On the way, Chen Yue urged Qin Feng to drive faster, so they could arrive at the museum earlier and complete the free admission procedures with the museum staff. The museum is located in the Development Zone, about twenty-five kilometers from Pingda, and since the route consists mostly of city streets with frequent red lights, it usually takes around an hour to reach. However, the beautiful battalion commander only gave him half an hour—later adding five more minutes generously. Though Qin Feng didn’t treat the time constraint as particularly tight, once they started driving, he couldn’t help but make the most of every opportunity, leaving a trail of Toyota Corolla overtaking vehicles throughout the city. The two women in the back, though occasionally shifting in their seats, remained comfortable—this was due in part to the vehicle’s excellent performance, but more importantly, to Qin’s skillful driving. Watching one after another of the cars pass by, Chen Yue spoke up, "Qin Feng, you're really a skilled driver. I just can't understand how, with such good driving ability, you managed to crash a Hummer—what a talent!" "Indeed, my classmate is naturally gifted," Lin Beauty agreed, though her tone sounded odd, not quite like genuine praise. Whatever you say, I'll stay silent. I'll pass, I'll pass, I'll pass again. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Anyone who drives regularly knows that when you overtake, another issue inevitably arises—speeding. This speeding usually happens without the driver even realizing it. At the intersection ahead, a traffic officer gestured to the Toyota RAV4 to pull over. Qin, the young noble, complied, parked his car, rolled down the window, and didn't know what had happened. He asked the officer, who was bowing to him, "What's going on?" "Speeding," the officer replied. "Didn't you know?" The traffic officer spoke firmly. He was momentarily stunned, then immediately recalled the reason for the speeding, and smiled, saying, "Sorry, I didn't actually feel it myself. I'll make sure to pay more attention from now on!" Being stopped by the officer wasn't just about a lecture—he promptly pulled out a ticket: "You've been speeding through several intersections, exceeding 20% over the limit. According to the new traffic regulations, you'll receive a deduction of 6 points and a fine of 200 yuan!" Qin's face turned dark. While 200 yuan wasn't a big deal, the 6-point deduction was indeed harsh—this would effectively bring him to the point of being eligible for retirement, since he had already lost 3 points previously for improper parking. Lin Caivé smiled quietly, holding her mouth. Chen Yue remained calm, giving the traffic officer a subtle nod, her expression of delight clearly visible. Watching the police officer jot down his license plate number and driver’s license number, then issue him a pink slip, he turned to the beautiful counselor and said, “You’ve got to compensate me for my losses—six points deducted! I’m really heartbroken!” Chen Yue raised an eyebrow, her large eyes fixed on the roof, and with a nasal tone, replied, “Are you not the one driving? How can you blame me for your violation?” “It was you who insisted I reach the museum in just thirty-five minutes,” he said, his face falling. “You could have simply refused,” the counselor said, nearly choking him with the force of her words, “You’ve clearly overachieved and now you’re trying to shift the blame onto me—how ungracious!” The beautiful woman added her support, “Exactly—ungracious!” In a man’s world, it’s not uncommon to settle disputes over points deducted; in China, matters that can be resolved with money or connections are never a problem. Tomorrow, he’d just hand over his driver’s license to He Muqing and let her handle it—no one would dare to overlook her. Before the officer left, he exchanged a glance with Chen Yue, and both of them nodded unconsciously. Since they'd already been fined for speeding, there was no need to worry about anything else anymore. Brother, just keep speeding all the way—should any police officer stop us, we'll simply present this fine receipt, and they won't issue another one. As the speed increased and the vehicle rocked side to side violently, both women instinctively grasped the safety handles on the window roof. By the time they passed a few intersections, their faces had turned the same pale white. Lin, the beautiful woman, grew impatient and murmured from behind, "Qin Feng, are you trying to die? Why are you driving so fast?" "Exactly. Can't you just drive a little slower?" the beautiful counselor added, discussing it with him. He chuckled, "How I drive is entirely my own affair—how could it have anything to do with you?" Lin immediately countered, "We're your passengers. You have a responsibility to our safety. Therefore, you must listen to us and slow down right away!" "Come on, it wasn't me who invited you both to come along—it was you two who insisted on having me drive!" He widened his smirk. "Besides, I haven't charged you any fare at all, so you two aren't even passengers—you have no passenger rights!" Chen Yue immediately produced a one-hundred-yuan bill and handed it over. "That should settle it, right?" Qin Feng stiffened his face. "I'm sorry, but this vehicle is a private car. According to regulations, private cars aren't allowed to operate as commercial services. If I take your money, I'd be operating illegally and would have to pay a penalty of two or three thousand yuan!" Compared to one hundred yuan, two or three thousand yuan is a no-brainer—so just take your money and enjoy it, hooray! Especially after arriving at the development zone, many intersections still haven't installed camera systems, and traffic is lighter, so the speed of travel has increased noticeably. This speed isn't remarkable on highways, but on regular city roads, it's truly breathtaking. With frequent lane changes during overtaking, Chen Yue, who's a bit more delicate, has started feeling nauseous. Had it not been for the worsening traffic ahead and the timely reduction in speed, she wouldn't have known how long she could have kept going. Lin Caivai gently patted her back while softly asking, "Chen Teacher, were the traffic officers you arranged earlier?" Chen Yue was initially taken aback, then shook her head in denial—yet ultimately gave in to the intense gaze of the beautiful student, whispering into her ear, "Yes, I arranged them. I needed to give a good dressing-down to Qin." Lin Caivai expressed her frustration—why were the two of you fighting over something that involved her? "Ladies, we've arrived." Qin Feng smiled and parked the car, then turned back with a meaningful look: "It took exactly thirty minutes and twenty-nine seconds. If not for being intercepted by the Economic Uncle, we would have arrived within thirty minutes. Please rest assured—when we return, I'll aim for twenty-five minutes!" Chen Yue replied without hesitation: "If I keep taking your car, I'll take your surname. But when we go back, I'm taking the express bus!" Qin, the young noble, thought: It doesn't matter whether you take my surname or not—what matters is whether your son takes mine. He chuckled to himself—taking Qin as a surname is quite a nice choice.