1775 A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart Part Twenty
The drivers kept honking at him.
Lu Yinan felt guilty, but he didn’t show it.
The woman outside the car looked as though she wouldn’t budge unless he winds down the windows. Lu Yinan had no choice but to oblige.
“F*ck! You are an a.s.sh*le!”
He opened his window halfway. The woman stuffed her fist right through as she aimed it at Lu Yinan’s face.
Lu Yinan instantly backed away, but he didn’t manage to dodge her fist completely. His spectacles fell and it scratched his right eye. It instantly formed a cut.
He was fair and so the cut was obvious.
He frowned in pain and instinctively used his hand to cover his eye.
Suddenly, the woman bent and put her head in. She grabbed Lu Yinan’s collar and clenched her other fist.
But this time, Lu Yinan didn’t let her succeed. He caught her fist in mid-air.
“Crazy woman! How dare you hit me!” This was the first time that the gentleman and elegant Young Master Lu had lashed out at a woman.
Of course, other than Zhou Shuang.
The woman was slim and frail-looking. And as a woman, there was no way she would win against Lu Yinan’s strength.
Lu Yinan tightened his grip on her wrist as he glared menacingly at the pretty face in front of him. But he couldn’t be bothered with how pretty she was. All he wanted was to smash this woman to pieces right now.
The woman swept her hair aside and she screamed shrilly. “Why did you stop in the middle of the road! Are you trying to die!”
“Get lost, crazy woman!”
Lu Yinan shoved her away. He looked cold and malicious.
The woman stumbled and faltered because of his strength. Before she could gain a footing, she slipped and fell.
They had blocked the rest of the vehicles. And the jam got worse.
Lu Yinan ignored the woman and he got ready to drive off.
‘Slam!’
There was a deafening slam and his car jerked forward. He lunged forward too and he almost hit his head on the wheel.
It was evident that someone had deliberately b.u.mped his car from the back.
“Today is really s.h.i.+tty!” Young Master Lu unfastened his seatbelt in a huff and opened the door.
He was wearing a black Armani jacket with a white s.h.i.+rt, paired with black pants. When he straightened his back, he looked das.h.i.+ng and suave.
He glanced at the red Mercedes behind him.
There was a woman with long curls and she was dressed fas.h.i.+onably.
Lu Yinan strolled towards the car, looking calm. But beneath this facade, anger was surging inside of him.
He saw the terrible dent in his car—the exhaust pipe was damaged and hanging from his car. Not to mention, the taillights or trunk.
It was beyond recognition.
He suppressed the rage inside of him as he sharply eyed the car. The red Mercedes was in bad shape too.
He ma.s.saged his temples and inhaled deeply.
“Are you still a man? You are at fault and you even hit a woman.”
The woman alighted from the Mercedes. She wore a biker jacket paired with leather pants and a pair of stilettos.
She glared at Lu Yinan as she yelled.