Chapter 101: Moving Against the Flow (Added to Bookshelf to Avoid Losing Track)

Hua Tianyu saw through the rearview mirror that Wei Xueying’s brows furrowed, sensing that the sudden situation ahead had made her increasingly anxious.

The road ahead had four lanes in total—two lanes in each direction. Hua Tianyu’s lane was the one closest to the center divider.

At that moment, a thunderous honking erupted from the lane ahead, growing louder as it approached. Then, vehicles began to veer right, slowly merging into the outer right lane.

Traffic was already crawling at a sluggish pace, and the slower the speed, the harder it was to change lanes and cut in. As a result, Hua Tianyu’s car hardly moved forward at all for a full five minutes.

What was going on in his lane? Hua Tianyu found it baffling.

After about ten minutes, the cars ahead finally inched forward a bit. Hua Tianyu noticed a driver sticking his head out of the window, probably wanting to shout, but before uttering a word, he quickly withdrew it again.

Only when that driver’s car slowly merged into the right lane did Hua Tianyu get a clear look—there was a silver Hummer driving against traffic in Hua Tianyu’s lane.

The silver Hummer had obvious modifications: a black tungsten steel grille guard at the front, off-road tires several times more exaggerated than stock ones, and three powerful spotlight-like headlights on both the hood and roof.

Hua Tianyu guessed the modifications alone would have cost no less than a hundred thousand yuan.

Apparently, the lane opposite them was completely at a standstill, prompting the Hummer to cross the double yellow lines and drive against traffic in their lane.

As for the slow-moving flow in this lane, it seemed not to factor into the Hummer’s reckoning at all.

Most of the deafening honking came from this vehicle, with the rest from the cars it forced to change lanes.

Wei Xueying also spotted the Hummer. Clearly, someone driving such a high-displacement imported car was either extremely wealthy or influential.

Glancing at the license plate—66888—that explained why the others had no choice but to yield.

A car like this, paired with such a number plate, revealed the owner’s identity without question. No wonder the driver who had wanted to shout initially pulled back after sizing up the situation.

“Do you recognize this car?” Hua Tianyu asked.

He hadn’t expected anyone to be so brazen as to drive against traffic in broad daylight. The already congested traffic was now worsened because of this Hummer.

“No,” Wei Xueying shook her head, her eyes full of disdain.

She was among the wealthier residents of Shangjiang City herself but never stooped to such detestable behavior. Yet her abstinence didn’t mean others with money wouldn’t act this way.

There was always a small group who believed their wealth exempted them from rules—at least this Hummer was one such example.

The Hummer was still inching forward, slow but noticeably faster than the two completely stalled lanes.

One by one, normally moving cars were forced either to pull aside or forcibly merge into the right lane.

“Master Zhuang, there’s a pink Jaguar ahead blocking us!” The driver in the Hummer turned back to report to Zhuang Weihui in the back seat.

Indeed, the man in the Hummer was the eldest son of the Zhuang family, head of the Shangjiang Business Alliance’s Zhuang Group—a man who had previously played tricks on Wei Xueying at the Rich Hotel alongside Qiu Jinghao.

Today, he had arranged a wild party with friends in a villa, agreeing that whoever arrived first would get to pick their companion first.

But after a night of heavy partying, he had only gotten up in the afternoon. After his first meal, he hurriedly took the driver and rushed toward the villa.

He didn’t expect to encounter a traffic jam so soon after leaving.

Zhuang Weihui was not a man with a good temper; in his eyes, rules and order were meaningless.

None of that mattered as much as securing first pick among the female companions. He had heard several internet celebrity hosts would be attending.

Nowadays, internet celebrities and minor stars were equally sought after. To have them at a party required not just money but status. Without status, only has-beens or barely-famous ones would show up.

Even someone as uniquely beautiful as Sister Phoenix wouldn’t bother with you if you had money but lacked standing.

So the only people Zhuang Weihui respected were those richer and more powerful than himself.

Everyone and everything else was insignificant in his eyes.

When he ran into the traffic jam, he ordered the driver to keep switching lanes until he realized their lane was completely stuck.

Zhuang Weihui’s driver was an old hand at the Zhuang Group, having accompanied the young master for a long time and long accustomed to his arrogance.

Seeing their lane at a standstill, and the opposite lane moving slowly but moving nonetheless, he pulled the wheel and drove against traffic.

As for crashing into oncoming cars? Ha, with a modified Hummer like this, no one in Shangjiang dared to hit him.

Zhuang Weihui had initially been disheartened, thinking his chance at first pick was lost.

It wasn’t that he disliked driving against traffic, but after last night’s excess and sleeping through the afternoon, he was still drowsy.

The only thing that stirred his interest was tonight’s party’s selection process; he couldn’t care less about anything else.

Suddenly, he saw his driver maneuver the wheel, overtake on the wrong side, and start moving forward again. His spirits lifted at once.

“Haha! Wang Xingsheng, you little bastard, your smarts are getting sharper! If I get first pick today, I’ll reward you well when we get back!”

“Thanks, Master Zhuang!” Wang Xingsheng, encouraged by Zhuang Weihui’s praise, grew even more enthusiastic about the illegal driving. Regardless of the cars coming from the opposite direction, he blasted the modified high-pitched horn and, pressing against the tungsten steel grille, slowly pushed each opposing car aside.

The piercing honking from the Hummer persisted as Zhuang Weihui gradually shook off his lethargy.

He suddenly realized he was excited—this feeling of trampling on others’ rules was exhilarating, more invigorating than a cup of hand-drip coffee, even more thrilling than a sip of Maotai liquor.

The more intoxicating it became, until he encountered the pink Jaguar ahead.

“Beep beep… beep beep,” the high-pitched horn blared for a full thirty seconds, but the Jaguar remained unmoving.

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