In a flurry of ravenous, wolfish eating, Fang Yu polished off the three-person dinner laid out before him in its entirety, and by the look of his still unsatisfied expression, he had not yet had his fill.
Lin Ruofei and Yan Ting, sitting beside him, stared on with their mouths agape. Was this man the reincarnation of a starved ghost? How could he possibly eat so much?
Paying no mind to the bewildered thoughts racing through their minds, Fang Yu wiped his mouth with a satisfied smirk, pushed himself to his feet, and addressed Lin Ruofei. "Miss Lin, let's head off now."
"Very well." Lin Ruofei nodded, her face lit up with a warm, bright smile—the kind that made one feel as if bathed in a gentle spring breeze. Yet to Fang Yu, that smile looked for all the world like the mouth of a carefully laid trap.
With that seed of doubt planted in his chest, Fang Yu steeled himself with caution. This young Miss Lin was proving far more devious and difficult to handle than Yan Ting. It seemed that once she moved into the villa, his life was about to become a living hell.
Oh, old man, he lamented silently in his chest, drowning in bitter grievance, had I known it would come to this, I'd have stayed home and waited on you hand and foot for the rest of my days.
He followed Lin Ruofei's footsteps out the front door, and there, parked on the open ground beside the villa, sat a gleaming red convertible sports car, impossible to miss.
"This car must have cost a fortune." Fang Yu's eyes lit up with awe and greed; this vehicle was worth an unimaginable sum of money.
"Here, catch." Watching his wide-eyed, foolish gape, Lin Ruofei tossed the car keys in his direction with a flick of her wrist.
"What's this for?" Fang Yu asked, before the realization dawned on him. He pointed at the convertible beside them, and said, "I don't know how to drive a sports car."
Of course, this was nothing more than an excuse on Fang Yu's part. There was, however, one grain of truth in his words: he truly had never driven a sports car before. I've never driven a fancy, expensive sports car like this, he snickered silently to himself, but I've flown planes and driven tanks more than a few times.
"Just drive when I tell you to drive. What's with all the pointless chatter?" Lin Ruofei rolled her eyes hard, letting out a cold huff as she stared at his pained, reluctant expression.
"But I—" Fang Yu began to protest, only to be cut off by a sharp slam of the car door. Lin Ruofei had already climbed into the back seat of the vehicle.
"Fine. But don't blame me if I wreck the car." Fang Yu sighed in helpless resignation, then pulled open the driver's door and slid into the seat.
The moment he settled into the red convertible, Fang Yu fired up the engine at once, and to Lin Ruofei's stunned astonishment, pulled the car smoothly out onto the road.
"Hold on tight, Miss Lin." Fang Yu fastened his seatbelt, then glanced back at Lin Ruofei, who sat with her arms crossed over her chest, and offered her a casual warning.
"Just drive. I promise you won't have to pay a cent if you wreck it." For all her casual words, a cold sneer echoed in Lin Ruofei's chest. If you so much as scratch this car, I'll make Tingting kick you out for good. Hmph, who asked you to defile my pure, innocent eyes with that filthy body of yours?
It was as if those words had been the very signal Fang Yu had been waiting for. He hesitated no longer, slamming his foot down on the accelerator and sending the car surging forward with masterful, effortless precision. The fiery red blur of the vehicle streaked down the road, stretching into the distance before vanishing entirely from sight.
"Slow down! I'm going to be sick!" A hysterical, frantic shriek rang out from Lin Ruofei in the back seat.
The distance from Yan Ting's villa to Lin Ruofei's home should have been a mere ten-minute drive at most. Yet Lin Ruofei, seemingly on a deliberate whim, had directed Fang Yu to take a far longer, winding mountain road instead.
"Miss Lin, this road is pitch black. Aren't you scared?" The soft, lilting voice of Teresa Teng drifted through the car's speakers as Fang Yu drove, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to watch Lin Ruofei, who sat huddled in the back seat, her body trembling faintly.
The night is dark, the wind is high, he thought to himself, a wicked, lascivious thought rising unbidden in his chest. There's no better time to make a move on a beautiful woman.