Chapter 01

When the phone rang, it was exactly eight oclock in the evening. Han Jinshu had just finished photorejuvenation for the last customer of the day.

In theory, this entry-level skin care project can be easily done by any regular doctor, and Han Jinshu doesnt need to get started at all.

But Han Jinshu was in a good mood today.

So when she was humming a little tune and tapping the beat as she passed by the treatment room, and heard the original therapist Qin He talking on the phone about an emergency at home, she pushed the door open and waved her hand calmly, asking Qin He to leave work early and let herself take over.

The guest lying on the treatment bed was a middle-aged aunt. After hearing the conversation between Han Jinshu and Qin He, she subconsciously looked at Han Jinshu a few times.

This girl was bare-faced, with a clear mind and beautiful bones. Her skin was white, her eyes were clear and bright, and under her tall and small nose was a pair of lips that were born to love to smile. Her hair was black and fluffy, and she tied it behind her head and it curled into a playful high ponytail.

With this amazing amount of hair and this beautiful face without makeup, she looked like a young girl. Even if she was wearing a formal white coat, it was hard not to question her professionalism.

Seeing that Qin He was really leaving, the middle-aged aunt was immediately unhappy and frowned, saying, "Doctor Qin, Im doing facials here, and youre the one who does all the work for me. Suddenly you give me a young intern..." As she spoke, the middle-aged aunt glanced at Han Jinshu with a hint of meaning, "Im afraid its not a good idea, right?"

"Intern?" Qin He was shocked and her eyes widened when she heard it, and she reminded in a low voice, "Sister, what are you talking about, this is our Dean Han, the most skilled person in the hospital."

The middle-aged aunt was stunned: "Dean?"

"Hello, maam, Im the chief dean and boss of Shengshi Medical Beauty Center." Han Jinshu smiled professionally at the middle-aged aunt, "Im happy to serve you."

*

The hospital corridor was brightly lit.

Qin He walked out of the treatment room, took off her white coat casually, and changed back into her casual clothes. A colleague saw her and asked in surprise, "Dont you have another customer? Its over so soon?"

"Dean Han heard that my child had a little fever, so she asked me to go home first and she would help me with the operation." Qin He said casually. After she changed her clothes, she seemed to remember something, and there was a little more suspicion between her eyebrows, "Dont you think that Han Yuan seems to be in a particularly good mood this week?"

"He hums songs every day and treats all employees to milk tea. He must be in a good mood."

"Why?"

"Your first day at Shengshi? Do you even need to ask this?" The colleague looked around and said in a low voice, "It must be that Han Yuans husband flew abroad again."

Qin He was puzzled: "Whats there to be happy about when the husband flies abroad?"

"Who can guess what the boss is thinking." The colleague shrugged and teased in a rhythmic tone: "In short, according to my observation, as long as the husband is not around, Han Yuan is like a hunter who encounters a golden leopard - smiling."

*

After the 25-minute photon treatment, the middle-aged aunt was still holding a small square mirror and looking at herself, admiring her face that had regained its vitality. Han Jinshu greeted them, took off her gloves and mask, turned off her phone, and left.

It was already dark, and only the third floor of the inpatient department was still lit in the entire Shengshi Medical Beauty Center. When the nurses on duty saw Han Jinshu, they all smiled and said "Hello, Director Han".

Han Jinshu smiled and exchanged a few words with the nurses, and then returned to the directors office on the top floor alone.

She walked into the lounge, took off her white coat and the casual shirt and white trousers inside. The moment she turned around, the floor-to-ceiling window with colorful neon lights reflected a figure wearing only a vest and shorts - a beautiful clavicle under a swan neck, a wasp waist and hips, and straight long legs.

Han Jinshu was still humming a song, changing clothes while turning on the phone screen and calling back the missed call just now.

As soon as the call was connected, an extremely noisy noise came from the receiver, with screams, conversations, whistles, and the hum of racing engines.

Han Jinshu turned his head away in disdain, "Hello."

There was a male voice on the other side of the receiver, between a young man and a teenager, shouting at the top of his lungs, like a broken gong: "Han Jinshu! Where are you? Everyone is waiting for you!"

"I worked overtime." Han Jinshu put one foot into his shorts and stepped on the ground with the other foot. He jumped twice with an unstable center of gravity and took the time to make an estimate: "From the city center to Fulong Mountain, I will drive faster, it will take at most 40 minutes, right?"

The person on the other end of the phone was dumbfounded: "My eldest lady, you knew you had a game tonight, but you still worked overtime? 40 minutes is not just on time, you are simply..."

The eldest lady was too lazy to listen to the nagging, and poked the red dot at the bottom of the phone screen with her little finger, and hung up the phone with a click.

Huh! The world is quiet.

After changing clothes, Han Jinshu took a photo in front of the French window.

A tube top with hot pants. Well, she is so beautiful.

Han Jinshu was very satisfied with her hot girl look, curled her lips, picked up the car keys and turned to walk to the hospital parking lot.

*

As night fell, the dignified and solemn Galaxy City in the daytime seemed to have turned into a fairy, with buildings as the background and neon lights as the makeup, opening the curtain of nightlife for this prosperous city that is one of the best in the country.

A top-of-the-line Audi R8 was speeding on the highway.

This is Han Jinshus most low-key car, which is only used for daily work. Although it is a commuter car, she loves cars and plays with cars. She still spent a lot of money to coat the body with a layer of matte mocha brown, and also pasted a customized diamond doll pattern on the side of the door of the cab, which is her favorite Lina Bell.

The light of the street lamps interweaves into pieces of light and shadow, rapidly retreating outside the car window.

It was a weekday. If Han Jinshu got off work at a normal time, the traffic out of the city would undoubtedly be so congested that he would doubt his life. So he worked overtime to avoid the evening rush hour. Han Jinshu was very happy and couldnt help but praise his wit.

It was exactly forty minutes since Han Jinshu hung up the phone when the Mocha Brown R8 drove into the Fulongshan Moshi International Raceway.

Moshi Raceway is located in Fulongshan, north of Yinhe City. The predecessor of this track was a super-large military airport. After it was abandoned, it was reused by the government and built into a racetrack to host the Supercar Championship.

In addition to independent teams and professional racers, this Supercar Championship also has many non-professional racers registered to participate.

Han Jinshu is one of the non-professional drivers and was assigned to the non-professional group.

The annual Supercar Championship is undoubtedly a top feast for racers and luxury car lovers. The huge auditorium area was packed with people, and the screams and whistles almost lit up the entire night sky.

The stadium was full of modified supercars of various colors. Following the announcement of the broadcast, the drivers drove their cars and rushed into the track.

The preparation area and the locker room were also bustling.

Han Jinshu changed into her racing suit, zipped up and walked out of the womens locker room, and a voice sounded behind her, saying: "Thank God! Miss, you are finally here!"

Han Jinshu turned around and saw a tall boy pushing through the crowd and walking towards her.

The boy was about 21 or 22 years old, handsome and tall, named Liang Yingnan, a talkative little fan, and Han Jinshus cousin.

The celebrity circle in Yinhe City was so small that most of the rich second-generations knew each other. Liang Yingnan also loved cars and even created a WeChat group to gather the rich second-generations who liked supercars together. Seeing that this little cousin has the same hobby, she was also pulled into the group.

Han Jinshu usually doesnt talk much in that group. The reason is not that she is aloof, but unlike a group of second-generation rich people who are too idle to eat company shares and play with luxury cars, Han Jinshu has her own independent career, and it is quite successful.

She is exhausted from work every day, and after get off work she just wants to lie down and pretend to be dead. Is the game not fun or the CP is not good enough? Where can I find the energy to brag about business with a group of WeChat netizens?

Han Jinshu asked, "Have you driven my racing car?"

"Dont worry, sister, how could I forget this." Liang Yingnan said excitedly, "Ive asked everyone in the group to come and cheer for you! And I just looked around, and there seemed to be few girls in the entire stadium. Cousin, you are really cool!"

"Just know that Im cool, be low-key." Han Jinshu reached out and patted the little brother on the shoulder, smiling confidently: "You can still praise me after I win the award."

*

A few minutes later, the professional group competition was over, and the stadium broadcast notified the non-professional group players to prepare.

Han Jinshu put on the helmet calmly, and with a cool engine sound wave, she drove the car onto her own track.

The audience immediately burst into screams. Liang Yingnan stepped on the stool and shouted: "Han Jinshu! You are the best! You! Are my god!"

Seeing this, the friends and relatives in the WeChat group also whistled and applauded.

Han Jinshu smiled calmly at the audience, and then raised her eyebrows confidently, and then heard a gunshot.

Her eyes were stern, and the car rushed out like a king.

Just two minutes later, there was a loud "bang" on the track-

Liang Yingnan was stunned: "."

WeChat friends and relatives were dumbfounded: "."

Two minutes later, comrade Han Jinshu stood aside wearing a helmet. Looking at the car in front of her that had just entered the corner and was smashed to pieces by her, she fell into deep silence.

The McLaren F1 car she had just bought at a huge cost had just been airlifted from London less than a week ago, and the engine alone was 9 million US dollars.

Heartache and pain!

There was another driver next to Han Jinshu, who was very young, with a head of silver hair, and chewing a piece of gum in his mouth. At this time, the silver-haired rich second generation looked at his beloved car that was deformed by the collision, and was so annoyed that he wanted to swear.

He turned his head to look at the side. The driver who smashed his beloved horse was not tall, small, and slender. He was wearing a helmet, so he couldnt see his face clearly.

This group of second-generation rich people have always relied on their familys power to be arrogant, and they have bad tempers and dont take anyone seriously. The silver-haired brother thought that this was a novice who had just started to play with cars, and cursed: "Fuck you..."

Before he finished speaking, the dwarf spoke, with a crisp and soft voice, saying: "Im sorry, I was distracted just now and the steering wheel was off."

The silver-haired brother was stunned. He didnt expect the other party to be a woman, nor did he expect the other party to be so friendly.

Han Jinshu continued to say politely: "How much is your car? I will compensate you at the original price."

The silver-haired brother sneered and said disdainfully: "Little sister, have you graduated from college? You havent been playing with cars for a long time? Do you know what kind of car this is?"

Han Jinshu glanced at the sports car and replied, "Ferrari."

"Ferrari 251GT limited edition, only 100 units sold worldwide." Silver-haired brother sneered, "You cant buy it even if you have money, how can you compensate me?"

Han Jinshu was about to speak when he heard the phone in his pocket ring.

Han Jinshu took out his phone and looked at the screen. The caller ID showed a four-character note: bed warming tool.

Han Jinshu: "..."

Han Jinshus five fingers holding the phone unconsciously tightened a little, and three seconds later he reluctantly picked up the phone: "Hello."

"Where is it?"

Two extremely clean and concise words. The voice was cold and low, and the tone was condensed with a cold and hard metallic texture, like a glacier flowing in the night sky. Mixed with a trace of barely perceptible fatigue.

Han Jinshu paused for a moment, with an uncertain tone, "Youre back?" Whats going on? His assistant told her that she would be gone for at least three weeks because of the huge workload.

Its been less than two weeks, and hes back? Oh my god, whats up? Whats up?

Han Jinshu felt like she had a myocardial infarction.

The other side of the receiver was indifferent. Obviously, it was because she didnt answer the question.

Two seconds later, Han Jinshu glanced at the poor little McLaren and the even more pitiful little Ferrari in front of her, and finally gave in and answered obediently: "Im in Fulong Mountain, Moshi Racing Circuit."

Beep.

A busy tone came, and the other side had coldly hung up the phone.

*

It was already half past ten in the evening, and a cold moon like a boat hung in the sky. The racetrack was still playing a real version of "Fast and Furious", and the emotions of the audience and drivers rose to the extreme with the sound waves of supercars, noisy and lively, boiling and shaking the earth.

Two scrapped supercars were towed aside.

Han Jinshu felt hot, took off her racing suit and stood next to the car to drink soda. After drinking, she felt bored, so she took out her mobile phone and played a sheep.

The silver-haired brother and his two companions were also waiting here. Since Han Jinshu took off her helmet, their eyes have never left Han Jinshu. One reason is that she is indeed beautiful and has a good temperament, with her hair loose, and a hot, charming and lazy figure. The other reason is that they think she looks familiar.

It seems that I have seen her somewhere before...

The silver-haired brother and his companions frowned and recalled, but they couldnt remember for a moment.

The companion with earrings whispered: "Who is this pretty girl?"

"I dont know."

After a while, the silver-haired brother became impatient and looked at Han Jinshu and said: "Say something, what do you mean by letting us wait here with you..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from not far away, with a clear and gentle voice like a spring breeze, respectfully saying: "Sorry, the airport is far away, miss has been waiting for a long time."

The silver-haired brother turned around and saw that the person who spoke was tall and elegant, wearing a well-made suit. Blonde and blue-eyed, of European descent, but spoke Chinese quite fluently.

Han Jinshu raised her eyes and subconsciously looked behind the handsome European man, but the familiar figure was gone.

The blond handsome man noticed the mess beside Han Jinshu, and without even moving his eyebrows, he said naturally: "Miss, let me handle this."

Han Jinshu glanced at him and nodded in praise: "Assistant Fran is getting smarter and smarter."

Fran smiled warmly: "Thank you for the compliment, Miss. After all, the boss said that if you didnt get into trouble, you wouldnt tell him the address."

Han Jinshu: "."

Han Jinshu was stuck for three seconds and smiled: "Then where is your boss?"

Fran said: "Waiting for you in the lounge."

Han Jinshu said no more, threw the empty Coke bottle to Fran, politely said "Help me throw it, thank you" and turned away.

Fran walked straight towards the silver-haired brother and the others and said, "Hello, I am here on behalf of my boss to negotiate compensation with you."

The silver-haired brother was suspicious: "Who is your boss?"

Fran smiled distantly, "Mr. Yan Du, CEO of the Yan Group."

*

The Yan family is a multinational consortium and a century-old family with a long and magnificent family history.

The familys ancestors were native Chinese Yuncheng people. In the early years of the Republic of China, the Yan family traveled across the ocean to Europe and made their fortunes with the help of the industrial revolution. After several financial storms that swept the world, they still stood firm and were as stable as Mount Tai. In the last century, the reform and opening up, the Yan family gradually moved the focus of development back to China in response to the needs of the country. In just a few years, it quickly opened up the inland market with thunderous momentum and was recognized as the first wealthy family in the upper class.

Han Jinshu walked to the rest area of ​​the racetrack in his flat shoes.

The Supercar Championship, as the name suggests, is an exclusive game for the rich circle. The rest room at the racetrack is also divided into several parts. The VIP room is at the innermost side of the rest area. Han Jinshu had been there before. It is an independent room comparable to a five-star hotel suite, and is only for the most distinguished guests to rest.

She walked straight to the door of the VIP room and looked up. The door was ajar, and it was dark inside, and there was no light on.

Han Jinshu secretly took a deep breath, raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly, with two clangs.

A voice came from inside, the voice was low and cold, very pleasant, and it moved peoples ears like a breeze. Unfortunately, it was so cold that there was no human touch at all, only one word: "Who."

Han Jinshu cleared his throat: "Its me."

There was a silence inside, and then he said: "Come in."

Han Jinshu pushed the door in and closed it with his backhand.

It was September, almost golden autumn, and the air conditioner was clearly not turned on in the VIP room, but the temperature was obviously one or two degrees lower than outside.

The air was filled with a lingering smell of tobacco. Han Jinshu raised her eyes, and with the moonlight outside the window, she saw a man sitting in the darkness.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, straight as a picture, almost blending into the dark colors around him. Two overly slender long legs wrapped in black trousers, overlapped in an aristocratic and elegant posture, sitting in a casual and casual manner, with a tall body leaning against the sofa, cold white skin, eyes slightly closed, resting.

The cold moonlight vaguely illuminated the mans face, his facial features were very deep, his contours were clean and neat, and full of aggression.

Han Jinshu puffed up her cheeks.

He was obviously very quiet, silent, as if he had fallen asleep. But the invisible pressure and strong aggression in the air seriously disturbed her magnetic field.

Han Jinshu was a little annoyed.

It was really a ghost. Every time she faced this person, she felt scared from the bottom of her heart.

On the other side, the man slowly opened his eyes when he heard her enter the room.

He was a man who was resolute and ruthless, but he had a pair of passionate and cold peach blossom eyes. His eyes were dark and he looked at her directly. His eyes were cold and calm, explicit and straightforward.

Han Jinshu was flustered by being looked at. He pretended to be calm and lifted his hair and sat next to him.

Yan Du followed her to sit down and looked at her lightly.

The beauty was dressed coolly, with a black one-shoulder tube top. Her thick black long curly hair fell like seaweed, draped over her bare white shoulders. The combination of purity and desire was just right, bright and enchanting.

The air was quiet for several seconds.

Han Jinshu thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative to explain: "I just made a mistake in the game and hit a limited edition car. I guess the compensation will be a bit too much. And the car I bought last week was also scrapped. If possible, please..."

Yan Du: "Ill pay you back?"

Han Jinshu paused, "Is it about right?"

Yan Du raised his eyebrows slightly, and his fingers slowly circled around her black hair to play, "This attitude makes people not want to agree."

Hearing this, Han Jinshu was silent. Then, she secretly inhaled and exhaled, and then turned her head as if she had made up her mind, stretched out her hands, and intimately held his neck.

For the first time tonight, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes and look directly at Yan Du.

Those cold and bright eyes were dark, sinister, and unfathomable.

Han Jinshu gritted her teeth and leaned close to him, her breath was like orchid, the corners of her mouth were curved, and honey suddenly appeared in her two dimples, and even her voice was deliberately twisted.

She said softly, "My husband hasnt been home for so long. I miss him so much. My car was damaged. Please pay for it. Thank you."

Yan Du still didnt respond.

The next second, he hooked his hand around Han Jinshus slender waist and directly held her on his lap, his posture was indescribably familiar and intimate.

The fake smile mask on Han Jinshus face and all her limbs froze at the same time.

She: "..."

?

Its over. Did she act too much?

Help!

Yan Du pinched Han Jinshus chin with his fingers and lifted it up. Then he lowered his eyes and slowly swept his sight across the girls naked clavicle shoulders, and saw the two arms that were connected to the bottom were white, like the best snow lotus roots, thin but not dry, and revealing a bit of plump flesh.

Han Jinshus heart tightened, and all the hairs on his back stood up. He gritted his teeth and stood still.

Then, she heard the man speak lazily and said in a deep voice: "Love letter, you are not obedient at all."