Qiao Yimian was not unfamiliar with Kang Junwen, the director of Linchuan Television Station.
Judging by his tone, the two of them seemed to be quite familiar.
Furthermore, the traffic police captain had personally come to handle the accident, and his respectful attitude towards this person indicated that he was definitely not ordinary.
Zhou Heng was cautious and efficient. He put the call on speakerphone and explained the situation to Kang Junwen in a few words.
On the other end of the line, Director Kang expressed his understanding, "The roads are slippery in the snow. Tell them not to worry; it's okay if they report late."
After saying that, he also smiled and asked him to convey his regards to the Magistrate.
Qiao Yimian was thus "stuffed" into the car by Song Nanxing.
Song Nanxing waved at her through the car window, "Sis, don't worry! I'll handle the tow truck! I'll come find you at the hospital after everything's sorted out!"
A rear-end collision; not only did the other party not pursue any responsibility, but they were also going to take her, the "injured person," to the hospital.
Qiao Yimian really felt like she'd gotten incredibly lucky, and she expressed her gratitude again as she got into the car: "I'm really sorry for the trouble."
Li Yao crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably on the other side, only nodding slightly in response to her thanks.
"It's nothing. I'm going that way anyway."
Qiao Yimian realized that the other person was probably a man of few words, so she didn't bother with further polite conversation.
The car started, and the rest of the journey was very smooth.
Initially, Qiao Yimian didn't notice anything unusual, but after a while, she felt that the atmosphere in the car was a bit strange.
There were four people in the car, including her, but no one was talking. There was only the sound of the car driving and the slight breathing of the few people.
She could feel an invisible pressure.
The source was not hard to find: the man beside her.
Qiao Yimian pretended to look at the scenery outside the window, secretly glancing at him.
The man lowered his eyes, looking at the documents spread on his lap. His slender fingers held the pages, his knuckles like jade, appearing pleasing to the eye.
The thin winter sunlight shone in through the car window, cut by his superior outer contours. His features in the backlight were aloof and noble.
During the two years of her internship and work, Qiao Yimian had interviewed several prominent figures in Chu City and had also witnessed the aura of those in high positions.
However, she had hardly seen anyone who could release such a strong pressure without showing any emotion like the person beside her.
Recalling that "Brother Zhou" had just had a familiar conversation with Kang Junwen and the traffic police captain, she couldn't help but speculate about the identity of the person in the car.
"Someone with power and influence is definitely not simple."
Just as she steeled herself, she suddenly heard the man beside her ask, "Are you from Chu City?"
Qiao Yimian immediately turned to look at him. The man's gaze was calm and serious, and his voice was also gentle, which somewhat neutralized his overly sharp aura.
"No," Qiao Yimian replied truthfully, "I just lived in Chu City for a few years."
Li Yao nodded and didn't press further. His gaze passed over her clear and clean face and looked out the car window.
"It rarely snows in North River, right?"
Qiao Yimian followed his line of sight and turned her head to look out the window as well.
"Yes, in previous years, the snow was just a thin layer that melted as soon as it hit the ground. But it's been heavier these past two years." After she finished speaking, as if realizing something, she turned and asked:
"You haven't been to North River before, have you?"
Otherwise, why the question?
Li Yao retracted his gaze, meeting her clear eyes again, and curved his lips.
"Yes. First time here."
The stern face, because of the curve of his lips, shed a bit of its coldness.
Like a ray of warm sunlight faintly peeking through thick clouds.
Qiao Yimian stared for two seconds, then smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Welcome to North River."
Her face, unadorned with makeup, was clear and clean. When she smiled, her lips were red and her teeth white, and her star-like eyes were bright.
At the accident scene just now, she was composed and collected while participating in the rescue and on-site interviews.
But now, that youthful and lively aura was coming over her, as if she had the magic to stir up the silent deep sea.
Li Yao couldn't help but ask her, "How old are you?"
Qiao Yimian: "25."
Li Yao pursed his lips slightly and averted his gaze, as if responding to her, but also as if talking to himself.
"It's the age when one yearns for freedom."
Qiao Yimian didn't know where he got that from, but it was clear that a complex emotion seemed to flash through his eyes.
Looking at the man again, he looked to be in his early thirties, and his calm, deep eyes contained a maturity and composure beyond his years.
Could it be… that he was reliving the pain of his youth?
Qiao Yimian pondered this, but adhering to her principle of being cautious with her words, she didn't respond.
After a while, Li Yao asked her again, "How's your ankle? Still hurting?"
Qiao Yimian shook her head, "It's better."
Before getting in the car, that Brother Zhou had somehow found an ice pack, which she had been using on her ankle.
Perhaps the injury wasn't serious; it really didn't hurt much now.
Li Yao's gaze landed on her ankle, which he couldn't see clearly, and his voice softened.
"We're about to get off the highway. Just hold on a little longer."
Before she could answer, a cheerful phone ringtone sounded.
Qiao Yimian quickly said, "Sorry," and took her phone out of her bag.
The screen displayed an unfamiliar number, with the location showing Chu City. She didn't think much of it and answered the call.
A familiar male voice spoke, clearly carrying a hint of grievance and displeasure.
"Yimian, why did you block me?"
Qiao Yimian subconsciously lowered the volume, and her voice softened a bit.
"There's nothing to say. Don't contact me again."
"Yimian!" Shi Yan raised his voice, his tone anxious, "Just because I was momentarily confused, you're going to sever ties with me! I really didn't mean to hide it from you!"
Qiao Yimian didn't want to talk to him much in this situation.
"I can't talk right now, I'll hang up first."
"What's not convenient? I already asked the newspaper, aren't you on your way to Linchuan?"
The sound of a car horn honking came from the phone, and Shi Yan said, annoyed, "Are you going on a business trip, or are you trying to avoid me?"
Qiao Yimian frowned without answering, her patience gradually running out.
Shi Yan took a light breath, his voice aggrieved: "I already told my mother last night, and I also made my position clear. Whether they like it or not, I'm going to marry you! I'm going to Linchuan to find you now!"
Qiao Yimian couldn't bear it any longer, and lowered her voice to retort, "Shi Yan, can you stop being so childish!"
"How am I childish! Is it wrong for me to love you..."
Qiao Yimian hung up the phone directly, a throbbing pain between her eyebrows.
The phone rang again, but she didn't answer and switched it off.
Silence returned, this time with a more subtle and eerie quality than before.
Qiao Yimian took a deep breath, instinctively wanting to say "sorry." But when she turned, she found the man leaning back in his chair, eyes closed as if resting, his handsome profile devoid of any emotion.
Meanwhile, Zhou Heng in the front had, at some point, put on a Bluetooth headset and was engrossed in news videos on his iPad.
As for the driver...
Never mind.
The embarrassing flush that had crept up her cheeks subsided considerably.
Qiao Yimian exhaled softly, her gaze landing on the fluttering snowflakes outside the window, her mood complex.
The car soon reached the Linchuan exit, and the speed decreased.
A jeep was parked on the emergency lane, its hazard lights flashing. A motorcycle lay across the front of the vehicle.
The car owner and a traffic policeman stood by the side of the road, apparently discussing something. A young man wearing a helmet lay on the ground, clutching his legs in obvious pain.
Another traffic accident.
Zhou Heng in the front row exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that the motorcycle that was driving recklessly just now?"
No one in the car responded.
Qiao Yimian glanced back, and remembered, "That's right, he was the one who scraped me earlier!"
Zhou Heng quipped, "Serves them right."
Li Yao finally opened his eyes, glanced at Qiao Yimian, and then looked at her ankle. His voice was cold:
"Fleeing the scene after a motorcycle accident, even if it doesn't constitute a crime, the driver will still face administrative penalties."
Zhou Heng understood immediately and responded, "Yes."
Qiao Yimian blinked, feeling that these two were speaking in riddles.
After the car left the highway, it drove directly to a Military Hospital and stopped at the emergency entrance.
After the car stopped, Qiao Yimian turned her head and thanked the man beside her again.
"Thank you for taking me to the hospital. I'll go now."
Li Yao just nodded casually and then raised his voice to instruct Zhou Heng.
"Go handle the paperwork."
Zhou Heng agreed and immediately got out of the car.
Qiao Yimian waved her hands repeatedly, "No need to trouble yourself, I can do it myself!"
The man's gaze towards her was calm and forceful. His tone was gentle, but there wasn't a hint of flirtation.
"Behave."
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