Chapter 738: Scandal Queen vs. The White Lotus Actor 9

The driver looked completely stunned as he glanced at Shang Baitong.

“Mr. Shang…?”

He had just witnessed something… unbelievable.

A second ago, his boss was perfectly fine.

The next second?

Internal injuries? Weak breathing? On the verge of collapse?

The Cayenne was barely dented—and yet here he was, acting like he’d just survived a battlefield explosion.

Is Mr. Shang… scamming this girl?!

…

Shang Baitong shot him a cool glance, his expression instantly returning to that cold, untouchable persona.

“That’s none of your concern,” he said flatly. “Call for a tow truck. Her car will be here soon.”

The driver snapped back to attention.

“Yes, Mr. Shang!”

Still… something felt off.

That girl looks like she’s about to take full responsibility… she’s totally being played, isn’t she?

…

A few minutes later—

A sleek Maserati pulled up.

Tang Wan stepped out quickly.

“Tongtong, get in! I’ll take you to the hospital!” said Tang Wan, her tone full of urgency.

Shang Baitong glanced meaningfully at the damaged cars.

“…I’d like to live a little longer,” he said calmly. “Why don’t you let my driver handle it?”

Tang Wan: …

Her face flushed instantly.

…Fair point.

Her driving had just proven itself.

Without arguing, she quietly vacated the driver’s seat.

…

Soon, the driver switched cars, and everything was ready.

Tang Wan personally opened the door for Shang Baitong.

“Tongtong, please get in.”

“Mm.”

He stepped forward slowly, leaning slightly as if still weak—

But as he passed by her, a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted into his senses.

His eyes flickered.

Interesting scent.

He slid into the seat.

Tang Wan followed, sitting beside him in the back.

…

Once the car started moving, she coughed lightly and turned to him, her expression serious.

“Tongtong… I’m really sorry. This is completely my fault. Don’t worry—I’ll take responsibility.”

Hearing that, Shang Baitong’s gaze deepened slightly.

“Oh?” he murmured. “And how do you plan to take responsibility?”

He paused deliberately.

“I had an important event this afternoon. And tomorrow, I’m supposed to join a major film production.”

A faint sigh escaped him.

“But judging from my current condition… I probably won’t make it.”

…

Tang Wan stiffened.

That hit right where it hurt.

She knew exactly what kind of person he was—someone who lived for acting.

Missing a film?

That wasn’t just inconvenient—it was devastating.

“…Then… I can compensate you financially?” she offered quickly. “Name any amount.”

(Or maybe… repay with myself? she added silently.)

…

Shang Baitong coughed again, suppressing the faint smile threatening to appear.

“Money isn’t the issue,” he said.

“It’s the role. If I miss it, the director will replace me.”

He watched her expression carefully—

And sure enough, guilt flooded her face.

Perfect.

He softened his tone.

“But… it’s already happened. No point dwelling on it. I’ll just treat it as a break.”

…

That only made Tang Wan feel worse.

“No!” she said immediately.

“Which film is it? I can invest more—have them delay your scenes, shoot others first, or even reschedule entirely!”

Her eyes were earnest, almost anxious.

“I’ll fix it. I promise.”

…

Shang Baitong leaned back slightly, studying her.

So serious…

So easy to hook.

The corners of his lips curved ever so faintly.

This… might be more interesting than I thought.