Chapter 827: Bo Chengcheng Vs Jiang Yeqing
The gathering came to an end quickly.
As though it was a prior agreement, everyone seemed sober although they had all been drinking.
Bo Chengcheng was driving, hence she had not touched a drop of alcohol.
Initially, she had wanted to send Cheng Su back, but now that Bai Yuan had volunteered for the job, she was ready to head off alone.
Yang Dawu looked at Bo Chengcheng’s lonely figure, and oddly felt some stirrings in his heart for this woman whom he’d only just met.
These stirrings were very subtle. It was as though he had feelings for her, but it could be sympathy, or something else.
He found himself walking towards the woman.
Coming up behind Bo Chengcheng, he patted her shoulder gently. “Hi, Miss Bo.”
Bo Chengcheng was swinging her car key in her hand as she walked along. When she turned around and saw Yang Dawu, she was clearly surprised. “What’s up?”
“It’s late and my phone is out of battery. I don’t have any cash on me. Is it convenient for you to give me a ride home?” Yang Dawu noticed Bo Chengcheng sizing him up and smiled, revealing a row of sparkling white teeth. “Anyway, it seems to be on the way.”
“Where do you live?”
“Shi Qiao.”
Bo Chengcheng nodded. “It’s on the way indeed. Get in then, at least we have company.”
“Alright!” Yang Dawu did not expect it to go so smoothly. He smiled and hopped into the front passenger seat.
Bo Chengcheng watched as he quickly buckled his seat belt and smiled at her foolishly.
Like a gleeful fool.
Strangely, Bo Chengcheng found this loutish man of 1.9 meters rather adorable. She smiled and quickly started the car.
When the other rascals saw Yang Dawu’s move, they were all stunned.
“What was that?”
“Is the vice-captain getting hitched?”
“No, no, no!” Gu Mingye shook his flushed face. “Bo Chengcheng is married… to Jiang Yeqing, no less. Is Old Yang tired of living?”
“Rubbish!” Ma Lin interrupted Gu Mingye with a serious expression. “Old Yang knows his limits. Maybe he’s really just hitching a ride. Don’t you know what kind of person he is? If he’s capable of any sleek moves, would he still be single today?”
“True, that.” Gu Mingye was convinced and nodded. “Let’s go home!”
They had been driving for a while. The car was awkwardly quiet.
After asking Bo Chengcheng’s permission, Yang Dawu wound down the window. The cold wind rushed in, sobering them up.
Qiao Shi was quite far from the city. It would take at least half an hour to get there.
Yang Dawu sat in the car, trying to find something to say to break the silence.
He smiled at the rear view mirror and tried to look friendly. Then, he turned around and asked, “I heard you’re married?”
Both hands on the steering wheel, Bo Chengcheng glanced at him with a half-smile and replied, “Yes, married.”
“I heard that your husband is Jiang Yeqing. He’s a force to be reckoned with. Back then, he even made things difficult for our Chief. It’s not a bad thing to be married to him.”
Bo Chengcheng laughed when she heard this. “Really? Even you are saying that.”
Yang Dawu thought there was something strange about her tone. He turned to look at her.
Under the hazy night sky, the street lamps cast mottled shadows over them. As the car cut through the cold night air, the light washed over them like moving sheets, obscuring her expression like a thin veil.