ABHL 08

Chapter – 08

He shouldn’t have said so much—he clearly asked her first, but now it seemed like he was answering himself.

Chu Yihan glanced sideways. The car interior was dimly lit, but she could just make out his features. His side profile was sharp and defined, with a straight nose, thin lips, and a prominent Adam’s apple. In the hazy night outside the window, he looked like a captivating silhouette in the dark.

She didn’t dare look for too long, afraid of being caught, and answered his earlier question seriously: “I believe you.”

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, replying nonchalantly, “Hmm.”

It’s better if he spoke less—words can lead to trouble, and he didn’t want to end up in an awkward situation.

Chapter 7: Saying Goodnight, Liking Him

As the car neared Yun Yue Bay residential complex, Chu Yihan asked him to stop.

The driver immediately pressed the brake and brought the car to a steady halt by the roadside. He turned to look at the passenger. “Do you want me to drive it into your garage?”

He was being overly generous.

“No need, I can walk in myself.” Chu Yihan unfastened her seatbelt and said, “You drive my car home.”

Jiang Yu was taken aback—he hadn’t expected her to be serious. “Are you really okay with me driving it?”

“Yes.” She was completely fine with it—she just didn’t want him not to take it.

Seeing this, Jiang Yu didn’t hesitate. He didn’t have to wait for his driver at home anyway.

Chu Yihan grabbed her bag, ready to get out. “Thanks for tonight.”

Suddenly, Jiang Yu’s deep voice stopped her. “Hey… Chu Yihan.”

“Hmm?” She paused, turning to look at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“When will you need the car tomorrow? I can have my driver bring it over.”

Hearing this, she wasn’t sure if she should compliment his thoughtfulness. If he had sent the driver, she wouldn’t have asked him to drive her car tonight.

“No need for that. I’ll pick up the keys at the club after work tomorrow.”

“Okay.” If he had nothing else, he basically went to the club every day. He paused briefly, then casually said, “Let’s exchange contacts. Send me a message before you come, so you don’t make a wasted trip.”

Chu Yihan’s lips curved slightly, holding back her excitement. She calmly took out her phone and let him scan her QR code.

Jiang Yu looked at the avatar on her screen. It was taken at the seaside during sunset, where she wore a soft yellow off-shoulder sweater revealing a white strap underneath. The sunlight fell on her, casting a warm golden glow.

Beautiful and atmospheric. If he hadn’t met her tonight, he might have thought it was a stock photo.

Back in her spacious apartment, Chu Yihan grabbed a nightdress from the wardrobe and went to the bathroom for a bath.

Her home had a master bedroom, a guest room, a converted office, and a jewelry room.

The jewelry collection at home even surpassed what she had in her store. Professionally, she wore different pieces depending on her outfit—it was a necessary step before leaving the house.

Lying in the bathtub, her curves hidden beneath thick white bubbles, she lazily grabbed her phone and opened WeChat, scrolling to the top of her contacts.

His avatar was his black Bugatti “Black Night,” with just a single dot as his nickname and only a few posts—videos and pictures about racing, none of his face.

The latest post was a week old—a photo of a championship trophy, likely from the F1 race he’d won.

It seemed the title was highly prestigious. For someone with his skills, this wasn’t likely his first trophy.

After bathing and skincare, she leaned against the headboard and sent him a message:

[Did you get home?]

He had sent her home, so checking in was natural.

He replied two minutes later, simply: [Yes.]

[Good.] She then sent a goodnight emoji.

This time, he replied immediately: [Hmm.]

The girl on the bed pouted slightly—at least a goodnight reply would have been nice.

She exited WeChat, not responding further. She liked him, but she wouldn’t reveal it too soon or try to curry favor.

Pandering doesn’t earn equal return; it only drives people away. Her proud and confident demeanor was her most attractive quality—not pretending to be humble or endearing.

Blindly fawning is self-abasing. Loving wisely is approaching with dignity.

Chapter 8: Being with Him

The next day.

Chu Yihan had just reached the second floor when the door next to her office opened. Ye Yuer hurried to her side. “Yi Yi, you promised to call me when you got home. Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid I’d disturb your rest.” Chu Yihan pushed open her office door. “I got home close to 1:30.”

Ye Yuer followed, closing the door behind her. “So late? The club isn’t more than half an hour from your place.”

Squinting, she asked curiously, “What were you doing with Jiang Yu all that time?”

Chu Yihan set her bag on the desk, walked to the water dispenser, and poured a glass. She leisurely recounted everything from last night.

Ye Yuer was astonished. “Wow, you’re good—you even got Jiang Yu to take the initiative to ask for your contact.”

She stared at her left-hand neighbor. “You like him, right? How do you stay so calm around him?”

She really wanted to learn this skill—facing the person she liked would normally make her nervous, constrained, and overly careful.

Chu Yihan took a gentle sip of water. “I’m calm on the outside, but inside, I’m still very stirred.”