Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 8 Spicy Little Chili

Su Ruoyun left home at 7:30 in the morning, which was about the same time as the previous times.

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, a sliver of light rose on the horizon, and a pinkish-orange hue broke through the morning mist, awakening the entire city of Beijing in the morning light.

The appointment with the tea merchant was at nine o'clock, but Su Ruoyun got stuck in traffic on the overpass at eight twenty-three. Although it was still early, she had only driven one kilometer in ten minutes. Looking at the red line on the navigation, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Her slender fingers tapped the steering wheel intermittently, and she yawned from time to time.

Suddenly, the phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID on the center console and saw it was her mother, Ms. Ming, calling.

After the call connected, a clear female voice came through, "Have you arrived at the teahouse yet?"

Su Ruoyun replied lazily, "Not yet, stuck in traffic. You know how it is in Beijing."

Ms. Ming chuckled and then asked her if she was going home for dinner that night.

A few years ago, Su Ruojun moved out of the family compound, but she would sometimes go back for dinner.

"I--"

Before she could finish speaking, a strong push-back sensation accompanied by a metallic squeezing sound came, followed by a loud "bang" and a heavy impact. Due to inertia, Su Ruoyun was thrown forward, then pulled back by the seatbelt and slammed against the back of the seat. She quickly stepped on the brakes.

"grass!"

When these two sounds are heard together on the other end of the phone, they naturally become a swear word.

Ms. Ming gently scolded, "Su Ruoyun, what did your mother tell you? Don't keep using foul language."

Su Ruoyun shifted gears and glanced at the rear window. "I was rear-ended by the car behind me."

"Are you alright?" Ms. Ming asked worriedly.

"It's alright, I'll go down and take a look first."

Su Ruoyun hung up the phone. She was already annoyed by being stuck in traffic for so long, and now that she had been rear-ended, her anger flared up from the bottom of her heart. She deftly unbuckled her seatbelt with her right hand and pushed open the door to get out.

She slammed the door shut behind her, her long hair billowing in the air, and turned to walk menacingly toward the car behind her.

A pink Porsche crashed straight into the rear of her car, and the trunk was deformed.

Su Ruoyun walked to the Porsche. The driver who caused the accident was still sitting in the car. Through the rearview mirror, she could see that the driver was a man and there was a woman in the passenger seat. She knocked on the car window to signal the other party to get out of the car.

After a while, the driver's side door remained closed, but the passenger in the front seat slowly opened the door.

A woman in a white spaghetti strap dress didn't rush to apologize. Instead, she glanced at the car logos and license plates ahead, then smirked, "Sorry, we—"

"You drove this car?" Su Ruoyun glanced at her, cutting her off abruptly.

The woman in the white dress froze, her smile trembling.

"No, it's not your place to apologize."

After saying that, Su Ruoyun raised her hand and patted the hood of the car, unlike her previous polite tapping on the window.

He can't even drive properly, and he makes a woman get out to handle it. What a tasteless man.

The hood rattled three times, and the driver's side door was pushed open. "Knock, knock, knock, what are you knocking for? It's so noisy."

The male driver who caused the accident looked young, only in his early twenties, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted from him.

Su Ruoyun frowned slightly, glanced down at the watch on her left wrist. It was 8:35 in the morning. It didn't seem like she had been drinking early in the morning; it was more like she had been drinking all night.

Given her drunk driving and the accident, she had no intention of arguing with the two men any further and picked up her phone to call the police. Seeing this, the man raised his hand and tried to knock Su Ruoyun's phone away.

Because alcohol suppresses brain nerve cells, his reactions are sluggish and his movements are inaccurate. He swung twice but missed, while arrogantly saying, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?"

Su Ruoyun paused in her typing, then looked up, her gaze falling on the drunk man, her eyes flashing with a sharp coldness. "Are you a member of the Su family, the Huo family, the Lu family... or is your father surnamed Wang, Li, Cai, or Zhao?"

With each surname Su Ruoyun uttered, the drunken man's face grew paler by an inch.

Ahead of him were several families who had established themselves in the city, and behind him were several important figures; he dared not get involved with any of them.

……

Inside the blocked vehicle on the other side.

"Boss, that looks like the boss's wife."

Lin Cheng saw a traffic accident through the car's rearview mirror. He originally just wanted to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect that the person involved in the accident would be Su Ruoyun. He quickly reminded his boss.

With his left hand, adorned with a steel watch, he closed the tablet cover. The rear window slowly rolled down, halfway down, and Huo Jingcheng gazed into the distance. His hawk-like black eyes could easily catch the girl's figure even through several cars.

Her eyes scanned the drunken man, who was sweating profusely. Su Ruoyun smiled, her words laced with sarcasm, "You're not drunk anymore now. So what I said actually has a sobering effect?"

Her voice, neither too loud nor too soft, drifted into the Cullinan.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng smiled.

There aren't that many accidents; most people just act recklessly under the influence of alcohol.

The drunk man got impatient, "How much money do you want? I'll give it to you, is it really that big of a deal?"

As Su Ruoyun tapped her finger to dial the number, she glanced at him sideways and said, "Talking to someone like you is a waste of my breath."

"If you have money, you can drink and drive; if you have money, you can hit someone. So, according to you, as long as you have money, even traffic laws can't touch you. Or do you think you have control over all the roads in Beijing?"

The incidents of wealthy second-generation individuals driving under the influence of alcohol and causing car accidents have frequently topped the trending search lists in recent years, arousing dissatisfaction and resentment among many netizens.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the nearby cars also began to look at him strangely.

After a few rings, the phone was answered.

It was rush hour, and especially since Su Ruoyun mentioned drunk driving, the traffic police did not allow either party to leave the scene. There was a major traffic jam on the elevated highway, and the traffic police arrived at the scene 20 minutes later.

Upon seeing the traffic police in uniform, the drunk man lowered his head, emanating a strong smell of alcohol. One of the officers immediately handed him a breathalyzer. Looking at the reading on the LED color display, the officer then signaled to his colleagues nearby.

Traffic accidents, especially those involving drunk driving, and severe traffic congestion during the morning rush hour.

Lin Cheng glanced at the traffic police directing traffic ahead, then looked down at the time. "Boss, should I go down and tell them you have a meeting at nine o'clock?"

Today is Monday, the weekly morning meeting. It was originally scheduled for 7:30 am, but the time was changed last night to 9:00 am, which is why we happened to encounter traffic.

It's already 8:55, there's no way I can get to the company in time.

Huo Jingcheng watched with great interest as Su Ruoyun swiftly got into the Mercedes-Benz, his smile undiminished, and shook his head slightly, "No need."

The gentle and refined proprietress instantly transforms into a fiery little pepper?

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