A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

"Fuck you!"

The man swayed as he got off the car.

He stared intently at the car in front of him—a square rear end, a strange dark green color, and he couldn't tell what it was.

"How did you park the car?! Are you blind?!"

The young man, with a loud voice and a fierce-looking face, rushed over, glancing with heartache at the dented front of his BMW as he walked.

He yelled angrily, "Do you know I just bought this car?! It cost over 300,000 yuan! I couldn't even afford to pay for it if I sold your beat-up black car!"

Old Liang stared at him expressionlessly. "This is an overpass! I was keeping a safe distance from the car in front of me, waiting for it to pass, and I was stopped the whole time. You rear-ended it and now you're asking me?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Jiang Chu couldn't help but go downstairs.

The cold winter wind caused the dark camel-colored cashmere coat to flutter slightly.

The young man, who had been cursing loudly, stared wide-eyed the moment he saw her face, and the profanities stuck in his throat.

He looked Jiang Chu up and down, a lewd look of amazement flashing in his eyes, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Hey... beautiful lady, you must be this uncle's daughter?"

He stepped forward. "I'm in a good mood today. How about this, you give me your contact information, and you can have dinner and a couple of drinks with me tonight. In return, your dad won't have to pay for the damage to my BMW. How about that?"

Jiang Chu didn't look at him at all, but glanced at the rear of the Bentley and then at the front of the BMW.

She took out her phone. "You can talk to the traffic police yourself."

The young man was suddenly stunned.

Although he was under the influence of alcohol, he wasn't completely out of it. He was angry because he was upset about his car, which he had forced his parents to take out a loan to buy!

Upon hearing the word "traffic police," I suddenly remembered that I had been driving under the influence of alcohol!

We're doomed if the traffic police come!

"Damn it! Don't call the police!"

Enraged, the young man's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He reached out and slapped Jiang Chu across the face, attempting to knock her over and snatch her phone.

however--

click!

A sickeningly sharp cracking sound suddenly rang out.

A large, iron-like hand precisely gripped the young man's wrist, then pressed it down with an extremely swift and cruel reverse joint angle!

"Ouch!!! It hurts!! Let go!! Why are you hitting me?! You've broken the law!!"

The young man screamed in pain.

"Tsk," Jiang Chu sneered, "Did you even remember the law when you hit someone? I'm hitting you!"

The bodyguard's face was ashen.

He had just stopped the young man's actions, and naturally knew that the drunk driver was quite strong; if he had hit him hard, most people's faces would have been swollen from the slap.

It's possible to be knocked to the ground.

The bodyguard grabbed his wrist. "Sir, please watch your words and actions. Do not make any rash moves."

The cars in the surrounding vehicles rolled down their windows to watch the spectacle.

The accident was so obvious that no one sympathized with the person behind.

"What a lunatic! Why is he hitting people?!"

"They're obviously drunk!"

"Damn it, you're going to jail!"

"That poor girl over there, she crashed her car. Uh, what kind of car was that?"

"..."

Jiang Chu couldn't wait there any longer, so she asked Lao Liang to stay and handle the situation while she left with her bodyguards.

The driver of the car behind initially tried to stop them from calling the police, but having just been reprimanded, he was now unable to get up.

Seeing the young girl leave, he clutched his wrist, which had almost been dislocated, and glared venomously at Lao Liang, who had stayed behind to handle the accident.

"You just wait! Do you know that assault is illegal? Do you really want the police to come?!"

Old Liang ignored him completely, simply took out a tripod from the trunk, and neatly placed it fifty meters behind the car.

The young man's expression changed. He took a few steps forward and said, "Brother, let's settle this privately. I don't want any compensation from you. Just don't get involved with the traffic police—"

Old Liang glanced at him. "Who's your brother? Let me tell you, this place is under surveillance. Don't even think about running away; fleeing the scene is an even more serious offense."

The man's face turned even uglier.

Shortly after, a motorcycle with flashing red and blue police lights roared in.

The traffic policeman parked his car, turned on his body camera, and strode over. "ID card! Driver's license! Or your phone—"

As he spoke, his expression changed.

"What happened? Have you been drinking?"

"No," the man stood up shakily, "I didn't drink! My friend did! That's why I smelled a little alcohol on me!"

He even stood outside for a while, just wanting the wind to blow on him a little longer.

The traffic policeman handed him the testing device with a dark expression.

"Blow hard! Blow continuously!"

With a series of rapid beeps, a red light suddenly lit up on the tester screen—145mg/100ml.

The traffic police officer clearly expected this. "You're suspected of dangerous driving. You'll be coming with us to the hospital for a blood test in a bit!"

The man's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"Officer, I really didn't drink much, I only had a little bit at noon..."

With a sob in his voice, he began to argue, then pointed at Lao Liang, "I'm still in school, I'm only a sophomore! And they even hit me!"

Old Liang stepped forward at the opportune moment and handed over his documents. "Officer, I parked properly in front, and the car behind rear-ended me. As for his claim of assault, we have video footage here. This person was intoxicated and first verbally harassed my boss's wife. When she tried to call the police, he attempted to hit her and snatch her phone. We only exercised legitimate self-defense restraint and did not launch any attack."

The traffic police officer took the driver's license, glanced at it, and then his gaze froze.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the solid, heavy black car in front of him, and then at the BMW next to him with its front end dented.

Finally, he looked at the person who was still wailing with a look of pity that was almost like looking at a dead person.

"Alright, stop yelling." The traffic police officer coldly interrupted him. "You're fully responsible for the rear-end collision, plus you're driving under the influence. The facts are clear, and you'll face criminal charges and compensation."

The man froze, snot still hanging from his mouth: "Compensate? What do I need to compensate? It's just a beat-up car! The insurance company will cover it all!"

Old Liang coughed lightly. "Sir, you may have misunderstood the current situation. First of all, the car you rear-ended is a Bentley Arnage 728 Extended Limited Edition. The paint on this car is a handcrafted, multi-layered pearlescent paint from the Crewe factory in England. No repair shop in China is qualified or has the paint mixing data to repair it."

Old Liang paused, then pointed to the deep scratch: "According to standard procedure, we either need to ship the entire vehicle back to the UK for repairs, or have the factory's engineering team fly over with their equipment. A conservative estimate would be close to five million. If the internal carbon fiber structure or rear bumper beam is damaged, the price will be even higher."

The man looked at him in disbelief.

"Five million?!" He felt like he was hallucinating. "You're fucking extorting me! It's just a scratch!"

"Secondly," Lao Liang completely ignored his breakdown, "because you were driving under the influence, which is a serious violation. According to the insurance terms, commercial insurance is absolutely exempt from liability and won't pay a single penny. Compulsory traffic accident liability insurance will only cover up to two thousand yuan in property damage."

"That's right, Sun Hong," the traffic policeman nodded beside him. "A blood alcohol level above 140 and a rear-end collision are aggravating circumstances, with a minimum detention of two months. But if you can negotiate compensation with them and get a letter of understanding, the court may be more lenient."

Sun Hong was practically going crazy. "No! Impossible!"

He accepted being locked up for two months.

But where did he get five million?!

To save face by buying a BMW, and with his parents still working hard to pay off the loan, even selling the house might not be enough to completely fill the gap.

……and many more.

Sun Hong suddenly realized that the woman's appearance seemed somewhat familiar.

I think I've seen it in a video before.