There were about ten black Land Rovers parked right outside the production set. This was because that man only liked black and the camouflage color.

However, right in front of the black cars, there was an eye-catching red Silber.

That used to belong to her.

It was one of her favorite cars.

This Silber wasn't only a sports car, it was also a snowmobile. The wide wheels and low body of the car allowed it to travel freely on snow and icy lands.

The elegant streamline that it had was not comparable to any other cars that she had, other than the Maybach concept car that was named 'Fantasy.'

However, at this moment, this man was driving her car.

There was a sense of inexplicable anger in her. Why didn't she drive this car into the room that she was in before she died?

When they saw Jing Qian walking out of the set, the man's bodyguard walked out to her and said respectfully, “Miss Jing, our Young Master is waiting for you in the car.”

“I know.”

Before the bodyguard could invite her, Jing Qian had already walked towards the red Silver with a cold look on her face.

The bodyguards were confused.

Was this their savior? Why did it feel like they were enemies?

As Jing Qian got close to the Silber, the two bodyguards that were guarding the door quickly moved away.

Jing Qian did not reach for the handles, since she wouldn't be able to open it anyways. She had modified this car in her previous life, and it could only be opened with facial identification.

Soon, the door opened from the inside and the bodyguards outside bowed to her.

“Miss Jing, please.”

Inside the car, the man was seated in the driver's seat. Although the man was seated, his entire body had completely filled the seat, which was enough to prove how tall and well-built this man was.

The only thing that didn't match the sports car was the black suit that had been meticulously ironed. The s.h.i.+rt that he wore underneath was the same color as his suit, further showing his mature and steady aura.

The smooth flow of his tall, straight nose looked perfectly proportionate when viewed from the side. Jing Qian was staring at him, caught in a pair of eyes that were filled with crushed stars.

He looked even thinner than before.

His eyes were now even more sunken, further aggravating his silhouette.

His eyes were narrow and thin, but they weren't small. The precise lines of his eyes gave it a depth that seemed to be perfectly drawn onto his face.

When those sharp, stern pair of eyes looked at her, he looked lost, which was a rare look in his eyes.

His slim, fair fingers were gently rubbing the steering wheel, and as Jing Qian stared at him, she couldn't help but sense gooseb.u.mps all over her body.

It was with no doubt that this man looked much paler than before.

Was it because of her?

However, the amount of hatred and disgust that she had towards this man was equivalent to the amount of grat.i.tude and affection that she once had towards him.

At that moment, the two of them were just staring at each other.

She had been reborn, so she no longer had hatred or love towards this man, since he wouldn't know who she was, and she was just a stranger to him now.

For her, it was the same as well.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

Seeing how Du Yansheng wasn't saying a thing, Jing Qian decided to speak up first.

If she knew that this man was going to look for her so publicly, she wouldn't have saved that old man.

Now she got herself into so much trouble!

Du Yanzheng looked at the woman who was casually standing outside his car with an impatient look in her eyes.

Her facial features were extremely gorgeous and looked so beautiful that they were exquisite.

Her eyebrows were slender yet thick, making her look like a gentle rabbit. However, the strong, innate temperament that she had in her bones gave her a masculine aura.

Her lashes were thick and densely curled, paired with deep eyes that were deviated downwards, giving her a seductive charm.

It was a cla.s.sic pair of peach-blossom eyes.