Chapter 443: Chapter 443

The intersection descended into severe traffic congestion in an instant.

Leng Mochen initially remained seated in the car, without stepping out. Minor rear-end collisions and scrapes are common occurrences on the road.

Resolving such matters amicably—with both parties choosing either insurance or other settlements—should suffice.

But the female driver was outright amusing, launching straight into deflecting blame without hesitation.

Such people weren’t worth accommodating, especially with the growing crowd. Leng Mochen was getting increasingly irritated.

He rolled down the car window and coldly glanced outside, "Old Zhang! Make the call!"

Old Zhang, although still arguing with the other party, kept his eyes and ears fixated on the boss. Upon hearing Leng Mochen’s command, he immediately rushed back to the car.

"Mr. Leng! What do you think?"

"Call the traffic police to resolve this! Tell the company to send over another car!" Leng Mochen gave him a calm, fleeting glance before closing his eyes.

Old Zhang knew the boss wasn’t pleased. He hurried to make the call, hoping the resolution would satisfy the boss—otherwise, his job might be in jeopardy!

The pretty woman noticed Old Zhang entering the car, and she quickly went back to her own vehicle, nervously making calls for help.

Neither side moved their cars afterward—partly to avoid complicating liability determination, and partly to prevent further vehicle damage.

Not long after the incident, traffic police arrived on the scene, examined the situation, and questioned them. The police determined that "the female driver of the BMW is fully liable for the rear-end collision."

To ease congestion, the traffic police instructed them to move their cars off the accident site and park them by the roadside.

Insurance company staff arrived next, crouching down to inspect the vehicle damages closely. They took photos of the affected areas on both cars and recorded observations in a notebook.

Leng Mochen got out of his car and kept checking his watch frequently. The beautiful woman took notice of his young age and strikingly handsome demeanor, sneaking glances at him.

Her tone softened compared to earlier—her arrogance faded, replaced by a subtle charm and girlish demeanor.

Leng Mochen gave her a cold, disdainful glance, sneering inwardly.

Suddenly, a blue Porsche pulled up near them. A woman hurriedly stepped out and approached. Leng Mochen glanced over and recognized her—a playful smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.

He couldn’t forget the benefits he’d received from her these past few days. They were, indeed, a little thanks to her.

Zhang Shan immediately spotted the conspicuous figure of Leng Mochen standing there, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the Bentley her younger sister hit was owned by Li Si’s husband?

This might actually make things easier! After all, they were acquaintances, and a smoother resolution might be achievable.

She laughed before speaking, "Oh, it’s President Leng! What a coincidence! Let me introduce you—this is my sister, Zhang Yao. She’s always been a bit careless, so please don’t take it to heart! By the way, when is your family’s Sisi moving in? I’ve been thinking about visiting, bringing my daughter along to play!"

Zhang Yao angrily tugged at Zhang Shan’s sleeve. She had barely started feeling grateful for her sister’s acquaintance with him, only to be undermined with those remarks. What kind of sister would say such things?

She had hoped her sister could introduce her properly—so much for that plan!

Old Zhang saw the interaction and, realizing his boss knew them, subtly glanced up before lowering his head again without saying anything.

"Soon." Leng Mochen casually replied, lacking Zhang Shan’s warmth. He wasn’t particularly close to her; in fact, he couldn’t recall exchanging much conversation with her at all.

Zhang Shan’s eyes flickered as she sensed his aloofness. Back when they’d crossed paths at the maternity care center, she’d noted his cold, arrogant demeanor—the type to dismiss most people.

Glancing at the scene again, the responsibility clearly lay with Zhang Yao. Piecing together what Zhang Yao shared over the call earlier, it was evident she’d stubbornly quarreled and tried to argue her way out.

"Well! Acquaintances are one thing, but rights and wrongs are another. We’ll cover all repair costs as needed!" Zhang Shan spoke decisively. Leng Mochen usually wouldn’t bother sweating over such matters, but Zhang Yao’s unapologetic aggression had prolonged the ordeal.

"Forget it," he said. Since they were acquaintances—given Li Si and Zhang Shan’s friendship—he wouldn’t fuss over such repair costs.

Leng Mochen glanced at his watch again, while Old Zhang wiped imaginary sweat off his brow. His worry was mounting—the company’s replacement car still hadn’t arrived! How nerve-wracking!

Zhang Yao quickly chimed in, "Please don’t! Mr. Leng, I owe you an apology! This entire rear-ending incident happened because of my carelessness! Whatever the repair costs, I’ll cover them! I’m not someone who shirks their debts!"

She’d figured it out—this man was anything but ordinary in wealth. If she didn’t show some initiative now, she’d look completely oblivious.

What a golden opportunity to reel in a wealthy catch! She only wondered if her sister’s mention of Sisi meant the man was married yet.

Old Zhang internally mocked her, thinking, "Cut the act. You’re exactly the type who’d act this way after seeing the boss—a rich and handsome guy—and now you’re trying to make yourself unforgettable! Have some self-awareness!"

Moments ago, she had been as unruly as a shrew—it’s hard not to see the difference in her behavior now!

Leng Mochen raised his eyebrows and curved his lips slyly. "Alright. Let’s handle it your way, then. Old Zhang, stay here and take care of it!"

"Understood, Mr. Leng!" Old Zhang replied with a respectful bow.

Zhang Shan noticed Leng Mochen looking to his right. With enthusiasm, she offered, "Are you heading somewhere? I could drive you there."

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Just then, a brand-new Range Rover pulled up beside them. A young driver stepped out and respectfully opened the rear door for Leng Mochen, waiting until he was seated before carefully closing the door and driving off.

Zhang Yao stared at the car disappearing into traffic and couldn’t resist nudging Zhang Shan beside her. "Sis! How do you know him? What does he do? He looks loaded!"

Zhang Shan rolled her eyes at her, thinking, "Can’t you read the room? The driver is still right here, yet you’re asking all these questions recklessly!"

With the main figure gone, the remaining driver began negotiating with Zhang Yao and her sister over next steps for repairs and compensation.

The car was insured for third-party liability coverage of up to 200,000 yuan. Since his boss knew them, Old Zhang mentioned this, suggesting that Zhang Yao should shoulder any repair costs exceeding the 200,000 yuan limit.

Zhang Yao tried to ask for Leng Mochen’s phone number, only to be directly refused by Old Zhang!

What a joke! What’s wrong with women these days—like bees swarming to nectar whenever they spot wealth!

After settling matters, both cars were towed away, and Zhang Shan brought Zhang Yao back to her home.

As it turned out, Zhang Yao had chosen this route because she wanted to visit Zhang Shan’s house to see her daughter, Mo Mo. Who would’ve thought fate would lead her to rear-ending Li Si’s husband’s car instead?

Back at home, Mo Mo was asleep, as was their mother-in-law. The two sisters gently tiptoed into Zhang Shan’s bedroom.

As soon as Zhang Yao sat down, she couldn’t resist pressing, "Sis! Spill it—what’s the story with that handsome guy? And why didn’t I know you had such a good connection? He’s rich AND good-looking! That Bentley costs at least three to four million, right? I’m still single—you’ve got to help me get introduced! If I really end up with him, you won’t lack benefits either!"

Zhang Shan stared at her younger sister chattering incessantly, feeling exasperated, and interrupted impatiently, "What are you even thinking? He’s already married with kids! I know his wife because we stayed at the same maternity center for postpartum care. Yaoyao, you’re not a child anymore—can’t you grow up and stop being so reckless?

Every time you see someone with good conditions, you throw yourself at them! Look at the way you were talking when you called me earlier—you must’ve been arguing with his driver, right? It’s no wonder the driver seemed to look at you with such disdain."

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