While reading on his phone, as soon as he saw the traffic officer, Ma Ke instantly thought about accelerating and fleeing. However, there were multiple officers on the scene, and they had set up obstacles on the road—unless he suddenly became a living embodiment of Schumacher, he would have no chance of escaping. In his heart, he hoped it would be just a routine check of his driver’s license and vehicle registration, and so he slowly drove toward them, stopping the car by the roadside as instructed. "Officer, what's the matter?" he tried to remain calm, maintaining a composed demeanor and steady tone to avoid raising suspicion that he might have been drinking. Before leaving the dining room, he had regretted leaving that half glass of wine behind—it cost nearly 50,000 yuan, and the full bottle was priced at 98,800 yuan. With Chen Yue and the others already gone, he didn’t care what the server thought; he simply picked up the glass and finished it off. The officer bowed politely and said, "Please get out of your vehicle and assist us with the inspection!" "An inspection? What kind of inspection?" He thought it was a routine check for prohibited items, so he opened the car door and stepped out with one foot. The traffic officer said, "Please take the alcohol test!" Marco's legs gave way—he nearly had to pee—and the reading was the highest, just minutes after he had finished drinking. He couldn't even remember how he got out of the car; all he could think about was: How unlucky am I today? Just as I was being cut down to the level of the early days of liberation, I'm now being stopped by a traffic officer for a DUI. Is the heavens doing this on purpose? Under persistent urging from the officer, Marco blew into the testing device several times. Drip-drip-drip... The red light flashed, and so did the officer's eyes. In the years since the new traffic regulations were introduced, the number of drivers caught for drinking and driving has steadily declined. Just one hour ago, they had been assigned to check passing vehicles here—and not a single driver for a DUI had been caught. "This guy is under suspicion for drinking and driving," the officer said to his colleagues. Just before Maiko was escorted into the police car, he asked, "What penalties will I face?" A traffic officer huffed, "According to the breathalyzer, your blood alcohol level exceeds 70 milligrams—nearly at the point of drunk driving. The penalty isn't severe: just a license suspension, a fine of 2,000 yuan, and fifteen days of detention!" "Ah," he stared blankly. A fine of 2,000 yuan! He had only a few hundred left in his pocket and still owed the bank 100,000 yuan. He wouldn't be free until fifteen days later, when he'd surely face legal action from the bank. This was truly it. Nearby on the roadside, two sedans—one black, one white—were parked, along with a Jeep SUV. The SUV's windows automatically lowered, and Qin Feng stuck his head out, shouting to the passengers in the sedans, "Yueyue, this should satisfy you now. Even if the Ma guy survives, he'll have to pay his dues!" Chen Yue nodded enthusiastically, saying, "Let's see if he dares to make any moves on me after that. I think it's time to file a complaint with the bank—claim that after their customers' large overdrafts, the police end up arresting them!" Qin Feng raised his thumb in approval, sincerely remarking, "The most ruthless are often women. With this move, the bank can now take control and sell off his personal belongings, leaving him truly penniless when he comes out of jail!" The once-vehicle worth eight thousand yuan, which had been sold for only three thousand to settle the debt, and his modest apartment, which the court ordered auctioned off to repay the bank, were both lost. When the three cars arrived at Pingda, Su Wu, Chen Yue, and Lin Caivie entered the stairwell together. Qin Da-Shao turned and walked off, heading to continue skipping classes. As he rounded the corner, a girl suddenly darted out in front of him, and he quickly applied the brakes. Squeak… The brake pads emitted a sharp screech, and the tires left two dark streaks on the ground—thankfully without hitting anyone. He exhaled deeply, then turned to the outside and said, “Classmate, could you please not make such sudden exits next time? It’s quite dangerous!” “Sorry, truly sorry,” the girl hurriedly apologized. As she turned her head, she exclaimed, “Qin Feng, is it really you?” The girl was Liu Su, whom he had previously met—the one with an inherently alluring charm and a knack for being coquettish. She wore a light gray coat, a beige scarf around her neck, a deep purple pencil skirt beneath, and white mid-calf boots. “Haha, how could it not be me?” Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that if it had been anyone else, she would have surely been knocked down, and the classic tale of a beautiful woman meeting a tragic end would have unfolded. Liu Su held his chest with one hand, looking as if he had just been through a near-miss, and said, "It's almost time for class—how come you're driving out like this? Isn't the Art Department supposed to be so relaxed?" "I have other things to attend to, though I did take leave from my academic advisor," he added a small lie. His academic advisor was actually his Yueyue wife—wouldn't she hold him accountable for skipping class? "Junior, it's not good for a student to frequently go out," Liu Su said, adopting the poised tone of a senior sister. Qin, the young magnate, shrugged. "To me, attending school is just a dull task. Whether or not I complete it doesn't matter—neither does it matter to anyone else!" "Alright, you win. After all, you're the president of a major company—wealth doesn't depend on attending classes," Liu Su said, blinking rapidly and gesturing with a polite motion. "Junior, drive a little slower—safety is the most important… Ah!" As she lifted one foot to clear the way, she nearly stumbled and fell, gasping as she reached out to steady herself against the side of the car, just barely managing to keep her balance. "What's wrong, Senior?" Qin Dasheng quickly jumped down from the vehicle. Liu Su's forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and her face had twisted in distress, speaking in a pale, defeated tone: "I've twisted my ankle—it must have happened earlier, but I didn't notice because I've been standing still." "Is it serious?" Qin Feng glanced down at her white boots, wondering if she wasn't deliberately staging a scene to win sympathy from him, hoping to achieve some hidden agenda. Given his observations of her from the side, such a move wasn't entirely implausible. "It hurts so badly…" Liu Su's tears began to fall, skipping directly from her eyes without any lingering wobble. "Why don't I take you to the medical room to have a look? If it's just a sprained ankle, we can just apply some topical medicine and it'll heal quickly," Qin Feng said. Liu Su looked up at him and said, "Then why not just buy some medicine ourselves and apply it?" "Of course not," he insisted. "What if it's not just a sprain, but a bone misalignment? If treatment isn't timely, the consequences could be serious!" He was almost certain she was faking it.