Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss - Ch. 8

‘No,’ Su Qiao answered bluntly, pausing her hand and pulling it back.

Although the original body had passed the driving test, the family had always employed a driver, so there really wasn’t much opportunity for her to drive herself.

444 nearly had a heart attack: [……]

You don’t know how to drive, yet you act so recklessly?

And you can say it with such confidence?

“Stop the car.”

Su Qiao decided to have the bastard in front stop the car first, then deal with him.

Hearing the sudden voice from behind, Old Chen gripped the steering wheel even tighter, his knuckles turning white, with a slight tremble.

A drop of cold sweat slid down from his temple, and his lips quivered slightly. “Miss, we can’t park here.”

Su Qiao’s cold, dark eyes glanced at him. She reached out and directly grabbed his neck from behind.

Her crisp, melodious voice carried no warmth: “Die now or stop the car.”

“Miss… Miss, this is a bridge, we really… really can’t stop here.”

Old Chen couldn’t help but shiver, even his teeth were chattering.

Could it be that Miss Su… might have… found out something?

Though he felt sorry for Miss Su, he really had no choice.

His wife had been bedridden for years, needing medical expenses.

His son, after graduating from university, couldn’t even find a decent job.

His daughter was also about to enter college, and every corner of the house needed money.

If he were to die just like that, what would happen to them?

Thinking of this, Old Chen, who had been hesitant, gritted his teeth and resolved himself.

Miss Su, I’m sorry, but I have no choice.

Su Qiao’s expression turned cold, and she was about to strike when suddenly 444 shouted.

[Not good, I just found out, this person already has a terminal illness and doesn’t have long to live…]

Before 444 could finish speaking, almost in an instant, both Su Qiao and Old Chen made their moves.

Su Qiao grabbed onto the car window with both hands, pushed off the seat with her feet, and her slender body jumped out through the open car window.

She rolled a few times and landed on the sidewalk next to the bridge railing.

On the other side, Old Chen shouted, “I’m sorry!” and the car, like a runaway locomotive, sped up crazily and crashed into the right side of the bridge railing.

Bang! Bang, bang!

Several sections of the bridge railing were broken.

In the right lane, a black car following closely behind had no time to brake, skidded, and directly crashed into the rear of the silver-gray BMW.

Old Chen, along with the car, plunged straight into the bottomless river with a splash.

[Host, host, are you okay? Are you hurt?]

444 jumped in panic.

[How could you just jump out of the car without warning? Don’t you know you could have easily been hit and killed? If you died like that, without completing your mission…]

‘Shut up!’

Her head was already dizzy, and her vision was blacking out.

On top of that, her whole body was aching, and this annoying voice kept chattering—it was driving her mad.

Su Qiao slumped on the ground, leaning against the lamppost, holding her forehead with one hand, feeling so sick she wanted to vomit.

As soon as 444 mentioned that the old driver was already terminally ill, she knew there was no room for negotiation, so she made a decisive choice to jump out of the car.

Fortunately, although she had lost her inner strength, her body’s condition was still decent after adjustment.

And with her skills, she didn’t end up falling too badly.

[Are… are you okay?]

Knowing she was in pain, 444 didn’t dare to shout anymore and asked in a small voice.

Then, as if realizing something, it smacked its tiny head: [Right, your leg, how’s your leg?]

It would be a big problem if she ended up crippled right away.

A sharp pain came from her right ankle, and Su Qiao shook her head.