Chapter 30 Mount Fuji is Distant

Two hours ago, Chen Wan set off from the outer ring.

He was on a business trip to the outer ring and needed navigation to get to Polly Bay. As the future largest golden port in terms of throughput for the next decade, Polly Bay was still underdeveloped, especially when coming from the outer ring, where it was sparsely populated with only a few small factories.

Originally, he was the only car on the road, smooth and unobstructed. When passing by the 375 ring road, several chasing cars appeared ahead.

To be precise, it was two large Jeeps surrounding a Sharonmati.

The Sharonmati was being squeezed between the two, swaying back and forth, with the rear trunk and lights already damaged, looking quite battered.

Chen Wan didn’t know the reason and didn’t want to get involved, so he hit the gas to pass them.

As he passed, the Sharonmati flashed its emergency lights at him. Chen Wan ignored it until the headlights illuminated, and he saw clearly that there was a lady sitting in the back seat.

He couldn’t see her face clearly, but her hands were pressed against the window in a plea.

This area was near the sea and still undeveloped, with only the simplest guardrails on the curves. There were often reports of carjackings or accidents where cars fell into the sea.

Chen Wan checked the time, pursed his lips, and slowed down, suddenly making a U-turn, catching the two Jeeps off guard.

He was driving a sturdy car today, built to withstand collisions.

But the two Jeeps were instantly furious, more aggressive than the Rolls-Royce last time, their engines roaring in anger, even recklessly retaliating against Chen Wan’s interference. The two cars squeezed his Volkswagen, breaking the rearview mirror.

Chen Wan felt a massive impact in the driver’s seat, and his phone, flashing with an incoming call, fell from his pocket into the gap.

Damn it, Chen Wan muttered under his breath, his vision blurred, and his breathing became heavier. The headlights were shattered, and on the dark road, he could only steer by instinct.

The Volkswagen and the Sharonmati couldn’t keep up with the Jeeps, so Chen Wan decided to end it quickly.

He rolled down his window, and the Sharonmati’s front and back windows lowered in response.

Chen Wan saw the lady’s face clearly and was momentarily stunned.

There was no time to think. He signaled to the Sharonmati’s driver, who immediately understood and hit the gas. Once they had some distance, Chen Wan yanked the steering wheel, blocking the road.

If the Jeeps were hell-bent on chasing the Sharonmati, Chen Wan’s Volkswagen would definitely be hit and fall into the sea.

But he bet that the Jeeps wouldn’t dare to risk mutual destruction.

Sure enough, the Jeeps slammed on the brakes at the last second, but the Volkswagen still suffered from the impact of inertia. The airbag in the driver’s seat deployed, and the seat belt was pulled to its limit, so Chen Wan wasn’t thrown out, but his head still hit heavily, making a terrifying sound.

Chen Wan saw stars, but without hesitation, he instinctively started the car and sped off.

The Sharonmati had already taken the opportunity to break out of the encirclement and was far away. The two Jeeps knew they couldn’t catch up anymore, but they clearly remembered the license plate of this madman who had appeared out of nowhere.

The Volkswagen escorted the Sharonmati until it entered the brightly lit city area before stopping.

Chen Wan didn’t want to get to know the other party, but just as he was about to turn on the turn signal, the lady from the back seat quickly got out and came to his car window, knocking politely.

Chen Wan had no choice but to lower the window.

The lady was very young and beautiful, still composed and graceful after such a thrilling ordeal, her eyes filled with gratitude as she smiled and said, "Sir, thank you very much for your help just now. May I know your name?"

Chen Wan’s head was still spinning, and as he calmed his breathing, he also smiled, "My surname is Chen."

"Mr. Chen," the lady took out a business card and handed it to him with both hands, "My name is Xu Zhiying, can we be friends?"

She felt the need to make it up to him somehow, but judging by his car and the way he carried himself, he didn’t strike her as someone who needed money. Offering money outright would be rude, so she chose her words carefully.

Chen Wan couldn’t say no to her and could only accept the business card, saying, "Alright."

He added apologetically, "But I don’t have any cards on me, sorry."

"It's okay."

Chen Wan glanced at the business card, which had a subtle fragrance.

The Miss Xu rumored to have returned with Zhao Shengge and engaged to him.

Xu Zhiying had gone alone to check out a promising piece of land that hadn’t caught much attention yet. To keep a low profile, she only brought a driver and planned to go directly to Polly Bay for the evening banquet after the inspection.

The two jeeps that ambushed her were probably Zhao family rivals. Unable to get to Zhao Shengge, they went after her.

They picked the day of the press release banquet to stir up trouble, hoping to create chaos and ruin Minglong’s big moment.

Plus, the Xu family was involved in the Polly Bay project. Even if they didn’t both lose, it could drive a wedge between them, killing two birds with one stone.

Noticing Chen Wan’s pale face, Xu Zhiying asked worriedly, "Are you injured? I’ll take you to the hospital. Your forehead and arm are bleeding—you need to get checked out."

The crash was so intense that even she, in the back seat, felt sick, let alone the driver.

Chen Wan smiled politely and declined, "No need, Miss Xu. I’m fine, really—don’t worry about it."

Noticing her outfit, he offered kindly, "If you’ve got somewhere to be, go ahead."

Xu Zhiying still looked worried, "What about you? Did this mess up your plans?"

She noticed that Chen Wan was dressed to the nines, clearly ready for something important, but after the chaotic battle, his tie was askew, and his collar and cuffs were wrinkled, making him look somewhat disheveled.

But his face was still strikingly good-looking.

Xu Zhiying suddenly felt a deep sense of regret. Perhaps he was on his way to a long-awaited appointment, and she had disrupted it.

Chen Wan, not wanting to trouble others, said, "It's alright. I can reschedule with my friends."

"Maybe I should still take you to the hospital..."

"Really, no need. I’m fine, Miss Xu."

Seeing his firm refusal, Xu Zhiying didn’t insist further but repeatedly emphasized, "Alright, Mr. Chen. If you feel unwell later, please do contact me. I’m not just being polite; otherwise, I won’t feel at ease."

Chen Wan was taken aback. This Miss Xu seemed gentle but spoke with quite a presence. He smiled, "Miss Xu, I’m really fine. Don’t worry."

After Xu Zhiying left, Chen Wan parked the car by the roadside and rolled up his sleeve to check his arm.

Sure enough, there was a wound, and some blood had dried on his white shirt.

He had felt a dull pain earlier, and now a large area was swollen, likely from the sharp turn he made to block the jeep, hitting the window.

There were some abrasions on his forehead, not noticeable unless looked at closely, but his head felt heavy and confused.

Covered in dust and looking disheveled, he couldn’t attend the banquet. Chen Wan sighed wearily and helplessly.

Watching Xu Zhiying's retreating figure as she hurried to the banquet, Chen Wan felt a mix of envy and regret.

Mount Fuji was far away, and he wouldn’t make it there.

The Volkswagen parked on the roadside looked like a giant beast in the night, its engine hot and wheezing. The large screen above the traffic light had just finished airing an observatory report and switched to financial news.

After the speech by the director of Minglong, Zhao Shengge's face flashed by. Even official media didn’t dare to linger on him for too long.

Chen Wan couldn’t make out his expression but spotted the ring on his hand. The camera flashed too quickly for Chen Wan to even see which finger it was on, but he knew that Zhao Shengge had never worn a ring before.

The oncoming car turned on its high beams, shining directly into Chen Wan's eyes, causing sudden sharp pain.

Maybe it was the act of personally delivering the rumored rival to the person he liked, or maybe the Jeep collision had really messed with his head, but Chen Wan briefly lost his usual composure.

However, his irrationality was kept strictly within the bounds he set for himself.

Honestly, it was a bit of a relief. Miss Xu was an excellent person, the kind of woman even a secret admirer like him would admire, and she was a good match for Zhao Shengge.

Chen Wan was glad he’d turned the wheel around.

His temple ached, and Chen Wan just closed his eyes to rest. During the twenty minutes in the dark car, Chen Wan slowly pieced together the fragments within himself, gathering enough strength to drive to the hospital.

At Poly Bay.

When Sharon Matty arrived at the front door, the surrounding media were already snapping photos.

Despite the earlier turmoil, Xu Zhiying remained elegant and composed. After stepping out of the car, she ignored the reporters calling out "Miss Xu" and gracefully entered the banquet hall.

Her mind was preoccupied with serious matters. After briefly greeting acquaintances, she found Zhao Shengge's secretary and requested to see him.

Zhao Shengge said he was busy.

"..." Xu Zhiying was both amused and annoyed, thinking the other party’s professionalism left something to be desired. She could only directly inform the secretary about the earlier incident, "I suspect it was someone from Hong Qi. Tell him to investigate as soon as possible."

Hong Qi was the leader of White Crane Hall and had escaped the previous hurricane and thunderstorm operation.

This time, Zhao Shengge quickly allowed her into the VIP lounge. Xu Zhiying greeted him, "Mr. Zhao."