Chen Ke held Yang Fei, her body directly pressing against Yang Fei's chest.

Yang Fei's back hit the windshield, causing a bout of intense pain.

However, his mind wasn't focused on the pain in his back at all.

He inwardly praised in admiration.

Suddenly, a car accident had occurred, and Chen Ke's mind went blank.

But for some reason, holding Yang Fei and feeling the faint scent of tobacco on him,

Chen Ke felt a warm and secure sensation in her heart.

After a long while, Yang Fei struggled a bit.

"Have you hugged enough? Let me go check the situation," he said.

Chen Ke was startled and suddenly came back to her senses, hurriedly letting go of her embrace.

She pushed Yang Fei hard, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance bursting forth.

"Who let you get so close? Get away from me!" she snapped.

"Ah!"

Yang Fei suddenly let out an exceptionally heart-wrenching scream.

Chen Ke was so scared that she nearly lost her soul: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

She recalled the moment she had held Yang Fei, and how he had hit the windshield; her heart raced with concern.

She didn't know how seriously this guy was hurt.

Thinking this, her voice changed with urgency.

"Hold on, I'm going to call 120 right now. Don't move," she said.

Yang Fei snickered and returned to his seat on his own.

"I'm fine, why the hell would we need to call emergency services?" he asked.

"Then why the hell did you just scream?" Chen Ke asked, relieved but realizing she had been fooled, and immediately started to berate him fiercely.

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at her.

"Can't I just scream for fun?" he replied.

"You... jerk!"

Chen Ke saw his lazy demeanor and totally lost it.

She swore she would never care about this jerk again, even if he were dying.

Yang Fei unbuckled his seat belt.

"I'm going to check outside, you calm down," he said.

Chen Ke turned her face away, teeth clenched, ignoring him.

Yang Fei chuckled to himself.

"The world is so wonderful, yet you're so irritable. Not good, not good," he quipped.

Chen Ke immediately grabbed her phone, ready to throw it at Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei, however, had already gotten out of the car before her phone could reach him.

Chen Ke's BMW Mini wasn't seriously damaged.

However, the paint on the rear end was significantly ruined, and the taillights were shattered.

The tricycle owner was a man in his fifties.

His complexion was dark, and his face was covered with the wrinkles of harsh weathering.

Behind the old man followed an old lady, with hair white as snow and a headscarf wrapped around her head.

The hardships of life were etched into dense wrinkles, marking her face.

Both elderly individuals had an anxious look as they watched Yang Fei,

their eyes filled with a plea for leniency.

Considering the traffic situation just before,

Chen Ke's BMW was indeed speeding, but it did not exceed the maximum speed limit.

The old man's tricycle, on the other hand, had turned into the road too quickly,

going too fast and encroaching on the BMW's lane.

With such an accident, the responsibility should lie with the old man.

The two old people may not recognize the BMW, but they knew such cars were costly.

Even if the owner didn't extort them, just the repair costs would be a hefty sum.

The old man was still trying to appear strong.

But Yang Fei noticed that the old lady's legs had begun to tremble.

He sighed and pulled out two Red River cigarettes, offering one to the old man.

He took out his lighter and lit the old man's cigarette.

The old man, seeing Yang Fei's somewhat amiable expression, felt slightly comforted.

He accepted Yang Fei's cigarette, steadying his courage as he spoke.

"Don't worry, sir. I dented your car, and I will definitely compensate," he said.

Yang Fei replied nonchalantly, "How much do you make selling all these vegetables?"

The old man hesitated, then honestly replied.

"I grew these veggies myself, they didn't cost anything, so selling them for a hundred or two is possible."

Yang Fei sighed.

"You earn a hundred or two from selling vegetables, but repairing this car will cost at least four to five thousand. It's not worth it."

"What, four to five thousand? That expensive?"

The grandpa who had been putting on a tough front couldn't help but gasp in shock.

His face turned pale, extremely defeated.

"Sir, four to five thousand is practically asking for our lives, we don't have the money to compensate you…"

The grandma immediately started to weep, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Fei leaned in close and said in a low voice, "Did you insure your tricycle?"

The grandpa shook his head: "No."

Yang Fei chuckled.

"Can't afford to pay, and didn't buy insurance, so why don't you just scram, what's the point of standing around?"

"What?"

The grandpa was startled upon hearing this.

He thought Yang Fei was being sarcastic, and looked at Yang Fei, panic-stricken.

Yang Fei quickly helped the grandpa into the driver's seat of the tricycle.

"If you run, I can go file an insurance claim. Hurry up and leave, but make sure not to get into another accident."

The grandpa and grandma had never come across someone like Yang Fei before.

Both elders were at a loss, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

The grandma's tears started flowing again.

Yang Fei stamped his foot: "Aren't you running?"

"Ah, I'm running, I'll run right now."

The grandpa, feeling relieved, quickly started the vehicle.

The tricycle roared off and headed away.

Yang Fei chuckled again and waved goodbye to the elderly couple.

He clutched a cigarette in his mouth, humming a tune.

Just as he turned around, Chen Ke snatched the cigarette from his mouth and tossed it on the ground.

Chen Ke, watching the rapidly departing tricycle, said discontentedly, "What are you doing?"

Yang Fei regretfully looked at the cigarette he hadn't finished smoking.

"Didn't do much, just told those who caused the accident to run off."

Chen Ke's nose was about to go crooked with irritation.

"My car, and you didn't even ask for my opinion before you let the ones at fault leave, is that reasonable?"

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at her.

"It's not my car, so what does it have to do with me if they run away?"

Chen Ke was completely infuriated.

She swore that if there was a manure pit nearby.

She would definitely fill Yang Fei's mouth with manure.

This bastard, every word he says is infuriating.

Yang Fei saw her eyes almost spitting fire and smiled while he patted her shoulder.

"Alright, I know you're a girl who is both beautiful and kind-hearted, you would handle it the same way if you were me."

"Your car is insured, right? Leave the repairs to me; I promise I'll get it fixed."

Chen Ke shook off his hand.

"Don't think a couple of flatteries will make me forgive you. Today's mess is all your fault."

"Alright, alright, my fault. I'll treat you to dinner, KTV tonight, plus order an in-room sauna, foot bath, and bed warming massage. How about our intimate, close-quarters service?"

Yang Fei said cheerily. Then this penny-pincher squatted down and picked up the Red River cigarette Chen Ke had discarded.

Seeing him acting like a little eunuch, Chen Ke felt a bit better.

She snorted, "What's with this 'intimate, close-quarters service'?"

Yang Fei chuckled warmly as he looked at her, winking.

"You know what I mean."

Chen Ke immediately got it and kicked Yang Fei in an instant.

"Keep dreaming, stay away from me, you're disgusting."

Yang Fei, after being kicked, immediately clutched his thigh and started wailing.

"Reporting to the minister, I'm wounded, need to take sick leave."

Chen Ke hadn't expected that he wouldn't dodge and actually got kicked by her.

She felt somewhat guilty inside, but showed no mercy with her words.

"I kicked your left leg, why are you holding your right?"

Yang Fei's face turned red: "This... scientifically speaking, it's called a referred reaction."

Chen Ke: "Scram!"

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