However, her tears were of no use to Ming Han. "Father Ming Han, it’s so late, it’s not safe for her to be outside alone, why not give her a lift?" Yun Ya suddenly spoke up. Zhu Yangyang turned her head and looked at Yun Ya with gratitude. Yun Ya smiled at her. With Yun Ya interceding, Ming Han fell silent, started the car, and drove out of the underground parking garage. As the car exited the hotel’s underground parking, a slender figure stood by the road, her long dress lifting slightly in the night breeze, adding a touch of elegance and softness to the night. Ming Han’s eyes flickered, and he slowed the car down. "It looks like Sister Ruan, is she waiting for a ride? Father Ming Han, how about giving her a lift as well?" Zhu Yangyang’s expression cooled a few degrees. The car slowly stopped beside the person, with Yun Ya’s smiling face appearing through the half-lowered window: "Sister Ruan, are you waiting for a ride?" Ruan Ming’s eyes flickered, unconsciously looking towards the driver’s seat, reflecting a blurred silhouette of the man. "I...." She seemed too embarrassed to speak. Yun Ya said with a smile, "Sister Ruan, let Father Ming Han take you home. After all, Sister Zhu is also going back. One more won’t make a difference, and one less won’t make us miss anyone." Zhu Yangyang gripped her purse tighter. Ruan Ming pursed her lips and took a seat as suggested. There was a silence inside the car. Yun Ya spoke a few words to Ruan Ming and then suddenly said, "I saw the news the other day about Sister Ruan getting married soon, congratulations." Ruan Ming was startled, her instinct was to look towards the front seat, noticing that Yun Ya was staring at her. She subtly withdrew her gaze and placed it on her lap, her hands clenching slightly, and she smiled shyly: "Thank you." Zhu Yangyang interjected: "Childhood sweethearts, it took many years of pursuit to finally win her over." Ruan Ming furrowed her brows, wanting to say something, but ultimately it turned into a long sigh. A car followed not far behind. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI(F)ire.net They arrived at Ji Family Manor, and Yun Ya opened the car door, waving to Ming Han. "Father Ming Han, see you another time, Sister Ruan, Sister Zhu, goodbye." With those words, he exited the car. The car turned around on the spot and quickly disappeared at the end of the road. Yun Ya curved his lips and walked inside. "The address?" Ming Han asked coldly. Zhu Yangyang muttered softly, "Chunjing Hotel...." Ming Han glanced sideways, remaining silent, but his intent was clear. Ruan Ming bit her lip and spoke softly, "You can drop me off at the subway station. I’ll take the subway home." Ruan Ming clenched her fists, "Happy Dongting...." She was a Jiangzhou native and had her own house in Jiangzhou. Passing Chunjing Hotel on the way to Happy Dongting was convenient. Zhu Yangyang furrowed her brows and glared at Ruan Ming in secret. Wasn’t this giving Ming Han and Ruan Ming a chance to be alone? She quickly smiled, convincing herself that nothing would happen between Ming Han and Ruan Ming. Without a word for the rest of the journey, the car stopped at the entrance of Chunjing Hotel. Zhu Yangyang hesitated for a moment, then, facing Ming Han’s increasingly impatient expression, she opened the car door and stepped out. "Thank you for tonight, I’ll treat you to a meal when I have time...." She hadn’t finished speaking when the car door slammed shut and the vehicle sped away like an arrow released from its bow. Zhu Yangyang stomped her foot in secret, pulled out her mobile phone, and made a call, demanding, "Did you get everything clearly?" "Don’t worry, Sister Zhu, you’ll be satisfied." Zhu Yangyang smiled smugly, the corner of her mouth hooked in triumph. A black sedan suddenly brushed past her, the suddenness startling Zhu Yangyang and causing her to retreat a large step, her high heel twisting slightly, nearly causing her to fall to the ground. Seeing the back of the fleeing car, she cursed, "In such a hurry to reincarnate, huh...." Ye Wenxing, catching a glimpse of the woman’s livid figure reflected in the rear window, curled his lip in disdain, pressed the accelerator, and chased after the lead Skoda. The car’s interior quieted down. Ruan Ming bowed her head slightly, her hands on her lap clenched and then released. The scattered lights from outside the window fell on her side face, creating a mottled and hazy effect. Her long eyelashes trembled, mirroring the turmoil in her heart at the moment. The fifteen-minute drive felt like an eternity to her. When they reached the entrance of her neighborhood, Ruan Ming, holding her purse, said softly, "Thank you." She pushed the door open, in a hurry to get out of the car. "Do you still live here?" The man suddenly spoke, looking up at the old residential complex in front of him, a relic from the ’80s and ’90s, weathered and timeless, tucked in the corners of the city, bearing witness to its rise and prosperity. Ruan Ming paused, then realizing what he meant, she said quietly, "This is the house my parents left me." Then she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It’s late; you’ve had a long day too. Go home and rest well."