55: My car is parked here too.

That decisive, ruthless aura from the meeting, along with that "carrot and stick" management style she just used in the elevator...

Lin Chao muttered inwardly.

Old Liu said she was the big boss's mistress?

But no matter how Lin Chao looked at it, he felt things weren't that simple.

He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and walked out of the office building lobby.

As soon as he stepped out, the blinding sunlight made him instinctively squint.

Not far away, a familiar figure was walking towards the entrance of the underground parking lot.

A beige trench coat, long legs, and a slender waist—who else could it be but Shen Zhixia?

Lin Chao paused.

Well, they'd crossed paths again.

He deliberately slowed his pace and followed behind, maintaining a distance of about ten meters.

Better to avoid trouble; there was no point in going up and making a fool of himself.

One after the other, they walked down the ramp leading to the parking lot in silence.

In the empty parking lot, the staggered sounds of their footsteps echoed.

Shen Zhixia's high heels went "clack, clack, clack," crisp and rhythmic.

Lin Chao's sneakers made a nearly silent "swish, swish, swish."

Just then, Shen Zhixia, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

She slowly turned sideways, her cold phoenix eyes piercing straight through the dim light.

There was a hint of scrutiny and inquiry in her gaze.

Lin Chao's scalp tingled, and he quickly forced a smile he thought looked friendly.

“Director Shen,” he said, bracing himself as he approached, “my car is parked here too.”

Shen Zhixia didn't say a word. She just let her gaze linger on his face for two seconds before turning back to continue walking.

Lin Chao breathed a secret sigh of relief.

Good, he wasn't being treated like a stalker.

He followed for a few more steps, only to see Shen Zhixia stop in front of a parking space.

Coincidentally, that spot was right next to his own.

Lin Chao's feet instantly froze in place.

He watched as Shen Zhixia pulled her car keys from her trench coat pocket and lightly pressed a button toward the sleek maserati nearby.

“Beep beep!”

The cool headlights flashed twice, like a beast waking up in the night.

Shen Zhixia raised an eyebrow slightly, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the car key. Her gaze swept past Lin Chao and landed on the domestic flying fox beside him.

She still didn't speak, but her eyes seemed to say it all.

Lin Chao's face felt hot, and he gave a couple of awkward dry laughs.

“Ha, haha, Director Shen, what a coincidence.”

A luxury sports coupe worth over three million.

A domestic SUV worth about three hundred thousand.

The price difference was more than tenfold.

Lin Chao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Being rich is damn good.

Just then, Shen Zhixia pulled open the door of the maserati.

She was about to bend down and get in.

Suddenly!

Her body suddenly stiffened, and she swayed weakly as if all her strength had been drained away.

One hand clutched her chest tightly.

Lin Chao's pupils constricted!

He had originally planned to wait for the boss to leave before getting into his own car.

But this scene made his mind go "buzz"!

Without a second thought, he lunged forward!

“Director Shen! What's wrong?”

Leaning against the car door, Shen Zhixia's face was as white as paper under her exquisite makeup, completely devoid of color.

There was even a faint, terrifying bluish tint to it.

Her lips trembled; she wanted to speak, but not a single word came out.

Lin Chao grabbed her arm to support her.

Where he touched her, it was bone-chillingly cold!

That bone-chilling cold, seemingly carrying the breath of death, instantly surged through Lin Chao's entire body from his arm!

The first thought in his head was: This is bad!

“Director Shen! Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I'll drive you there right away!”

However, the arm he was holding suddenly exerted force, gripping him tightly.

Shen Zhixia panted heavily, fine beads of cold sweat breaking out on her forehead and dampening the stray hairs there.

She shook her head desperately, while her other hand reached tremblingly toward her Hermes handbag on the passenger seat.

Lin Chao understood immediately.

“Medicine?”

Shen Zhixia nodded with difficulty.

Lin Chao didn't hesitate. He leaned into the car, grabbed the exquisite handbag, and unzipped it.

There wasn't much inside: a wallet, a few lipsticks, and a small white medicine bottle.

This was it!

He quickly unscrewed the cap, poured out a small white tablet, and pressed it into Shen Zhixia's hand.

Using all her strength, Shen Zhixia put the pill in her mouth, leaned against the car door, closed her eyes, and swallowed it with difficulty.

The entire parking lot was deathly silent.

Only her rapid, suppressed gasping remained.

Lin Chao's heart was in his throat.

He stared intently at Shen Zhixia's face, not daring to relax for a second.

This was a typical symptom of acute angina!

This woman was so young; how could she have such a serious heart condition?

Time ticked by, second by second.

About a minute or two passed.

The terrifying bluish tint on Shen Zhixia's face finally faded slowly, and a hint of color returned.

Her breathing also gradually stabilized.

Lin Chao's racing heart finally settled a bit.

He asked softly, “How do you feel? Maybe you should still go to the hospital and get checked out?”

Shen Zhixia slowly opened her eyes. The previous sharpness in her phoenix eyes had vanished, replaced by the exhaustion and vulnerability of a survivor.

She gently pulled her arm back from Lin Chao's grasp.

The movement was light, yet it carried a faint sense of detachment: “It's a chronic issue.”

Her voice was somewhat raspy and weak: “I'm fine now.”

Lin Chao's brow furrowed. “Are you sure? This is no joke; that was very dangerous just now.”

Shen Zhixia shook her head, her gaze returning to its usual coldness.

She didn't look at Lin Chao again, merely whispering, “Thank you.”

With that, she held onto the car door and bent down to sit inside the maserati.

The car door closed with a "thud," separating two worlds.

Lin Chao stood there, watching her profile through the window as it returned to its cold indifference, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He figured that since she was the patient, she must know her own body best.

Since she said she was fine, maybe... she really was.

Being a busybody had never been his style.

Lin Chao gave a self-deprecating laugh and turned toward his flying fox.

He also pulled open the door and sat inside.

Almost at the same time.

“Vroom—”

The maserati's engine gave a beast-like low growl as it pulled out of the parking space first.

Lin Chao also started his car and followed behind, slowly driving away.

After leaving the parking lot, Lin Chao intended to turn right to go home.

But the maserati also had its right turn signal on and turned exactly that way.

Lin Chao let out a surprised “Huh?” in his mind.

What a coincidence?

He didn't think much of it and followed the turn.