Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 500 I get carsick! Ugh!

Ye Fan took a deep breath, unleashed his trump card, and his expression was incredibly "sincere" and even tinged with "shame":

"Well... the main problem is... I can't drive!"

"..."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

The aloof woman's mocking smile froze completely, her red lips parted slightly, as if she had been choked by this overly "simple" reason.

Not a good kid? Is this guy an idiot?

A million grass mud horses galloped through her mind.

Hmph, trying to trick me?

No way!

Will you go on a crazy car chase with me?

I'd rather 'rac the car' with you in bed! At least the safety factor is higher... Ye Fan was secretly pleased, but maintained a harmless expression on his face.

Of course, he would never dare to utter that last, more vulgar, and inappropriate remark.

The woman was clearly enraged by Ye Fan's unyielding attitude.

She took a deep breath, her full breasts heaving, and said again, "Then get in my car."

The breathtaking arc made Ye Fan glance at it subconsciously, and he inexplicably blurted out:

"I...I'm dizzy...dizzy from milk...oops! No! I'm carsick! Yes! I'm terribly carsick!"

"Milk sickness?" The woman's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, filled with unbelievable sharpness and impending rage.

She finally realized that this seemingly respectable guy was definitely playing her!

Without another word, she stepped forward and her racing-gloved hand gripped Ye Fan's wrist like an iron clamp!

The force was so great that Ye Fan had no chance to break free.

Her voice was icy cold: "Motion sickness, huh? Fine! Throw up in my car if you want! Now, get in!"

The unquestionable command was accompanied by a powerful pull, and Ye Fan was caught off guard.

Alarm bells rang in Ye Fan's mind!

The woman had a slender and well-proportioned figure, even slender, but her hand, gloved with racing gloves, was like a steel clamp with incredible strength, gripping his wrist painfully!

As he was being dragged along, he stumbled and cried out in exaggerated surprise, "No! Sister! Let's talk this out! Don't get physical!"

Are you kidding me?! You think I'd risk my life on the racetrack with a crazy woman like you?

If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! I'm only just beginning to enjoy my wonderful life, my billions in assets, and all those beautiful women I've had!

He roared inwardly, desperately using his feet to break free from the deadly pull.

An Qi clearly hadn't expected Ye Fan to struggle so fiercely and stubbornly, like a slippery eel.

She paused, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Her cold gaze swept over Ye Fan's face, which was filled with the expression "I'd rather die than submit." Then, with a hint of impatience and disdain, she abruptly turned her head, her sharp, knife-like eyes precisely locking onto Wu Shaojie, who was hiding behind a modified Hummer and peeking around furtively not far away!

"Wu-Shao-Jie!" An Qi's voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick, carrying a penetrating power and an unquestionable sense of command, clearly piercing through the noise of the arena.

Wu Shaojie, whose name was mentioned, felt a shiver run through his body, as if he were being targeted by a venomous snake.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, no longer daring to hide. He practically scrambled over, bowing and scraping, and said, "Hey! I'm here! Sister Qi! You...you were looking for me?"

That obsequious and respectful demeanor was exactly like that of a little devil who had met the King of Hell.

An Qi glanced at him coldly, then gestured with her chin towards Ye Fan, who was still trying to pry her hands off: "Did you bring this person?"

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! That's right!" Wu Shaojie nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Ye Fan! My best buddy! He's a really good guy, really! A model citizen!"

He tried to ease the tension by labeling himself a "good kid".

From Wu Shaojie's undisguised fear in his eyes and his slightly trembling voice, Ye Fan instantly understood the terrifying weight of the "Sister Qi" in front of him.

Holy crap? Just who is this woman?

What could possibly make the fearless Wu Shaojie so timid, like a mouse before a cat?

The alarm bells in his mind instantly escalated to air raid sirens!

"Ye Fan..." An Qi's red lips parted slightly, and she repeated the name with amusement, her gaze falling back on Ye Fan with scrutiny.

Immediately, she looked at Wu Shaojie, her tone calm yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression:

"Wu Shaojie, listen up. If he doesn't agree to run this lap with me today..."

She paused deliberately, a cold, emotionless smile curving her red lips: "Well then, Xiao Jie, you decide what to do!"

Wu Shaojie could no longer care about anything else and pulled Ye Fan away from An Qi's hand. This time, An Qi took the opportunity to let go and leisurely crossed her arms.

Wu Shaojie pulled Ye Fan a few steps away, turned his back to An Qi, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Brother! My dear brother! I'm begging you! Just go for it! Get in the car! Hurry up and go for a ride with her!"

"This old lady is someone no one can afford to mess with! If she gets really ruthless, I can't handle her!"

Ye Fan was also taken aback by Wu Shaojie's sudden and violent reaction. He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Just who is she? Why is she so arrogant?"

Wu Shaojie explained in a low voice, "Oh dear! Now is not the time to go into details! Simply put, she's the heiress of the Pacific Capital Group!"

"Pacific Capital?" Ye Fan frowned even more, frantically searching his memory for the name. The image of a massive yet low-profile financial behemoth instantly surfaced.

But he still subconsciously asked to confirm, "Pacific Capital?"

Wu Shaojie said, "Oh my! It's that behemoth that controls more than thirty groups, spanning finance, real estate, shipping, and technology, with industries all over the world, and consistently ranking among the world's top 500!"

"Even if she's the daughter of a powerful family, she can't bully others like this!"

Wu Shaojie grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder, leaned closer, and whispered in a low voice, a wry smile on his face, betraying his lingering fear:

"Brother, you've really wronged Sister Qi! She would never bully anyone just because of her family's power! That's low-class stuff, she wouldn't stoop to that!"

Ye Fan was taken aback, even more confused: "Then why did she drag me to the race like she was kidnapping me right away? And why did she look so fierce?"

He paused, his tone somewhat complicated: "Although she is quite strong, I was mainly afraid of hurting her if I used too much force, which made things difficult for me!"

"And all of you, running faster than rabbits, what are you so afraid of her for?"

Wu Shaojie sighed, his gaze drifting to An Qi, who was leisurely stretching her wrists and neck, making a slight cracking sound, not far away. He lowered his voice and explained:

"The fact that she immediately challenged you to a race is indeed a bit...unique. But Lao Ye, you have to trust me, she really doesn't mean any harm! It's just that she's...stubborn!"