Hell’s Emissary

Snow drifted for a thousand miles, and the residents of Haitian City rose early, only to discover their city, unseen for a single night, was now blanketed in pure white.

Longshan District boasted the highest standard of living in Haitian City, inhabited mainly by millionaires, with a fair share of billionaires as well. Backed by the sea, where spring flowers bloomed, it was considered one of the more elegant areas in this second-tier city of China.

In front of a certain villa, Qin Wu, dressed like a little princess, was wrapped in a thick down jacket. Her adorable cheeks were flushed rosy, tempting anyone to steal a kiss.

"Yaxin, sister!" Qin Wu called out at the villa gate.

Soon enough, a graceful young lady emerged, her pace unhurried. She looked around twenty, her exquisite face tinged with helplessness. "Xiao Wu, the roads are covered in snow. It’s really not suitable for driving practice today."

"It’s fine, really!" Qin Wu hurried forward, grabbing Yang Yaxin’s arm and swaying playfully, her tone pleading. "Sister, please teach me! I’ll drive slowly, I promise. It’s so hard for me to get a Saturday off—usually I’m stuck at school. And look, almost everyone in my class can drive except me. I have to learn!"

Yang Yaxin could hardly resist such clinginess, knowing that if she didn’t give in, peace would elude her all day.

The two headed to the garage and drove out an Audi A4. Once they left the district, they saw the snow had already been cleared from the main roads, which eased their