Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 421: 271 catching turtles in a jar, Fourth Master is ultimately your master.

As the sun set in the west, rays of light slanted through the windshield, somewhat dazzling.

Jiang Chengsi casually picked up the sunglasses set aside, shaded his eyes, and glanced at the car behind him. While in the city, amidst the flow of traffic, he hadn’t noticed when this car had started following him.

However, reaching the Beijing suburbs, and in at most ten more minutes, they would enter the racing track. The area, reserved for racing activities in Beijing, was far from residential areas and not near any national or provincial highways. Apart from those heading to the track, it was rare for others to pass through.

His fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel, "Jiangjiang, Taotao."

Both immediately looked at him.

"Sit tight, Uncle will take you for a spin outside."

"Outside?" Taotao sounded somewhat excited.

...

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chengsi’s fingers swiftly adjusted the gear, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his aura transformed drastically—an earlier laziness replaced by the like a leopard poised to strike.

Aroused from slumber, harboring a touch of madness.

His entire being exuded a dangerous aura.

"Are you ready?" His voice was different from before, now sharp.

"Ready."

Jiangjiang neatly stowed away the Rubik’s cube he was holding, while Taotao, exceptionally excited, was riding Jiang Chengsi’s motorbike for the first time. She was inexplicably a bit afraid, but once the vehicle started, accompanied by a low engine roar, only boiling blood remained, and she became exhilarated.

The car, modified by Jiang Chengsi, wasn’t quite a professional racing car, but its performance was not bad in all respects.

Within just two or three seconds, the siblings could clearly feel the sudden acceleration of the car.

The low, rumbling engine noise thundered in their ears, they held their breath, almost too scared to breathe. The force pressing them back made both tense yet thrilled.

The car following behind Jiang Chengsi had been moving leisurely, but suddenly seeing the speed pickup, could not help but curse:

"Holy shit, what the hell!"

He immediately stepped on the accelerator, trying to catch up, but the car was too fast, he could barely see a car tail flash into an alley.

Turning the steering wheel, he followed into the alley.

This side was a narrow lane, just fitting one car, leaving no room to turn around; he closely followed Jiang Chengsi’s car, cautious of knocking into something, he had to slow down...

As he followed Jiang Chengsi, the alley twisted and turned, leaving him bewildered; in a blink of an eye, he drove into a dead-end!

A wall was directly ahead, very close, causing a chill to go down his spine; he hurriedly slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped just inches from the wall...

Damn it, he was following him all along, how did he end up here?

As he was softly cursing, a sudden sound of brakes came from behind...

Jiang Chengsi’s gaze was sharp, skillfully controlling the steering wheel; the car shifted, tires rubbing against the ground, a screeching friction noise echoing as he made a beautiful arc, partially blocking the entrance to the dead-end.

The two children hadn’t come back to their senses yet; he already pulled out the car keys, "Wait in the car for me, I’ll be back soon."

After saying that, he opened the door and got out...

The siblings were still immersed in the previous tension and excitement, and their view being blocked, they couldn’t see what was happening inside the dead-end.

...

If one wanted to leave the dead-end, they would have to back the car out, but now with half of the car blocking the entrance, the tracker couldn’t help but curse:

"Who the hell parks like this?"

But the next second, Jiang Chengsi got out of the car, which startled him, then he quickly walked over to the side near the driver’s seat and raised his hand to knock on the window.

The window tint was extremely dark; one couldn’t see inside from the outside, but inside, one could clearly see every move Jiang Chengsi made, overlooking from above, leaning against the wall, he lifted his hand to remove his sunglasses, fingers brushed through his hair, idly flipping his fringe, his gaze sweeping over...

Dangerously defiant.

Being caught tracking, nothing could be more embarrassing.

It really was a dog’s day.

He had been tracking Shen Zhixian and her daughter for some days now, only pausing because they had gone to Pingjiang for Tang Wan and Jiang Jinsang’s engagement party, and today was the first day back on the job...

Apprentice’s luck, encountering a disaster right at the start of work.

Jiang Chengsi seemed a bit impatient, knocked on the window again, and flashed a "V" gesture at him.

A "V"? What did that mean?

Boasting about his capabilities?

Jiang Chengsi was not only an outlier in the Jiang Family, but also famously eccentric in the Beijing circle, typically seen with a motorcycle or racing car. However, he never expected that his vigilance was so strong, quickly realizing he was being followed and leading the follower into a dead end.

"Fourth Master... it ultimately comes to your grandfather!"

He took a deep breath, deciding it was best to play dead since the car doors were locked, and he couldn’t possibly break in.

But the next second, Jiang Chengsi took out his phone, looked down to tap a few times, knocked on the car window, and showed him the phone screen...

On it was a series of numbers about to be dialed:

"110."

Being a tracker was inherently unlawful. As soon as he saw Jiang Chengsi meant to call the police, he naturally panicked and immediately got out of the car.

"What, if I don’t call the police, you’re not planning to come out?" Jiang Chengsi put away his phone.

"Fourth, Fourth Master..."

The alley was narrow, and it was so quiet that one could almost hear an echo. Only enough space for one person was between them, Jiang Chengsi standing tall above him. Though he wasn’t in his usual racing suit, leather jacket, or flight jacket, but simply dressed in casual clothes, a long knee-length coat made him look even taller and leggier.

He flashed a smile, his phoenix bone sharp at his temple, appearing wildly flamboyant.

When he opened the door, Jiang Chengsi glanced into the car, "Bring out the camera."

"Fourth Master... I was just here to capture the scenery," the journalist trembled, not daring to admit he was following him.

"Not following me?"

"How could that be, I’m not..."

"To gather scenery? Photographer? Journalist?" Jiang Chengsi squinted his eyes, his finger continuously caressing his phone, appearing calm and collected.

"I... um..." he certainly dared not tell the truth.

Jiang Chengsi chuckled softly, "Even now, you lie? Let’s call the police and see what they have to say."

As he spoke, he tapped on his phone again; the journalist panicked, "Fourth Master, Fourth Master..."

"I’ve already given you three chances," Jiang Chengsi raised his eyebrow.

The journalist was confused; had that earlier "V" meant the second chance?

"I am indeed a journalist, but I really didn’t capture much..."

"Show me your ID."

Jiang Chengsi had him cornered, clutching at his own trump card. With no other choice, he handed over his ID which Jiang Chengsi looked at and laughed, "You are the one who reported on me and Qi Zeyan..."

The man was stunned, confused... noveldrama

"Looks like you’ve been tracking me for a long time."

"The report was well written, made it sound like him and I are an item."

"No, not..." He indeed had previously captured photos of him with Qi Zeyan by chance, and his name was indeed on the report, but it had been so long since the incident, and he still remembered his name?

"Give me the camera." Jiang Chengsi motioned with his hand, seeing him still hesitant, he couldn’t help but scoff lightly, "If the police come, it won’t be just checking the camera."

He had no choice but to hand over the camera.

He had just taken a few photos outside the kindergarten today, but there were many old photos in the camera. Jiang Chengsi quickly flipped through them, bursting out laughing, "It seems... you weren’t following me, were you?"

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master—"

"Who gave you the guts!"

He had been relatively mild-mannered up until then, his sudden fierce tone frightening the journalist, whose legs suddenly gave way.

"I thought a warning would suffice, and we could let this go, but you’ve been tracking for some time..."

"Fourth Master, everyone is very curious about Miss Xie, I just got momentarily blindsided."

"Did you find anything of value while tracking?"

The journalist’s pupils trembled, "No, nothing... Fourth Master, please spare me this once, I definitely won’t dare again."

"You can save that talk for the police." Jiang Chengsi continued flipping through the camera, which mostly contained innocuous lifestyle photos.

The journalist was dumbfounded, photos in his hands undeniable. He could only grit his teeth and swallow this bitter pill...

About a quarter of an hour later, the police arrived. Stalking like this was merely about being locked up for a few days to teach him a lesson.

...

Jiangjiang and Taotao both looked bewildered, not knowing what had happened, just noticing the police had arrived.