"Raise the alert level!"
Chen Jing's first reaction was exactly that. Then, somewhat puzzled, she asked, "A marriage proposal? In the middle of the road?"
The driver of the vehicle ahead spoke over the radio, sounding rather helpless. "Yes!"
No one knew what he had done, but a few seconds later, the black electronic screen beside Chen Jing's steering wheel suddenly lit up. Soon, it displayed an image. The scene shown was the road ahead. Seven or eight vehicles were jammed together, and several drivers had already gotten out. Some were whistling, while others were angrily cursing at them to get out of the way.
A few vehicles ahead, they could see a girl in a wedding dress standing in the middle of the road, holding a huge bouquet of roses in her arms.
It had rained not long before, and the hem of her wedding dress was already filthy. The girl looked to be in her early twenties. She wore a pair of attractive, large-framed metal glasses, and her hair was styled in a shoulder-length, side-parted pear-blossom cut. Her makeup was exquisite. She looked young and fashionable—the perfect girlfriend in the eyes of many young men.
The person she was proposing to was a slightly plump young man. He wore a black jacket, jeans, and white sneakers. He looked so ordinary that he would vanish into any crowd. What was strange, however, was that the girl in the wedding dress was kneeling on the ground, shoving the roses in her hands at him as she cried, "Marry me, all right?"
Some of the onlookers, eager for excitement, leaned their elbows on their car doors and shouted, "Say yes! What a beautiful girl..."
Someone else yelled, "Hurry up and finish this! My wife's waiting for me to go home for