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Just as he was within arm's reach of the entrance, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed several Supercars parked along the side of the road.
He subconsciously glanced out of the corner of his eye, and in that instant, a familiar pink-haired figure entered his line of sight.
Upon focusing and taking a closer look, it really was Han Anning.
Han Anning was standing in front of a Panamera with its rear hood already open, her face full of frustration.
Her usually delicate and charming face was now dominated by helplessness and vexation.
Several boys were standing beside her, and judging by their expressions and postures, they seemed eager to offer assistance and help her solve the problem.
However, it was clear from Han Anning's obvious and extremely impatient gaze that she had no intention of accepting their kindness.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng slowly stepped on the brakes and looked out the car window.
He saw that Han Anning's signature rose-red hair color today had been changed to pink.
She was only wearing a short gray knitted camisole, with a pink hip-hugging skirt underneath, revealing a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in sheer stockings.
She wore a pair of off-white knee-high boots, making her overall look both youthful and irresistibly charming.
If she were sitting inside a Supercar, this meager amount of fabric might barely ward off the chill.
But now, Han Anning, standing outdoors, was clearly unable to fully withstand the biting cold wind of winter.
He saw her arms tightly crossed over her chest, her body trembling constantly from the cold; this shrinking posture only made her ample bosom more prominent.
This caused the boy standing next to her to stare blankly.
After several seconds, the boy finally snapped out of it.
He quickly took off his jacket with a look of distress and urgently said, "Anning, put on this jacket first, and get into the car. Your car probably can't move—the engine might be broken. Stop looking at it, get into my car first. It's really too cold out here."
Hearing this, Han Anning remained unmoved.
She looked stubbornly at the open rear hood and replied, "You don't need to worry about me. I've already called someone to help. They should arrive in about ten minutes. You go first."
"Anning, why are you always so polite with me? Even if you don't want to get in the car, at least put on my clothes." As he spoke, the boy reached out, preparing to drape the jacket over Han Anning.
Seeing this, Han Anning's face instantly scrunched up, and a flash of annoyance and anger crossed her eyes.
She then nimbly moved sideways, dodging him and refusing mercilessly.
"I don't need it! I told you no. Stop bothering me, or don't blame me for saying something unpleasant."
These words left the boy with a deeply hurt expression on his face.
He asked, confused, "Anning, what is wrong with you?? What did I do wrong?? You weren't like this before. Why are you so resistant to me now?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm like this to everyone. Stop bothering me."
Seeing Han Anning lose her temper, the boy helplessly pointed to the rose-red jacket on the passenger seat of Han Anning's car parked nearby.
"But you've already caught a cold! What if it gets worse? Why don't you put on your own jacket first?"
Han Anning glanced at it and replied irritably, "Didn't you see that my jacket was stained with cola? I already told you, you don't need to worry. Someone will naturally bring me a new one soon."
"Then why don't you come sit in my car for a while..."
If it had been in the past, Han Anning would have accepted such an invitation and concern without a second thought.
Not only that, but she might also have taken advantage of these people's affection, naturally ordering them to do all sorts of things for her.
However, since finding out that her father was keeping a mistress outside, Han Anning's personality had undergone a massive change.
She no longer had any interest in the "fish" she had carefully cultivated in her "fish pond."
Deep down, she even had a faint impulse to completely destroy them.
This was why Han Anning's attitude towards them had changed so drastically.
He saw the windows of the two stopped Supercars roll down.
Han Anning assumed it was just another annoying simp.
With a hint of annoyance and disdain, she rolled her eyes dramatically and looked toward the car.
However, when she clearly saw that the person sitting in the car was Jiang Cheng, her previously indifferent expression instantly turned panicked.
She quickly withdrew her contemptuous gaze, her eyes flickering nervously, like a startled fawn.
After a few seconds of panic, Han Anning quickly adjusted her demeanor.
But at this moment, she didn't know how she should face Jiang Cheng.
After several adjustments, her watery eyes could only gaze at Jiang Cheng with a complicated expression.
Jiang Cheng did not know that the head-on collision he had caused with Lin Yao last time had completely shattered the arrogance Han Anning had always maintained in front of him.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng only felt that this girl was extremely unusual.
At the King of Fengtai auction at that time, her favorability value towards him had plummeted to 40 points.
But she should clearly still dislike him, so why would she suddenly put on this appearance of vulnerability in front of him??
The boy who was sticking closely to Han Anning like a plaster noticed that Han Anning was looking at Jiang Cheng with a strange gaze.
In an instant, his originally handsome face twisted out of shape due to jealousy.
He scrutinized Jiang Cheng from top to bottom with resentment.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's grand display, he dared not show any hostility.
Even so, he couldn't suppress his inner curiosity and reluctance, so he lowered his voice and cautiously asked Han Anning, "Anning, who exactly is this guy?"
Hearing this, Han Anning couldn't help but frown, asking back with a face full of confusion, "You actually don't know him??"
None of them were veteran members of the SSCC Club.
Instead, like Han Anning, they had joined the club later, following Qi Yuan.
Precisely because of this, none of them knew anything about the thrilling collision incident between Jiang Cheng and Lin Yao previously.
However, soon, a boy standing behind Han Anning seemed to suddenly recall something, and his eyes lit up.
He whispered to the few of them, "I remember! He's the one who..."
As a fellow simp, this boy was actually quite decent.
He quickly pulled the boy next to him and quietly whispered, "This guy seems to have a huge background. When I was having dinner with Qi Yuan before, he beat up Wang Hao, and I heard that Wang Hao's family was even demoted because of him."
These words exploded in the boy's ear like a clap of thunder.
His heart instantly clenched, a chill shot up his spine, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Fortunately, he hadn't run his mouth today, or wouldn't he have been digging a pit for himself??
Thinking this, the unfriendly expression he had previously worn toward Jiang Cheng vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It was replaced by a look of flattery and subservience.
He even quickly walked toward Jiang Cheng.
"Young Master Jiang, hello, hello! You've arrived."
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng merely nodded faintly, then looked at Han Anning: "Why are you stuck here?"
Hearing this, Han Anning replied with a wronged expression, "I don't know what happened, the car suddenly broke down. I'm waiting for someone to come."
It was rare to see Han Anning face him so docilely.
Jiang Cheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, lightly tilted his chin toward her, and said, "Get in. I'll have someone handle things for you here."
As soon as Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the door of the rolls-royce following closely behind slowly opened, and two tall Bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses quickly got out.
They quickly walked to the Panamera sedan parked nearby, then stood rigidly, like two guardian deities.
Seeing the scene before her, Han Anning couldn't help but slightly frown, her pearly teeth gently biting her pink lower lip.
If anyone else had taken the liberty of making decisions for her like this, given her proud personality, she would definitely have mercilessly mocked them for being meddlesome.
However, at this moment, she dared not treat Jiang Cheng this way at all.
Although she still deeply hated Jiang Cheng's scumbag persona internally, she dared not refuse him outwardly.
She bit her lower lip.
A trace of hesitation and struggle flashed in her eyes.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she obediently walked to the passenger seat of the Lamborghini.