Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon's Reluctant Love-Chapter 45 - : The moment their eyes met, Ming Yao’s scalp instantly went numb.

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The moment their eyes met, Ming Yao’s scalp instantly went numb.

Ming Yao cursed under her breath.

Not daring to waste any time, she got up, changed clothes, and applied makeup.

She just hoped she could arrive at the Tube Building ahead of time, otherwise it would really be hard to make up excuses.

She shouldered her bag and hurried out the door, hailing a taxi to the Tube Building in the city’s downtown.

The taxi driver was cautious and careful driving at night, unable to pick up much speed.

Ming Yao furrowed her brows, “Master, let me drive, and I’ll pay you double the fare afterward.”

The driver glanced at the plainly-dressed, unremarkable Ming Yao, “Can you drive?”

Ming Yao nodded, “I guarantee there will be no accidents.”

The driver, half-believing and half-doubting, yielded the driver’s seat to Ming Yao.

He had just buckled his seatbelt in the passenger seat when the car zoomed off with a whoosh.

Shifting gears, revving the engine, braking, steering—the ordinary car, in Ming Yao’s hands, was like little different from a race car.

There’s a narrow and dangerous Mountain Road leading into the city from the suburbs. Ming Yao didn’t slow down in the least, threading through the mountains like a dragon.

The driver clutched the armrest, his face turning pale.

“Miss, you’re driving too fast, it’s very dangerous.”

Ming Yao showed no panic, her eyes calm and collected, “Master, for me, this is slow.”

The driver, “…” Almost flying, and it’s still slow?

He hadn’t expected this girl to be so wild, which really didn’t match her appearance!

The car quickly reached the downtown area and got onto the fly-over, where, instead of slowing down, it sped up even more.

Even though it was nighttime, there was still quite a bit of traffic.

The taxi weaved recklessly through the flow of cars.

Each time the driver thought they were going to collide with the car in front or beside them, she would quickly and timely swerve away.

The driver watched the driving girl in a daze, the half-open car window letting the outside wind in, her hair flying about. Her face was plain, yet it held a unique charm.

Arrogant yet serene, brash yet lazy, like a female commander on the battlefield.

The car was her soldier, invincible under her command.

Normally it would take over forty minutes from the suburbs to the city, yet this girl made the trip in twenty minutes, one can only imagine how fast she was driving.

With lightning speed, she pushed the car to its limits, giving the driver a taste of what it feels like for a regular sedan to sprint like a race car?

There’s a long, narrow passage in front of the Tube Building that cars can’t enter.

After parking the car, Ming Yao scanned a QR code to transfer the fare to the driver.

“Thank you, master,” said Ming Yao as she quickly got out of the car.

Watching the girl sprint towards the Tube Building, the driver sighed, “Truly a woman like the wind!”

Looking down at the payment record, he was stunned.

It should have cost no more than two hundred, but she transferred two thousand to him?

She must have added an extra zero by mistake?

Seeing her simple dress, she didn’t seem very wealthy. It must have been a transfer error, right?

The driver quickly grabbed his phone and ran after Ming Yao into the alley.

Upon reaching the Tube Building where she rented, Ming Yao took out a mirror and straightened herself up.

Taking a deep breath and about to head upstairs, a low and chilly voice broke the stillness of the dark night, “Gu Fuzhen?”

The man emerged from the darkness, and the moment their eyes met, Ming Yao felt a tingling on her scalp.

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She calculated the time: it should take at least twenty-plus minutes to get here from Imperial Garden. How had he arrived early?

Before Ming Yao could react, a white Meatball sprang out of the man’s arms, racing towards her.

When it jumped into Ming Yao’s arms, her hands trembled under its weight.

“Meow, meow, meow~”

Ming Yao patted Little Snowball’s head, a smile curling at her lips, “You need to lose weight.”

“Meow, meow, meow~” Mommy, I fasted all day today; I’ve already lost two ounces, no need for dieting.