TREATING BOYFRIEND AS EX

Chapter 11 Car Accident

The receptionist, upon seeing Jiao Didi, bolted into the back training area as if she had seen a ghost.

The competition in the driving school industry was fierce, and driving schools were sprouting up like mushrooms after the rain. Walking down the street, it wasn’t just real estate agents hawking their deals, but also recruiters pushing driving lessons.

Coach Chen, his large belly sticking out as he sat reading the newspaper, was contemplating an ad for new student enrollment.

"Let’s name it... let’s name it..." he muttered, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the receptionist burst in, her face pale with terror. "Coach Chen, this is bad... really bad... she... she..."

Coach Chen was startled, momentarily forgetting what he had been thinking.

"Why are you running around in here scaring me instead of working at the front desk?" he snapped in frustration.

The receptionist, her hands on her hips, pointed dramatically behind her, panting heavily.

Coach Chen turned around, completely perplexed.

"My God, what’s this... How did she find her way here again?" he thought, his face turning pale with dread.

Recalling the painful experience of teaching Jiao Didi to drive, his expression became one of pure terror. She was connected to someone influential—at first, he had thought it was a great opportunity. When she came to enroll at the school, he assumed her powerful connections would bring in a wave of students.

Little did he know, he had summoned disaster. It took three whole months just to teach her the basics. Then, during her first written exam, she entered the test hall with utter confidence, quickly finishing her paper. She sat there smugly, and the other test-takers, assuming she had already passed, eagerly asked her for the answers.

Jiao Didi, unashamed, neatly copied the answers down and passed them along. As the answers spread, the entire room of students failed—everyone had to retake the exam.

The other coaches found out and came to confront him. Luckily, he had made a swift exit, running straight to the police station.

With her influential connections, Jiao Didi faced no repercussions, but Coach Chen had to recover from a month-long stay in the hospital after she mistook the brake for the accelerator during a lesson and sent him flying across the car.

The past was too painful to recall.

When Jiao Didi walked up to Coach Chen, her smile was sweet and charming.

"Coach Chen, I’m here to learn how to drive."

Coach Chen managed a strained smile, glancing nervously behind her. "Where’s Mr. Lu? Didn’t he come with you?"

"We broke up," she replied innocently, like a schoolgirl.

Coach Chen's smile faded instantly. He was about to call the receptionist to escort her out when she added, "But he still has feelings for me."

Jiao Didi rested her chin on her hands, looking like a beauty who found her own charm burdensome, and continued, "There are so many driving schools out there, yet I chose to come here. Doesn’t that make you feel special?"

Coach Chen, in his mind, quietly wished, Please, let someone else feel special instead.

Noticing that Coach Chen remained unmoved, Jiao Didi, with a flick of her wrist, opened her bag and pulled out a thick stack of money, placing it carefully on the low wooden stool next to her.

Coach Chen stared at the money, his face set in rigid defiance.

She reached into her bag again, producing another bundle of cash.

Coach Chen couldn’t tear his eyes away from the thick piles of bills. At last, he succumbed to the irresistible allure of money.

Excited, Jiao Didi settled into the driver’s seat.

Coach Chen, attempting casual conversation, asked, "How long has it been since you last drove?"

Still lost in the thrill of it all, Jiao Didi replied, "Since I left your driving school, I haven’t driven at all."

Coach Chen’s face turned ashen, his nerves fraying. He didn’t want to ask any more questions, fearing the more he asked, the less courage he would have to sit beside her.

"Press the clutch first, then the accelerator, and shift into first gear," Coach Chen instructed.

The car slowly pulled onto the road, and the highway was relatively empty. Jiao Didi drove smoothly.

As they cruised along, cars in front began slowing down and pulling over, making way for her. A sleek, black Bugatti appeared in front of them.

Coach Chen, seeing the luxury vehicle, immediately stammered in a nervous tone, "Stay away from it... give it space... let it... go ahead..."

But Jiao Didi, her competitive spirit flaring up as she saw the Bugatti’s flashing blue and green lights, was determined.

"No way, I’m going to overtake it," she declared, stepping on the accelerator to chase after it.

The Bugatti’s driver, seemingly unfamiliar with the road, was driving slowly. Jiao Didi, full of determination, closed the gap and kept following closely.

When they reached a traffic light, the Bugatti slowed down. Coach Chen, clutching his chest, shouted, "Don’t stay so close, brake... brake!"

Jiao Didi, feeling the tension rise, accidentally pressed the accelerator instead.

Bang!

The sound of the crash echoed through the air as Jiao Didi collided with the Bugatti’s rear end.

Coach Chen’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.

"Coach! Coach Chen!" Jiao Didi shook him vigorously, but he didn’t stir.

"He said he had over thirty years of driving experience, but he can’t even handle a little bump!" she muttered in disbelief, watching her instructor remain unconscious.

Realizing she had no choice, she opened the driver’s side door and decided she’d have to handle the accident herself.

As she stepped out, her gaze fell upon the handsome face of the Bugatti’s owner, his familiar dimples gently curving in a smile.

"It's you!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Zheng Junjun, grinning, replied, "I can’t believe we keep running into each other like this."

If getting into an accident could be considered fate, then perhaps disastrous fate would be more fitting.

The two exchanged pleasantries before crouching down together to assess the damage to the car.

The rear had some scratches, and the tail light would need replacing. The insurance company estimated the damages at around ten million.

Jiao Didi bit her lip, embarrassed, and lowered her head.

Zheng Junjun chuckled, "Let’s call it payment for the ticket to the art exhibition you gave me. That exhibition meant a lot to me. If I hadn’t seen it, my trip back to China would have been wasted."

Jiao Didi felt a little guilty, realizing she had gotten the ticket from a friend.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Zheng Junjun snapped his fingers and said, "I’ll be staying in the country for a while. You could act as my companion, attending some events with me."

Jiao Didi’s eyes widened in confusion, "Is it really that simple?"

He grinned, "Well, also, when the swarm of admirers comes after me, you’ll need to step in and pretend to be my girlfriend when necessary."

Jiao Didi burst out laughing, entertained by his boldness.

They exchanged phone numbers happily before waving goodbye.

Back in the driver’s seat, Coach Chen, now conscious, stared at her in disbelief.

With a flip of her hair, Jiao Didi smugly remarked, "It’s just a Bugatti. I could handle a McLaren too."

Coach Chen, however, couldn’t help but worry for the McLaren owner.

After much trial and error, Jiao Didi finally earned her driver’s license.

Coach Chen, having shed a staggering 100 pounds, looked unrecognizable. Some might have assumed he had gone on a diet.

Jiao Didi admired her new driver’s license and turned to the now-slim Coach Chen.

"Not bad. I’ll send more students your way," she said, her expression casual as if she didn’t expect any thanks.

Coach Chen sighed, putting on a bitter face and waving his hands.

Walking out of the driving school, Jiao Didi decided it was time to celebrate.

"Who should I call? Mom? No..."