Chapter 405 — Let Me Give You an Idea

"In one word — are you going to teach me to street race or not?" Feng Xiaoxiao demanded with a snort.

"I don't know how to street race." Wei Zhao shook his head. "I only got my license this month. Look, if you don't believe me."

With that, Wei Zhao pulled out his driver's license and set it down in front of Feng Xiaoxiao.

Feng Xiaoxiao was somewhat at a loss for words. She glanced at the issue date on the license — sure enough, it was from this very month. But she did not believe a word Wei Zhao said. Being able to drive did not necessarily require a license!

"Fine, Wei Zhao. Just you wait!" Feng Xiaoxiao said venomously.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao did not take her words seriously in the least.

"Little Sister Xiaoxiao, how did it go? Did you take care of that thing Wei Zhao?" Zhong Yongliang was in fact more impatient than Feng Xiaoxiao herself. He had wanted to ask her earlier whether she had made any progress, but since Feng Xiaoxiao had not come to him, he had not dared seek her out. Now that she had come to him of her own accord, of course he had to ask at once.

"How could it be that easy? That thing won't bend to either soft or hard tactics!" Feng Xiaoxiao said hatefully. "Do you know any of his weaknesses?"

"That... I'm not too clear on that either..." Zhong Yongliang thought to himself: if I knew his weaknesses, would I still be waiting for you to take him down? I'd have taken care of him myself.

"Then what do you think could be used to coerce Wei Zhao?" Feng Xiaoxiao pressed on.

"Coerce?" Zhong Yongliang was startled, not quite understanding why Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to coerce Wei Zhao rather than teach him a lesson. "Little Sister Xiaoxiao, what are you going to coerce him into doing?"

"Into achieving a certain goal, obviously. Why ask so many questions? Do you know or don't you?" Feng Xiaoxiao frowned with some impatience, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic further with Zhong Yongliang.

"As for coercion... I really can't think of anything offhand... How about I go home and think it over, then tell you?" Zhong Yongliang hesitated for a long while and still could not come up with anything.

"Fine, then go on back!" Feng Xiaoxiao was exasperated. How was it that Zhong Yongliang knew nothing about anything? Naturally, she had no hope that he would come up with a plan once he got home either. It seemed this one was useless.

"Boss, what's her deal?" Kang ** asked Wei Zhao in a low voice, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Who knows. Something wrong with her nerves. I ran into her once before at the snack street — she tried to box my car in with hers, so I shoved her aside, and then she started demanding I teach her to street race..." Wei Zhao explained, exasperated.

"I see. Still, boss, you're a lucky dog!" Kang ** said enviously. "How come no pretty girls ever come looking for me?"

"Do you want me to tell Xiaofen?" Wei Zhao asked with a smile.

"No... don't tell her. I was only fantasizing!" Kang ** shook his head hastily. "Oh, right, boss — why don't you ask me whether my parents said anything about Xiaofen after I went home yesterday?"

"If you had brought up the company first, they probably wouldn't have asked about Xiaofen again. And if you hadn't mentioned the company, then given the situation yesterday, you couldn't have parted from Xiaofen anyway... so it makes no difference whether they said anything or not..." Wei Zhao analyzed with a smile.

"Boss is boss, all right — right on the mark! Yesterday I did talk about the company, and sure enough, they stopped meddling in me and Xiaofen!" Kang ** nodded, rather excited. "But boss, I read business management books all night last night and I'm still in a fog — there are so many technical terms I don't understand."

"If you could master it all in one night, then the world would be full of entrepreneurs." Wei Zhao shook his head. "You have to do things step by step. You can't get fat on a single bite."

"True enough. I was being impatient..." Kang ** agreed.

"The main thing now is getting into university. Best if Xiaofen goes to the same school as you do. I wonder how solid her foundation is?" Wei Zhao suggested.

"I've actually never asked her that. Tell you what, I'll text her in a bit and see what she thinks," Kang ** said.

As the two were talking, Feng Xiaoxiao walked in. Kang ** gave Wei Zhao an ambiguous smile and turned his head away.

Feng Xiaoxiao returned to her class, pondering how to teach Wei Zhao a lesson and force him to teach her to drive, but for the moment she could think of no way. She could only stop provoking him, and so she and Wei Zhao settled into a cold war.

She ignored Wei Zhao, and naturally Wei Zhao did not take the initiative to acknowledge her either; he was glad of the peace.

Feng Xiaoxiao racked her brains over what could be used to coerce Wei Zhao. Her earlier notion of using the relationship between Gu Mengyao and Wei Zhao as a bargaining chip had clearly come to nothing — it was plain that Wei Zhao truly did not care. She could only think of another way.

Just as she was pondering, the phone in her pocket buzzed twice. Feng Xiaoxiao fished out her phone and was rather surprised to find that the message was from Zhong Yongliang.

"Little Sister Xiaoxiao, I just talked it over with Gao Xiaofu. If you want to coerce Wei Zhao, you could go to the restroom and snap a few photos of him. That ought to work, right?"

After reading the message, Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up at once. That was a good idea. So she replied: "Fine, you go take them!"

Me? Zhong Yongliang stared at the message in his hand, caught between laughter and tears. He thought: if I dared take them, would I have let you do it? If I went into the restroom to photograph Wei Zhao, wouldn't he beat me to death?

"I don't dare. I'm afraid of getting beaten up! But I can keep watch for you." Zhong Yongliang replied with a thoroughly shameless text, making Feng Xiaoxiao's teeth itch with hatred. It seemed she would have to do it herself.

When the time came, if Wei Zhao would not submit, she would threaten to send his photos to Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, and to that commoner campus beauty too — and see whether he lost face or not!

Though men were thick-skinned in certain situations, Feng Xiaoxiao did not believe Wei Zhao would have the nerve to let those girls see him taking a piss...

Yes, it was decided! Feng Xiaoxiao swung her fist, her resolve fixed.

One class period passed, and Wei Zhao did not go to the restroom, which left Feng Xiaoxiao, all prepared, rather depressed.

Another class period passed, and Wei Zhao still had not gone to the restroom, which depressed her even more. She could not help saying: "Wei Zhao, why don't you drink any water?"

"Why would I drink water? And besides, whether I drink water or not, what business is it of yours? Aren't you minding an awfully wide territory?" Wei Zhao gave Feng Xiaoxiao an irritated look.

"Uh... it's hot in summer, that's all. I was only being kind, reminding you. Fine, don't drink, then. Hmph!" Feng Xiaoxiao turned her head away and ignored Wei Zhao.