lao Ye! Let's meet for drinks another day!"
Ye Fan turned to Gu Yuejia, who had been standing quietly to the side, and said, "Let's go!"
"Okay." Gu Yuejia responded, subconsciously reaching out to take the keys from Ye Fan's hand. "Boss, shall I open it?"
"No!" Ye Fan spoke almost simultaneously, his voice not loud, but his refusal was exceptionally quick and decisive, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.
Realizing she had overreacted, she immediately relaxed and added as naturally as possible, "Uh...it's okay, I'll drive. You take a break."
Gu Yuejia keenly noticed Ye Fan's unusual behavior and attempt to conceal it for a moment, and a hint of doubt flashed in her clear eyes: Is the boss... afraid that I'll drive fast? Or does he have other concerns?
She suppressed her doubts and nodded obediently without saying anything more: "Okay."
Gu Yuejia walked up to the Panamera, quietly opened the passenger door, and got in.
Ye Fan sat in the driver's seat of the Panamera. The enveloping feeling of the leather seats and the faint leather and fragrance in the car were completely different from the cockpit of the McLaren he had just been in, which was full of fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath and smoothly started the engine.
The Panamera smoothly drove out of the Wanchi Circuit gates and merged into the road leading to the city.
Ye Fan kept the car speed steadily at around 60 km/h, a stark contrast to his previous frenzied driving style on the track.
The carriage was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the air conditioning vents and the low hum of the engine.
Gu Yuejia turned her head to look at Ye Fan's profile as he focused on driving. His jawline was slightly tense, as if he was still thinking about something.
Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, her lips pursed repeatedly, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
Guilt gripped her heart like vines.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she took a deep breath, lowered her head, and broke the silence with a hint of barely perceptible guilt in her voice: "Boss, I'm sorry."
"Hmm?" Ye Fan glanced at her with some surprise, then looked ahead again, wondering why she suddenly apologized to him.
"This whole mess is because of me," Gu Yuejia said, biting her lip. She had none of her usual mature, sophisticated air; she looked like a little girl who'd done something wrong. "If I hadn't insisted on dragging you to the racetrack, you wouldn't have run into that bastard Yan Jun, and none of this would have happened. And you even lost a McLaren P1 because of it!"
She paused, then, thinking of the McLaren P1 reduced to scrap metal, her heartache and guilt intensified: "I'm truly, truly sorry, boss!"
She spoke her last few words with unusual solemnity, leaning slightly forward to express her sincerest apology.
"It's not that serious," Ye Fan's voice was calm, carrying a reassuring quality. "This matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end. Some things are bound to happen sooner or later, it's just that they've happened earlier than expected, don't worry about it!"
His gaze remained fixed on the road stretching ahead, his tone indifferent: "If Yan Jun wants to cause trouble, there's no escaping it. A car is just an external possession."
After saying this, Ye Fan stopped talking and focused on driving.
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The Panamera smoothly glided into the underground parking garage of Jiangwan City.
The car came to a stop in Ye Fan's private parking space, the engine was turned off, and only the empty echoes unique to underground parking lots remained around.
"Boss, I'll head back now." Gu Yuejia unbuckled her seatbelt, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of fatigue and lingering apology.
She pushed open the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, waved to Ye Fan, and nimbly got in.
The Panamera restarted and quickly disappeared at the end of the ramp.
Ye Fan looked at the underground parking garage, where several spacious parking spaces were now empty.
He was thinking as he walked toward the elevator.
It's time to buy a few more cars.
The McLaren P1 was totaled in the crash, and the LaFerrari that I've been longing for will take several more months to arrive. Meanwhile, another Ferrari is now being driven by Liu Ruyan.
Ugh! There are no cars left.
This duplex is equipped with a separate garage with several spaces, but now there are no cars at all, making it feel really empty.
"Tsk," Ye Fan clicked his tongue lightly, "Looks like I'll have to find some time to properly fill these empty spaces."
I took the elevator directly back to the top-floor duplex.
As you open the door, a soft motion-sensor light automatically illuminates the entryway.
The vast space was unusually quiet.
Chen Chulin is not here today.
A faint sense of regret swept through Ye Fan's heart.
At this time, the school probably has something to do.
As darkness fell, the dazzling lights of Nanjing and the twinkling lights of boats on the Yangtze River mingled outside the huge French windows, creating a flowing galaxy—the only dynamic scene in this otherwise empty space.
Ye Fan walked to the window and looked at the bustling night view. Involuntarily, he saw Chen Chulin dancing gracefully in the center of the living room to some melodious music, dressed in various outfits.