Chapter 76: Silver-Tongued

The winding mountain road in Mo City is sparsely populated at night, with vehicles usually speeding arrogantly, especially high-end sports cars worth tens of millions. In anyone’s hands, the temptation to step on the gas is irresistible, often forgetting the furious numbers on the dashboard, treating the sports car as if it were a fighter jet. Su Ziceng himself has reached up to 180 mph in the middle of the night, the engine sound even slightly less intense than before. Owning a top sports car means being prepared to pay hefty repair fees. The taxi behind him was barely worth a hundred thousand, with limited insurance coverage; even if the taxi driver gave all his possessions, he couldn’t afford to pay for the fallen bumper. "Which eye of yours saw Brother Shang speeding and drunk?" After removing his glasses, the car owner had a pair of beast-like, fierce eyes, sizing up Su Ziceng audaciously amidst Xuan Yv's defending remarks. "I didn’t see it with my eyes, but I smelled it with my nose." Su Ziceng listened to the wind coming from the mountains, smelling a faint smoky scent, not only the choking smoke typical of smokers, but the man also carried a mix of floral and fruity alcohol scents. "Oh," the man looked at Su Ziceng, who was previously hands-on-hips and cursing fiercely but now calmed down, his bright eyes intensely staring at him in the dark night, plotting something. Su Ziceng searched his memory desperately; he seemed to have smelled this fragrance somewhere before—the scent of alcohol. The car owner, dressed in a black Armani casual suit, looked like a cheetah ready to pounce. In Mo City, at such a young age, yet possessing astonishing wealth, with the last name Shang, she blurted out, "Shang Yin!" Xuan Yv immediately let out a proud laugh, her arms entwining around the robust arms of Shang Yin. "Good eye. Brother Shang has never shown his face to the media, yet a little girl like you with poor vision recognized him." She thought that by mentioning Shang Yin’s name, she could scare this somewhat knowledgeable shop assistant away. Little did she know, Su Ziceng revealed an understanding smile. "Since it’s Mr. Shang, then this matter must be settled privately," said Shang Yin, a rising star among Mo City’s four wealthy families. Five years ago, at the age of twenty-six, Shang Yin made a fortune overnight, rapidly rising and becoming known as one of Mo City’s four new rich families, together with the Su, Hang, and Fei families. Even before rebirth, Su Ziceng had never seen Shang Yin in person. The latest wealthy Shang Yin, perfectly embodying the term "nouveau riche," is both low-profile and high-profile. He spends lavishly, courting numerous domestic and international actresses, drafting a list for seduction, and causing a citywide sensation. No one knew how he started and maintained his wealth; he lived a life throwing money around. He was like that Aston Martin, racing crazily past, leaving only a fleeting shadow behind; had it not been for tonight’s car accident, she probably wouldn’t have had the chance to meet him in person. Seeing Su Ziceng not angry but delighted, Shang Yin and Xuan Yv were puzzled. "So, Mr. Shang, apart from drinking tonight, did you perhaps consume something you shouldn’t have?" Su Ziceng pursed her lips, deliberately lowering her voice, carried by the wind to his ear. Shang Yin put on his glasses again, concealing his current expression. How did this girl, seemingly under twenty years old, know about his habits? He habitually binges on drinks and drugs, especially when accompanied by a female. The actress beside him was brought out before the effects of alcohol and drugs kicked in; his head spun earlier, and he exceeded the speed. Shang Yin knew he could not call the traffic police, as there were still some goods carried in the car. Before rebirth, although Su Ziceng had never met Shang Yin, she knew that at the age of forty-five, he died young from kidney failure due to his favorite hobbies of drinking and drugging, a meteor that swiftly swept across Mo City’s sky. "Su Ziceng, you are Su Ziceng. I knew I was forgetting something," Xuan Yv finally reacted, almost forgetting she had seen Su Ziceng’s photo in the newspaper. It was because of her blunt comments about Su Ziceng that she was dumped by the young Hang master on the roadside. Ironically, it happened on this same winding mountain road, truly a narrow path for foes. "Brother Shang, don’t let this kind of rich daughter scare you; you have connections in both the legitimate and the underworld. Earlier, if not because the taxi was driving slower than a snail, blocking our way, the car wouldn’t have collided." Xuan Yv played her unreasonable antics to the full, treating Shang Yin like a wall, constantly rubbing against him.