All-Powerful?

That morning, Liu Shang was kept behind to attend a technical discussion meeting. At noon, he ate in the company cafeteria, where everyone had a tray for the buffet-style lunch. The food was quite good.

Since Liu Shang did not yet have his own workstation or computer, he left work early that afternoon after completing the procedures with Human Resources.

Tomorrow would be his official first day at work.

Although both today and tomorrow were weekends, the company was in its busiest period, so the technical and production departments were still working overtime as usual.

As soon as Liu Shang walked out of the office building, he spotted a champagne-gold BMW 7 Series repeatedly pulling back and forth, unable to get into the parking space no matter what.

Behind the wheel was a pretty girl about his age, though one look told him she had the arrogant, aloof air of a wealthy second-generation heir.

Since he was in a fairly good mood that day, Liu Shang instinctively walked over and asked, "Need a hand?"

At that moment, the one sitting in the driver's seat was none other than the troubled Song Jia.

After her father finalized Liu Shang's salary and position, Song Jia's previously sunny mood had suddenly turned gray.

She could not even eat fruit, and computer games had become boring. All she could do was go out to practice driving while racking her brains for a way to deal with the situation.

Song Guangyuan doted on his precious daughter to the extreme. He had simply given his BMW 740, worth over a million yuan, to Song Jia for driving practice.

As long as his precious daughter was happy, that was all that mattered!

After driving around for more than an hour without coming up with a good solution, Song Jia was feeling tired and irritated. She wanted to park the car, leave the company, and find her friends to relax.

But just then, she suddenly saw Liu Shang walking out of the office building alone.

And through the rearview mirror, it seemed Liu Shang's gaze had turned in her direction as well.

Perhaps because she had a guilty conscience, Song Jia, who had always feared neither heaven nor earth, inexplicably began to panic.

As a result, despite already being perfectly capable of parking skillfully, she suddenly found herself unable to park the car properly no matter what she did.

And the more anxious and flustered she became, the more absurdly she drove.

Only when Liu Shang took the initiative to speak to her did Song Jia, who was nearly losing her mind, finally slam the brakes to the floor and completely give up on parking.

"Need a hand?"

Looking at Liu Shang's lake-calm eyes and friendly smile, the clever Song Jia suddenly came up with an idea. She turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out.

"Ah, sorry. I don't know what's going on, but I suddenly can't park the car."

"I might really need your help."

After saying that, Song Jia, somewhat nervous inside, somehow walked around the car and climbed into the front passenger seat.

Only after she sat down and shut the door did she suddenly come to her senses. Wasn't I just asking him to help park the car? Why did I get into the passenger seat? I could have just waited outside!

Fortunately, Liu Shang had already gotten into the car beside her and was focused entirely on the BMW 7 Series. He did not notice Song Jia's slightly flushed embarrassment.

Only then did Song Jia let out the breath she had been holding and began repeatedly comforting herself inwardly.

Ugh! Forget it, forget it. So what if I did something stupid? As long as I can get one over on Liu Shang, it'll be worth it.

At least I'll be letting out some of the frustration caused by Tan Feng and those guys!

It's all because of those hateful people! Otherwise, why would I be afraid of seeing Liu Shang? And why would I have done something so embarrassing because I was nervous?

This BMW 7 Series was a fully imported sedan equipped with push-button keyless ignition technology.

Song Jia figured that even if Liu Shang had driving experience, at his age and with his ordinary family background, he probably would not be able to start the car smoothly.

That way, Song Jia could see whether this guy was really as terrifyingly calm and composed as he had been in the meeting room earlier.

Unfortunately, Song Jia's little scheme was doomed to fail miserably.

Liu Shang had lived abroad for seven or eight years. Overseas, supposedly luxurious brands like BMW and Mercedes were nowhere near as rare as they were here.

And when it came to automotive technology, what Liu Shang had seen was far more advanced than what existed now.

After Liu Shang got into the driver's seat earlier, the reason he had looked somewhat curious was actually because he was assessing the current level of automotive technology.

"Um, do you not know how to start this car?"

Just as Song Jia thoughtfully asked the slightly pensive Liu Shang, he smiled at her.

Then, as naturally as could be, he started the car and, with unimaginably skilled driving, smoothly guided it into the parking space and parked it perfectly.

The sight utterly shocked Song Jia, to the point that she was not even sure how she had followed Liu Shang in opening the door and getting out.

After taking a look at the car's angle and position in the parking space, both of which were just right and practically perfect, Liu Shang nodded. Then he casually waved at Song Jia and turned to leave.

Song Jia was left standing beside the car in a daze.

This guy! How was he so good at driving too?

Was he all-powerful?!!!

Neither Song Jia nor Liu Shang noticed that Song Guangyuan, standing by a third-floor window, had witnessed the entire scene.

When he saw Liu Shang leave so casually while his precious daughter continued staring blankly in the direction he had gone, Song Guangyuan frowned deeply, and a trace of worry quietly surfaced in his eyes.

A few minutes later, the troubled and low-spirited Song Jia entered her father's chairman's office.

"Dad, it's so stuffy at the company. Have Xiao Wu drive me somewhere. I'm going to hang out with my friends."

"Huh? Jia Jia, why did your mood suddenly turn bad?"

"Haven't you been looking forward to coming to Dad's company to drive for ages?"

Facing Song Guangyuan's concern, Song Jia plopped down onto the sofa. "Sigh, I'm just not in a good mood right now."

"Dad! Stop asking!"

Seeing his daughter like this only made Song Guangyuan more suspicious.

"Hehe, by the way, Jia Jia, you saw that Liu Shang who came to interview today, right?"

"He's from Oil University too, in the same year as you. Did you know each other at school?"

Hearing Song Guangyuan suddenly ask that, Song Jia froze for a moment. Then she shook her head a little too vigorously. "No."

Naturally, that reaction could not fool Song Guangyuan, a seasoned old fox who had spent most of his life battling in the business world.

Thus, a sense of foreboding and crisis rose in Song Guangyuan's heart.