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Chapter 1270 - 877 Full Liability (4k)_2

Chapter 1270: 877 Full Liability (4k)_2

"Ran Ran, are you still worried about Shu Rui’s debt? In the future, it’ll be paid off easily and in one go."

Xu Siyi’s perspective seemed to have shifted.

Perhaps she used to consider finding a wealthy second-generation heir, but now she’s realized—why rely on a man? Doesn’t she have the capacity to live the life she desires through her own abilities?

Running a business means that disagreements are unavoidable in partnerships.

At that moment, a phone rang.

It was Guo Ran’s phone.

"I’ll take this call."

She apologized softly, then stood up, pulled out her phone, and walked to the side.

Xu Siyi began persuading Zheng Jingjing.

"Chen Ge seems to be back?"

Bai Zheli glanced at Li Shuru.

Li Shuru nodded.

"Sorry, I have to leave first."

Shortly after, Guo Ran finished her call, clutching her phone and looking hurried.

"What’s wrong?"

Zheng Jingjing looked curious.

Guo Ran hesitated, but seeing as none of the people present were outsiders, she didn’t hold back: "Qu Jing’s colleague called me and said he got into an accident while delivering food. I have to go see him."

An accident?

"Is it serious?"

Zheng Jingjing immediately asked in concern.

"I’m not entirely sure." Guo Ran said anxiously, "I need to go."

"I’ll go with you."

Zheng Jingjing stood up quickly.

"I’ll drive you both."

Li Shuru also got up.

"Senior Bai, we’re leaving now."

Of course, Xu Siyi wouldn’t stand idly by.

Bai Zheli nodded and stood up to see them off.

They left the office, went downstairs, and Li Shuru drove the three women to the scene of the accident.

"Ran Ran, don’t worry—it’ll be fine. If something serious happened, the hospital would’ve called you by now."

Zheng Jingjing, ever straightforward, offered her reassurance with no filter.

"I’ve warned you before, told you not to let him deliver food anymore. It’s such a dangerous job," Xu Siyi said from the front passenger seat, turning her head back.

With Guo Ran’s dividend income, she could easily support a man.

"I talked to him, but he didn’t listen."

"Why doesn’t he listen?" Zheng Jingjing asked, puzzled. "Delivering food is exhausting; why wouldn’t he just take a break?"

"Male pride."

Xu Siyi understood men well and stripped the issue down to its core.

"Tch, all about image! You’re a couple; is pride really that important?" Although this wasn’t the right moment to say it, Zheng Jingjing couldn’t help herself. "If you fall down, you rest, readjust, and get back up again. Why does Guo Ran have to push himself like this when he’s clearly not starving for cash?"

Her words didn’t seem impulsive—it must have been bottled up inside for a while. But Zheng Jingjing wasn’t entirely blunt; the last sentence she held back.

The key point was: delivering food for a month wouldn’t make much money, even if it was exhausting.

"If you look at it from a man’s perspective, it’s different," Xu Siyi commented.

"Is pride really such a big deal?" Zheng Jingjing thought of a certain legend from her school. "Why can Senior Jiang seem so unbothered by it?"

Senior Jiang.

If Jiang Chen were here and heard her calling him that, he’d definitely feel more satisfaction than hearing "Mr. Jiang" from regional leaders.

Even Xu Siyi couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, and so did the usually quiet driver, Li Shuru.

"Shu Rui, am I right in what I’m saying?"

Sitting behind the driver, Zheng Jingjing leaned forward against the back of the driver’s seat.

"Actually..." Li Shuru paused briefly. "He’s prideful too."

The accident site wasn’t far from Tianci Capital.

After twenty minutes.

The Pallamela stopped.

Through the car window, Li Shuru saw that traffic police had arrived.

A food delivery e-bike had been moved to the side of the road, visibly damaged from a crash.

Parked nearby was a Ferrari.

A fashionable young man leaned against the car door, casually smoking, creating a stark contrast to the anxious Qu Jing talking to the police.

Onlookers gathered, pointing and whispering.

"Ran Ran, he should be okay," Zheng Jingjing reassured.

Qu Jing wasn’t seriously injured.

"But it looks like he hit a Ferrari," Xu Siyi added.

"That Ferrari doesn’t look familiar to me."

"SF90. It’s already discontinued. On the second-hand market, it’s worth less than ten million now." Xu Siyi, well-versed in such matters, explained succinctly.

"Oh, ’less than ten million,’ huh."

Guo Ran opened the car door and jogged over.

The others followed and stepped out quickly.

The accident had occurred not on a main road but on a small street without traffic lights. It must’ve been a case of racing for position or some other cause that led to the collision.

"Qu Jing."

Guo Ran ran to her boyfriend’s side.

The SF90’s owner glanced at the beauties, then at the Pallamela, his eyes briefly lighting up with surprise before lazily puffing on his cigarette, his lips tugging into an even more dismissive smirk.

Well now.

Even food delivery guys have connections like this.

No wonder they’re so cocky.

"Why are you here?"

Qu Jing turned around, surprised.

"Brother Xiao called me."

Standing nearby was another delivery rider, older in age, explaining the situation alongside Qu Jing to the traffic police. This must’ve been "Brother Xiao."

Qu Jing realized and awkwardly offered a smile to the group of women.

"Were you hurt?"

Guo Ran looked him over, her concern evident.

This was the difference between men and women.

Exposed to the embarrassment and helplessness before the crowd, Qu Jing’s heart suddenly warmed with gratitude, his smile softening.

"I’m fine."

"What happened?"

Zheng Jingjing asked quickly.

"Please don’t interfere with official business."

The traffic officer gestured for them to step aside.

"I’m his girlfriend."

Hearing this, the traffic officer looked surprised. His gaze shifted curiously between Guo Ran and the striking group of women, then explained: "Your boyfriend rear-ended someone’s car. He’s fully liable."

"I happened to pass by when it happened. Officer, I witnessed the whole thing—Qu Jing was driving normally. That guy kept honking behind him, but the street was so narrow, Qu Jing had no way to let him pass. When they reached the intersection, Qu Jing made way, but then the guy overtook him and deliberately blocked Qu Jing to brake suddenly. Qu Jing couldn’t avoid hitting him—that’s why it happened."

Brother Xiao quickly explained the situation clearly.

"But was it a rear-end collision?"

The officer asked sternly.

Brother Xiao fell silent.

"Traffic regulations state that rear-ending places full liability on the car behind. There’s no need for further explanation—prepare for compensation."

Clearly worn out by their persistence, the officer spoke impatiently.

The Ferrari SF90 wasn’t seriously damaged—only the rear bumper had scratches, and there was a minor dent in the back end. However, for a food delivery rider, bearing full liability for compensation was nothing short of a catastrophe.

But the officer couldn’t factor such issues into his role—his duty was to enforce the law.

"Still not settled?"

The Ferrari owner tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, then crushed it under his shoe.

"It’s finished. You may leave now,"

The officer’s tone softened significantly when addressing the Ferrari owner. His once-stern face instantly broke into a smile.

That’s what you call "police-public harmony."

"He can’t leave!"

Brother Xiao, the fellow delivery rider, immediately raised his voice. "Rear-ending might mean full liability, but what about hitting someone? He deliberately forced him into an accident, and after stopping, he slapped Qu Jing without reason. Shouldn’t there be consequences for assaulting someone?"

Hearing this, Guo Ran’s expression changed. She looked at her boyfriend. "Did he hit you?"

Qu Jing forced a smile but said nothing.

Though Qu Jing was well aware of his girlfriend’s income, his stubborn pride kept him delivering food—a testament to how fiercely he clung to his dignity. But now reality had crushed that pride into pieces.

"How dare you hit someone?!"

Having pieced together the story, Zheng Jingjing spoke, furious and glaring at the Ferrari owner.

The other man remained aloof, even smug, his scornful expression brimming with a sense of superiority born from his social standing. "Watch your words—you need evidence for claims like that. Which of your eyes saw me hit him?"

"I saw it! I can testify!"

Brother Xiao declared firmly.

"Tch."

The Ferrari owner scoffed, his sneer dripping with contempt. "Trying to extort me? Fine, go for an injury assessment. Once the results show compensation is warranted, I’ll pay."

He then looked at Qu Jing. "No wonder you’re so cocky. Well, well—these days, even food delivery guys can live off women."

Qu Jing stayed silent, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Often, individual effort is insufficient to preserve one’s dignity.

Because society doesn’t allow it.