Chapter 64: Coercion and Enticement (Part 2)

The noise in the garage quieted down. The usually loud mechanics didn’t dare to utter a sound, and everyone knew what was weighing on He Malu’s mind. The night they went to the police station, the enthusiastic Boss Han and others accompanied them, but no matter how much they explained, the police insisted that Malu had hit someone. With everyone speaking against him, those bastards who Malu had suppressed for over twenty years said he couldn’t have hit someone even if he were flying a plane, let alone knocked over a car. Su Ziceng listened to everyone’s words and then comforted He Malu. After returning home, she immediately called Hang Yishao. Ever since he stealthily drove a car at the age of fourteen, he had his fair share of car accidents, the most serious of which was said to have flipped a truck, yet Su Ziceng had never seen him enter a police station. Luckily for Su Ziceng today, even though Hang Yishao’s tone was not pleasant when he answered the call, at least he did return the call immediately. Even through the phone, Su Ziceng could sense the lingering anger in his voice as he flatly stated, "Come to my house if you have something to discuss; it’s not clear over the phone." The Su family and Hang family each stood on different mountains, and every time Su Ziceng visited, it was due to an invitation from Hang Mu. This time, she came uninvited and even said she had arranged it with Hang Yishao, which genuinely surprised Hang Mu. "Oh, it was Yishao who invited you? Really, that kid, inviting a girl over without going to pick her up," Hang Mu chuckled, covering her mouth, and seeing the uncomfortable look on Su Ziceng’s face, she pulled her inside. It was already past dinner time, and after Hang Mu had some fruits brought over, she chatted with Su Ziceng for a bit before informing her that Hang Yishao was swimming in the pool at the back. After autumn, the water in the swimming pool had become slightly cool. In the swimming pool tinged with bleached blue, Hang Yishao’s figure occasionally tumbled through the water, his arms breaking the surface and stirring up countless splashes. The incident at the racetrack returned to Su Ziceng’s mind. In the splashing water, light and water twisted together, causing Su Ziceng a moment of daze. In this life, her first kiss went to Pello. She had thought it would be Hang Yishao. Her first kiss with Hang Yishao seemed like it was just yesterday, also by a swimming pool, but not at the Hang’s but at a Su family villa. It was before her rebirth, at the party for Su Ziceng’s 18th birthday. Su Qingzhang had invited all the influential people in the city, including Hang Yishao and other youngsters, who continued the revelry in the swimming pool in the Su family’s backyard after the ball ended. That night, upset because of Chang Chi, Su Ziceng drank a lot. Then she clingingly dragged Hang Yishao around, endlessly babbling. Hang Yishao at that time was distinctly impatient. Then, fueled by alcohol, she forcefully kissed Hang Yishao—it turns out Su Ziceng was a girl who dared to love and hate. However, once Hang Yishao realized, he took advantage of his intoxication and kicked her into the pool, and along with her drunken craziness and smeared makeup, the next day a photo of her looking like a "drowned chicken" appeared on the entertainment page of the "Mo City Evening News." It was a past too painful to recall. Su Ziceng felt a splash on the tip of her nose, saw Hang Yishao’s sculpted face before her, and without waiting to see his swimming trunks, she blurted out a cry of "ah" and, with a strong push of her hands, pushed the just-emerged Hang Yishao back into the pool. Hang Yishao, seeing her startled by the side and her face flushing with intoxication, was about to greet her when, to his surprise, he was pushed by Su Ziceng into the pool. Even the excellent swimmer He encountered trouble swallowing water. Once he emerged again, he was visibly more infuriated. "Su Ziceng, has your brain taken in water?" Hang Yishao roared, only to see her looking strange, turning her face away, blushing from her ears down to her fair neck. Fresh out of the water, Hang Yishao still carried the luxury allure of a beautiful man emerging from a bath, his wet hair revealing natural curls, water continuously falling from it, sliding down his distinct facial contour. Years of exercise had elongated his proportions, and his abdominal muscles extended into his swimsuit. Such a youthful and vibrant Hang Yishao, like a blazing charcoal, made Su Ziceng burn red, forcing her to turn her face away. Seeing her awkwardness, Hang Yishao was not angry but delighted. He had been uneasy after the horseback riding class, mulling over it again and again, which even ruined his mood when Deng Jiani proactively asked him out. "Su Ziceng, your face is very red." Hang Yishao flicked left and right, dodging beside her face. Su Ziceng’s long hair blocked his view, and Hang Yishao grabbed her obstructing hair, staring at those eyes darting like a frightened deer’s. If it were the old Su Ziceng, she would not act like this, Hang Yishao thought. And Su Ziceng also thought the same—was Hang Yishao actually daring to flirt with her? If it were the 18-year-old Su Ziceng vs. the 18-year-old Hang Yishao, everyone would be on the same starting line, unable to distinguish who was superior. But now, Su Ziceng was already 35, and to be teased by an 18-year-old boy felt somewhat out of line. Now, Su Ziceng, with hands not tainted by blood and still a pure woman, was not intimidated by him. The more she thought about it, the more resentful she became; having suffered enough humiliation in her past life, she couldn’t allow the same in this life. Turning passivity into initiative, she who strikes first gets to dominate the conversation. With this in mind, her eyes suddenly closed. Ignoring the handsome face before her, she aimed at his smirk and aggressively kissed down. On Hang Yishao’s bare back, the water droplets were still present, all merging together, forming a small ""Y"-shaped river that meandered down his back. On the polished tiles of the swimming pool, the shadows of two people were faintly visible.