CHAPTER 18 (PART 2)

But Dong Jiayu wasn’t finished. Her voice carried a trace of irritation. “And you also said you saw her meeting privately with Zhao Qiuying. Hmm? Where are the photos? Not a single one you can give me? How do you expect me to help you like this?”

Ding Xuan clenched her teeth, recalling the gossip she had overheard that day, and inwardly cursed.

Who does Dong Jiayu think she is?

Isn’t she still juggling between a few men, trying desperately to marry into the Cheng family but failing no matter what?

But Ding Xuan didn’t say any of this aloud.

Instead, she said, “The photos will come soon. Oh, and Jiang Su’s commercial might end up being a disaster…”

Dong Jiayu immediately hung up.

If she weren’t afraid that Cheng Yue and Zhao Qiuying would notice her methods, she wouldn’t have to be this cautious.

Turning around, Dong Jiayu waited for the commercial that Ding Xuan had mentioned.

Jiang Su was like a thorn lodged in her heart. At first, it was small, but now it had grown so large that she couldn’t pull it out.

She felt a creeping sense of panic—panic that Cheng Yue might find out how, back then, she had made those suggestive remarks in private, pushing Jiang Su into despair and madness.

Why didn’t Jiang Su die that time when she jumped into the river?

…

When Jiang Su arrived at the shooting location, she followed the stylist’s instructions and changed into a blue slit dress that perfectly accentuated her waistline. A string of gemstone ornaments around her waist jingled softly as she moved, radiating an air of elegance and sophistication.

The Wu Dang Fei car was parked right there.

The photographer guided her into a few poses.

…Boring.

Jiang Su thought to herself.

Yan Yucheng walked in just in time to see Jiang Su sitting on the hood of the car. Her wide skirt spread around her like a blooming flower, enveloping her figure, revealing her slender, fair legs…

The way she sat there made it seem as if she was the true treasure being auctioned off.

Yan Yucheng paused for a breath, casually choosing a seat without disturbing her.

The photographer took several shots but still couldn’t capture the desired effect, his brows gradually furrowing.

“Try moving around a bit…”

So Jiang Su started walking around the car, shifting poses.

The photographer frowned. “Is your expressiveness a bit lacking?”

Jiang Su: ?

She lifted her gaze, her eyes icy cold. The moment the photographer met her stare, he involuntarily shivered.

Photographer: “Hey, you—”

Jiang Su interrupted, “It’s your concept that’s terrible.”

The photographer was about to snap back.

But then, Mr. Zhong interjected, “Miss Jiang, do you have a better idea?”

The photographer scoffed inwardly.

What kind of idea could a mere decorative model possibly have?

Jiang Su said, “Isn’t this supposed to be a dynamic shoot? Then let’s film it while driving.”

The photographer sneered. “You mean just driving down a tree-lined road? Don’t you think that would be too bland?”

Jiang Su: “Why would we go to a tree-lined road?”

The photographer countered, “Then where do you suggest?”

Jiang Su tilted her head slightly in thought. “The main selling points of this car are its horsepower, fuel efficiency, and braking performance, right?”

“Hmm.” Mr. Zhong nodded in satisfaction. It showed that Miss Jiang had at least read the brief.

Jiang Su continued, “Where would be the best place to showcase these features?”

Mr. Zhong: “Where?”

Jiang Su: “A race track.”

Mr. Zhong raised an eyebrow. “You want to shoot at a racing club?”

Jiang Su shook her head and walked forward, her gown swaying behind her as if it were blooming.

Her voice was calm, but what she said was shocking.

“A mountain road.”

Yan Yucheng’s expression darkened. He immediately stood up.

Mr. Zhong’s eyes, on the other hand, lit up.

A mountain road.

Many rally races chose mountain roads as their courses. At the same time, in real life, many drivers inevitably had to navigate mountain roads.

Filming in such a setting would not only highlight the car’s performance but also align with real-life driving experiences, reinforcing a sense of safety and control. It would visually communicate the idea that with this car, even rough and dangerous roads could be handled with ease.

Mr. Zhong said, “That’s a fantastic idea. We’ll pay you a creative fee for it. However… it’s too dangerous. You’re not a professional race car driver. How about this? We’ll get a professional driver, and you can sit in the passenger seat.”

The photographer thought the idea was reckless, but he couldn’t openly criticize it—after all, when he first heard it, his adrenaline had spiked too.

“Luxury car, beautiful woman, professional driver, mountain road… This combination is thrilling,” a staff member nearby couldn’t help but remark.

Yan Yucheng, however, looked grim. “No.”

There were countless racing accidents every year…

Jiang Su simply said, “Go find one first.”

She wasn’t the type to entrust her life to someone else.

She wouldn’t be sitting in the passenger seat.

It seemed Mr. Zhong had considerable influence. He quickly made a phone call, and soon after, they were taken to a section of a mountain road on the outskirts of the city, which had been temporarily cleared for the shoot.

Yan Yucheng glanced down at the road—

Below the mountain road was a river, which, to some extent, reduced the level of danger.

But accidents could still happen.

Yan Yucheng’s face darkened. “Forget it. Just don’t shoot this ad.”

Jiang Su was firm. “No.”

Yan Yucheng gritted his teeth. “You could easily shoot other, much simpler commercials… Why insist on this one?”

Jiang Su replied casually, “Pays more.”

Yan Yucheng paused, feeling both frustrated and amused.

Damn, she was really obsessed with money.

Just as he was about to say something else, a racing team approached. Even those unfamiliar with the racing world would recognize this as the renowned Equation Racing Team.

Their captain had already won numerous domestic and international championships by the time he was twenty-six.

A car door opened.

A group of people stepped out, led by a young man dressed in a racing suit, holding a helmet in his hand. He had thick eyebrows, sharp features, and an intense gaze. Standing in front of Mr. Zhong, he radiated an undeniable presence.

He asked, “Who am I taking?”

Mr. Zhong pointed at Jiang Su.

The man walked over and frowned slightly.

So delicate and frail—she better not start screaming in his ear once they hit the road.

“Let Lao Jin take her instead,” he said.

Mr. Zhong spoke up, “You drive more steadily…”

The man frowned, about to protest further.

But before he could, Jiang Su looked at him with a calm, detached expression and said, “You don’t have to take me.”

The man replied, “Mm, alright then.”

Jiang Su added, “You’ll be chasing me.”

The man froze, staring at the girl’s delicate yet stunning face, and instinctively took a half-step back.

What kind of shameless thing was that to say?

Yan Yucheng’s heart also skipped a beat. His voice turned grave. “No.”

Jiang Su ignored him. “You drive a car and follow behind me.”

The man: “…?”

Follow her?

The man: “…Oh.”

So, he had overthought it.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, he agreed instinctively.

With the number of fans he had both domestically and internationally, he had assumed she was another admirer.

But Mr. Zhong suddenly recalled something Jiang Su had said on a previous show. He turned to look at her, quietly impressed.

He lowered his voice and asked, “Miss Jiang, do you have a driver’s license?”

“Yes.”

Her original self had even failed twice before finally passing.

Mr. Zhong hesitated.

Meanwhile, Jiang Su had already kicked off her high heels and slipped into the disposable backup shoes meant for the shoot. Without hesitation, she opened the door of a nearby car and got in.

She really intended to drive herself?

Yan Yucheng’s face changed, and he rushed up to knock on the car window. “Jiang Su, get out!”

“This isn’t a joke!”

Jiang Su turned her head and lightly pushed his hand away.

For a brief moment, Yan Yucheng felt warmth against the back of his hand—spreading all the way to his chest.

Jiang Su said casually, “Wait here.”

Then, she beckoned to the young man. “Keep up.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed the accelerator. The gust of wind lifted her hair as she sped off.

The young man let out a short laugh.

Ha.