C170 – Driving for Su Ming
“Turn off the cara first,” Su Ming said with a smile. “100,000 fans? I bet there are barely a couple hundred people tuning into your stream, right?”
The female strear’s face flushed with anger at being called out, but obediently, she switched off the cara.
“The big spender’s got a point!”
“Don’t turn off the cara! The rich guy looks pretty handso.”
“This strear is such a joke!”
“She has the nerve to claim she’s famous.”
“There’s probably just around a hundred people watching her stream, if that.”
The strear’s irritation soared as she read the comnts.
“Hey! Would you all zip it? I’m your strear, rember?”
“Where’s the moderator? Ban them from comnting!”
Moderator: “I can’t do that. If I ban them, your stream will be a ghost town.”
“Now even the moderator’s not taking her side.”
“Strear, why so overconfident?”
“You barely have an audience, and now you want to silence us too?”
Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle at the strear’s frazzled state.
“It’s sweltering out here. Co sit in the car for a bit.”
He opened the car door, then suddenly recalled he’d been drinking.
Driving under the influence was a cri, and Su Ming prided himself on being a law-abiding citizen.
“Oh, can you drive?” he asked, blinking innocently.
The strear looked puzzled. “Yes, I can drive. Why?”
“Perfect. You can drive ho. Saves the trouble of finding a ride-share.”
Su Ming settled into the passenger seat and shut the door.
The strear blinked, rooted to the spot in disbelief.
What in the world?
She didn’t recall agreeing to drive Su Ming anywhere.
Is this how all wealthy people act?
“What? I…”
She blinked again, her words faltering.
“Co on, get in. What are you waiting for?” Su Ming called out, a hint of bewildernt in his voice as he rolled down the window.
“Alright.”
She nodded ekly and climbed into the car.
“They’re on the move!”
“What’s going to happen next?”
“Do rich people really get to do as they please?”
The comnts only heightened the strear’s anxiety.
Was Su Ming planning sothing?
“Car keys.”
Su Ming tossed the keys into the strear’s hands. “Drive carefully, okay? I don’t want any disturbances while I’m sleeping.”
The female strear was perplexed.
He was planning to sleep?
Her mind flashed back to that stormy night. Alone in a room with Su Ming, nothing had happened.
She was attractive, so why didn’t Su Ming show any interest?
Could Su Ming be into guys?
“What’s with that look?” Su Ming asked, catching the puzzled gaze of the strear. “Don’t overthink it. I’m just not into you. And just so you know, you won’t get paid for driving. But feel free to stream from my car, cara and all.”
He stressed the point deliberately.
As expected, the strear bristled at his words.
But she had no choice and revved up the car.
Su Ming watched, slightly taken aback.
She could handle a sports car like this?
Driving a sports car isn’t like driving a regular vehicle; it takes special training. Yet, here she was, maneuvering the Hennessy Venom GT with ease.
She was no ordinary strear, but Su Ming didn’t pry or dwell on it.
“Pretty impressive!”
“Poor strear, overthinking things.”
“She really is unfortunate.”
“We can never predict the boss’s thoughts!”
“Maybe she should just beco a professional driver.”
Initially, Little Strear was tense, worried Su Ming might have other intentions.
Turns out, she was worrying over nothing.
Su Ming, having drunk alcohol, was in no state to drive. Finding a substitute was a hassle, so he had her drive instead.
“Alright, you know where I live. Let’s hit the road.”
Su Ming glanced at the ti. The pears should be ripe, ready for a fruitful harvest.
He was also curious to check out the breeding zone.
Realizing she was indeed just a stand-in driver, she rolled her eyes.
But the opportunity to stream from the car was too good to pass up, so she kept quiet. To her viewers, she boasted, “Ladies and gentlen, welco to the interior of the Hennessy Venom GT. Isn’t it the epito of luxury and cool?”
“Alright, let’s hit the road!”
She fired up the engine. Su Ming settled into the passenger seat, closing his eyes for a quick rest.
“Ease up on the brakes, will you? Take it slow.”
Midway through the journey, Su Ming warned, “Watch it. I might just leave you a bad review.”
Annoyed by his comnt, she retorted, “Got it!”
Despite her impatience, her driving did beco noticeably smoother.
Su Ming appeared to doze off in his seat.
Before thirty minutes had passed, they had reached their destination.
Su Ming stirred awake right on cue.
“Thanks for your efforts.”
Su Ming gave a nod, adding, “I’ll be sure to call on you as my driver in the future.”
“I’m not so stand-in driver; I’m a strear!”
“You’re not just a strear; you’re Little Strear!”
“You!”
“See ya!”
With that, Su Ming exited the car, leaving a fuming Little Strear behind.
She hadn’t expected Su Ming to be so adept at getting under soone’s skin.
“Little Strear seems really ticked off.”
“Poor Little Strear got picked on.”
“The boss sure took off in a hurry.”
“Little Strear was so self-assured, but the boss didn’t spare her a second glance.”
Reading these comnts, Little Strear was seething, yet powerless to respond.
Biting back her frustration, she stord off.
Su Ming chuckled to himself as he watched her go.
He made his way into the orchard, examining a pear tree.
The fruit was ripe, though the tree bore only pears.
No diamonds or other treasures were to be found.
Could it be that pears, like fennel, possessed unique properties?
Curiosity piqued, Su Ming blinked.
He approached a pear tree and plucked a fruit from its branches.
The scent of the pear was enticing.
After giving the pear a thorough wash, Su Ming sank his teeth into it.
“Deliciously sweet!”
Su Ming’s eyes lit up, savoring the delightful flavor of the pear.
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