<h4>Chapter 763: Chapter 0765: When It’s Time to Call You</h4>


    The mornings in Capital City, even though it’s morning, are still bustling with peopleing and going in an endless stream—white-cor and gold-cor workers hurrying to work, parents rushing to drop off their kids, staff members scrambling to catch a flight. However busy they may be, as long as they are on Capital City’s turf, even if they are cursing under their breath, they still have to ept the fact of Capital City’s congestion in the Heavenly Dynasty.


    Capital City is inherently a prosperous ce, leading the country in both technology and economy. In this city, which should amodate a few hundred thousand residents, there are actually millions, so it’s hardly surprising to encounter congestion.


    Out-of-towners sharpen their wits to move to this most flourishing city, while those within strive exhaustingly to climb up and firmly root themselves in this city.


    "Beep beep beep!"


    "Damn it, can you move forward a bit? I’m going to bete for work!"


    "To hell with you, do you think you’re the only one going to work? We’re all in a rush to get to our jobs!"


    "Exactly, can you move forward a bit, the one in front!"


    The sounds of men and women swearing apanied by bursts of honking characterize the typical morning scene in Capital City. Mu Bingtong rubbed her head, which was aching from the re of car horns, and rolled up the car window.


    It was often her business to visit Capital City, but usually, she set off in the afternoon, evening, or at noon, when the traffic flow wasn’t heavy. Even if there was congestion, it wasn’t as urgent as in the morning. This was her first experience of a Capital City morning. If it hadn’t been for the rush to get back to Shanghai to deal with work, she wouldn’t have to be up this early.


    ncing at her watch, the hands now pointed to half-past seven. Her flight was at nine, and it was uncertain whether she’d make it in time.


    With a slight frown, Mu Bingtong wanted to ask the driver about the situation several times, but each time the question reached her lips, she held back. In the current state of affairs, even if she asked the driver, it would be useless; the driver had no way to change the congested traffic. Asking would only add to her annoyance, so she decided not to ask after all.


    The driver noticed the expression on Mu Bingtong’s face, nced in the rearview mirror, and saw her furrowed brow. A spark of understanding passed through his eyes, and he said with a smile, "Miss, don’t worry, it’s not too far to the airport from here. If there is no congestion, we can get to the airport in just forty minutes. Rest assured; you’ll definitely make it on time."


    Reassured by the driver’s promise, Mu Bingtong rxed a little. It was a good thing she had arranged the car the night before; after waking up in the morning and freshening up, she had the drivere to pick her up. If she had started calling for a car only that morning, who knows how much more time it would have been dyed.


    "Okay, I know. I’m just a bit irritated, no worries. You just focus on driving," Mu Bingtong politely thanked and then took out some documents she had brought with her to start working on.


    Although Mu Bingtong is a woman, she is a career-oriented one. Figuring that the car would probably be stuck for a while longer, rather than waiting anxiously, why not get some work done?


    Opening herptop, Mu Bingtong’s fingers danced quickly on the keyboard. Once she started working, her attention was fully focused on theputer screen, not even noticing when the car had started moving again.


    ’Click!’ A crisp sound—the noise of a lighter—followed by the drifting scent of smoke throughout the car.


    Mu Bingtong’s eyebrows furrowed immediately, she looked up at the driver, who had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a cigarette resting on the car door.


    "Driver, could you please put out the cigarette? I’ve caught a cold recently and can’t stand the smell," Mu Bingtong spoke up to remind him. For her, it was not just a matter of disliking the smell—she felt like vomiting the moment she smelled it.


    Especially now, perhaps because she hadn’t had breakfast in the morning, smelling the cigarette scent made her head swim, as if she was about to faint.


    The driver seemed not to hear her, took another drag of his cigarette, and as the breeze blew, the smoke dispersed inside the car, with a lot wafting towards Mu Bingtong. Enduring the nausea, she spoke up again, "Driver, could you please put out the cigarette?"


    Maybe it was the motion sickness, but after saying that, Mu Bingtong felt dizzy. Fortunately, it didn’tst long before she began to regain rity.


    The driver nced inconspicuously in the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of Mu Bingtong’s somewhat dizzy look, a cold smirk forming on his lips. It seemed like he finally heard what Mu Bingtong said, promptly responding, "Oh, I am sorry, it’s just a habit of mine, I didn’t realize it would bother Lady Mu. So sorry, I’ll put it out right away."


    While saying he would put the cigarette out immediately, the driver deliberately shook the cigarette in front of Mu Bingtong for a moment, sending arge volume of smoke towards her, causing her to cough uncontrobly.


    The driver threw the cigarette out of the window, and Mu Bingtong quickly rolled down the window, breathing in the fresh air from outside, taking several deep breaths before she felt she had barely managed to recover.


    Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Mu Bingtong felt something was odd. She often traveled to Capital City for work, and usually took flights—traveling from the city center to the airport would definitely involve taking the highway. However, this route didn’t seem to be on the highway but rather in the suburbs.


    She nced down at her wristwatch and saw it was already half-past eight, meaning there was only half an hour left before her flight. The driver had said it would only take forty minutes to get to the airport, but now it had been nearly an hour without any sign of the highway.


    "Driver, have you taken the wrong way?" At this moment, Mu Bingtong hadn’t thought too much, merely concerned that the driver might have gotten lost.


    The driver did not reply to Mu Bingtong immediately, continuing to drive the car as the green strips on both sides gradually disappeared, slowly being reced by fields. At this time of day, hard-working farmers were already starting their work on the Earth.


    Mu Bingtong suddenly grew anxious, looking at the silent driver, then rubbing her head which was faintly throbbing. Panic flickered in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.


    She tried to keep herselfposed and asked the driver with as calm a tone as possible: "Driver, this is not the right way, is it? The airport shouldn’t be in this direction, right?"


    As she spoke, Mu Bingtong was also discreetly sizing up the driver, seeking an opportunity to protect herself.


    The driver, through the rearview mirror, noticed Mu Bingtong’s actions, but he didn’t take it to heart. The cigarette he was smoking wasn’t a regr one—it wasced with sedatives. He had taken an antidote beforehand, so the sedative had no effect on him, but Mu Bingtong was in a bad situation.


    "Hehe, youngdy, there’s no mistake, this is the way to the airport. Why don’t you sleep a bit in the car? I’ll wake you up when we arrive," the driver said, turning his head and revealing a seemingly honest smile.


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