So, being weak is your justification, and being strong means I deserve it?

As Yun Ran stepped out of the lounge, she immediately saw the driver rushing over anxiously.

“Miss Yun, it’s bad—the tires on all four wheels have blown out!”

The three words she hated most right now were “it’s bad.” She cast a cold glance at the distressed driver.

“If the tires are blown, then go fix them. What’s the point of telling me? Do you think I know how to repair cars?”

The driver wanted to say something more alarmist but was silenced by Yun Ran’s icy stare, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

“The Yun family pays you a handsome salary not for you to neglect your duties. Your year-end bonus is gone this year—I’m serious!”

Yun Ran might not have authority over many things as the third young lady considered a burden, but disciplining a negligent driver was within her power. Whether those behind the scenes would compensate later was none of her concern; all she needed was for them to understand that trying to pull tricks in front of her would only cut off their lifelines.

“Miss Yun…”

“Get lost!”

The driver dared not plead any further. He truly regretted getting involved—he was just a worker; why meddle in this?

The car was an imported model, so finding matching tires meant ordering them from the dealership, which would take a considerable amount of time. Yun Ran either had to catch another ride or wait here.

[It was Yun Wan’s doing—she deliberately sabotaged your car just to annoy you!]

“No worries. I’ll settle scores with her later. For now, a free ‘chauffeur’ will be here soon!”

Ginseng Fruit knew Yun Ran had anticipated this, which explained her calm demeanor.

After waiting another half hour, a modest-looking jeep appeared.

Yun Ran stepped forward with an innocent smile. “Captain Song, fancy seeing you again~”

Song Ye looked at her smile and felt as if something unseen was fixating on him.

“What are you doing here?”

Yun Ran sighed, putting on as pitiful a tone as possible. “I’m just a burden, unwelcome as usual. So here I am, abandoned.”

She leaned her head inside the car window and grinned. “Since you’re heading back to Haicheng, mind giving me a lift?”

Song Ye: ...

“Be honest—were you waiting here just to catch me?”

Now Yun Ran was annoyed. How could it sound like she was just looking for a free ride?

“It was pure coincidence. I planned to take any ride back, but I happened to realize you’d been promoted, Captain Song. I truly wanted to congratulate you here. Asking for a ride was an afterthought.”

Song Ye didn’t believe her but found no way to argue.

Ignoring his mood, Yun Ran opened the back door and climbed in, treating him entirely as her chauffeur.

She even ran her hands over the genuine leather seats with obvious satisfaction.

“I’m a bit sleepy; I’ll nap first. Wake me when we reach Haicheng.”

Song Ye was utterly speechless. As a veteran detective, even without his uniform, his presence was imposing. He could intimidate the worst criminals but couldn’t make this little girl fear him.

Since she was already in the car, he didn’t make her get out.

Halfway through the journey, rain suddenly started pouring down, growing heavier and turning the sky an ominous gray.

Yun Ran suddenly opened her eyes, glanced outside, then calmly withdrew her gaze. She formed a hand seal and cast a spell inside the car.

Song Ye, who had been feeling a chill moments before and was about to turn on the air conditioning, suddenly felt the cold vanish inexplicably.

“Don’t get out later.”

From the rearview mirror, Song Ye saw Yun Ran’s serene expression, as if she had merely uttered the words casually.

He wanted to say, “It’s a highway and pouring rain—how could I get out?” but paused. He recalled Yun Ran mentioning something about her mystical skills and furrowed his brow.

“What’s going on?”

Yun Ran shook her head. “I’m not sure. Just don’t get out, and you’ll be safe.”

Song Ye found her words somewhat mystical but wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination. After she spoke, the pain in his shoulder wound suddenly flared slightly.

After more than ten minutes, Song Ye spotted what looked like a car accident ahead and stopped immediately without hesitation.

“I’ll go check it out!”

Yun Ran sighed softly. She had warned him not to get out, but he wouldn’t listen, so there was nothing she could do.

[Won’t you check? With this heavy rain, if Officer Song gets hurt, how will you go back? You can’t just wait here.]

“This is his fate. He once had spiritual merit protecting him, so ordinary trouble didn’t touch him. But fate turned against him when his puppet master senior brother injured him. Even though I cleared the evil energy in time, the spiritual merit shield was broken and tainted. Naturally, misfortune found him. Fortunately, it’s nothing serious—just more annoying troubles.”

Ginseng Fruit lamented the loss of spiritual merit—it was so precious, wasted like this.

Song Ye held an umbrella, intending to help an injured woman trembling on the ground, her body darkened and clearly frozen.

Unexpectedly, as he crouched down, the woman grabbed his hand fiercely, scratching it deeply with blood flowing.

“You hit me! Help! Murder!”

Song Ye: ...

Yun Ran: ...

She found the woman somewhat shameless—scamming even a cop.

“Too bad I didn’t see Captain Song’s expression; it must have been priceless. He probably never expected to encounter such a thing, and yet, despite the disgust, he still had to help.”

[These days, moral blackmail is rampant. The weak are always right, and the strong deserve it.]

Yun Ran once thought Ginseng Fruit was a ticking time bomb, fearing if its energy ran out, the arsenal would close, which annoyed her.

Now she saw it had some use—for venting complaints or sharing gossip.

Looking at the wound on his hand and the shameless person on the ground, Song Ye suddenly recalled what Yun Ran said earlier.

Though uneasy, his duty compelled him to aid her despite knowing she was troublesome.