Seeing Zhang Yang, Mi Xue immediately opened the car door; the Bugatti's scissor doors looked sharp, and Mi Xue inside was dressed stunningly hot.

Since the Bugatti's windows had been up, no one outside could clearly see her, nor could they make out her specific attire.

Upon seeing Mi Xue emerge like that, some of the surrounding young people whistled, plunging the area into immediate chaos.

Zhang Yang’s brow furrowed even tighter. He intensely disliked scenes like this. Though only twenty, his inner maturity felt closer to forty, and he had zero interest in such clamor.

"Why did you drive so fast?"

Zhang Yang asked, frowning, his tone tinged with accusation. He had been slightly angry earlier, but seeing Mi Xue calmed that, replacing it with worry—she had been driving dangerously fast.

"I—I don't know. As soon as I hit the highway, I just wanted to speed up!"

Looking at Zhang Yang, Mi Xue lowered her head again, her earlier smile vanishing, making her look like a child who had done something wrong.

Seeing her like this, the slight anger Zhang Yang still held completely dissipated.

Sighing, Zhang Yang spoke again: "I’ll drive in a moment. You ride with me, and let Long Feng take this car!"

Driving that fast was too dangerous for Mi Xue. Under no circumstances would Zhang Yang let her drive like that again. If she hadn't called, he would have reached out to check on her situation anyway.

"Okay!"

Mi Xue nodded again and stepped out of the car. While some people nearby were still whistling, those closer stared at them in utter astonishment.

The Hummer that arrived last was clearly with the Bugatti group, and it appeared they had a different connection with the beautiful, fiery girl.

"Hey sis, don't rush off. You drive well. How about we get acquainted? Let me introduce you—this is Brother Xuan here. His driving skill, character, and looks are all top-tier!"

As Mi Xue took a couple of steps after getting out, a young fellow, looking barely seventeen or eighteen, stepped in her way. He grinned as he spoke, pointing to the young man standing by the Bugatti's driver's door.

"A beautiful lady, hello. My name is Ouyang Xuan, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I be so honored as to learn your esteemed name?"

The young man pointed to by the kid stepped forward directly, politely bowing slightly, pointedly ignoring Zhang Yang standing next to Mi Xue.

"I apologize, but my fiancé and I have matters to attend to. We don't have the time,"

Mi Xue glanced at Zhang Yang, replied immediately, and circled around them straight toward the Hummer, settling dutifully into the passenger seat.

Zhang Yang also got into the car, his expression still stern, though slightly improved from before.

Mi Xue seemed back to normal now; without that overtly provocative outfit, she was almost like her usual self, which slightly eased Zhang Yang’s anxiety.

Starting the car, Zhang Yang pulled ahead, driving, while Long Feng and Qu Meilan followed behind.

As they drove off, Zhang Yang glanced back at Mi Xue. Her behavior today felt somewhat off, giving him a strange feeling, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was strange.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yang shook his head to himself.

Mi Xue's demeanor seemed more like a release of tension. Perhaps she had been overly suppressed lately. His prolonged seclusion hadn't allowed him to spend time with her, and coupled with the rapid progress she'd made in her internal energy cultivation, she might not have fully internalized this new strength yet, leading to these changes.

Of course, Zhang Yang only speculated; he didn't know for sure if this was the case.

"Brother Xuan, that kid is asking for a beating. Should we have the guys chase after him and teach him a lesson?"

The young man who first blocked Zhang Yang’s door spoke loudly to the youth in the white shirt. The one being referred to as 'asking for a beating' was naturally Zhang Yang, who hadn't said a word, yet had already earned the resentment of these men because of Mi Xue's actions.

Several people quickly gathered around the young man in the white shirt. Four others climbed into two sedans, and those cars immediately sped away from the service area.

These seven vehicles belonged to two groups. The sports cars were one party—these young men. They weren't driving slowly on the highway to begin with, but when a faster Bugatti blew past them, it instantly ignited their competitive spirit, and several cars madly gave chase.

Mi Xue only stopped at the service area and called Zhang Yang when she realized they were all chasing her and feared something serious might happen.

As for the other two cars, they were a separate group, but unlike the racers, they were purely following along for the spectacle.

Just as the yellow-haired kid finished speaking, someone flicked the top of his head, shouting, "Yellow Hair, are you nuts? When has Brother Xuan ever used force in front of women he's interested in?"

These few individuals all spoke with distinct Beijing accents. The yellow-haired kid, despite being hit, was unconvinced, and he and the one who struck him quickly began arguing, turning the area into a noisy quarrel.

"All of you, shut up!"

The young man in the white shirt suddenly snapped, and all noise instantly ceased. These youths all looked toward him.

Even this small gesture revealed his high authority among them.

"Xiao Bai, check on that Bugatti later. It’s a limited edition; there are very few in the country. Find out their identities first, and we'll discuss the rest later!"

The young man in the white shirt said quietly, his eyes still fixed on the direction Zhang Yang and Mi Xue had left.

"Yes!"

Someone among the young men immediately responded. The young man in the white shirt nodded, said nothing further, turned, and got back into his Ferrari, followed by the others who also returned to their respective cars.

Soon, the entire convoy had left the service area.

After they were gone, service area staff who had been standing discreetly nearby emerged, pointing and murmuring amongst themselves. While they often saw luxury cars, encountering so many at once was rare. It was even rarer to see a beautiful woman like Mi Xue driving such a high-end car, providing them with more gossip.

Back on the highway, Zhang Yang kept the speed just above a hundred kilometers per hour. The Hummer handled very steadily at this pace, but Long Feng, riding behind, lay back with a hint of disdain.

Long Feng had found the earlier speed of the others slightly interesting, but only marginally so. The current pace was akin to a slow jog for him, offering no excitement.

"Zhang Yang, are you angry?"

In the car, Mi Xue watched Zhang Yang cautiously, asking softly after a moment, her face a mixture of concern and regret.

"I don't know what happened. As soon as I hit the highway, I just wanted to drive fast, thinking only about speed and nothing else. And this outfit—I don't usually like it, but a few days ago when we were shopping, I felt this overwhelming urge to buy it, wanting only to wear it for you. I just didn't expect to end up wearing it out today!"

Seeing Zhang Yang remain silent, Mi Xue continued quietly, lowering her head, her eyes slightly reddening.

Zhang Yang suddenly swerved the steering wheel slightly, slowing the car even more. He turned to look at Mi Xue, utterly astonished.

"Are you saying you didn't consciously intend to do these things, but an impulse drove you to act?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but that's the feeling—I really don't know why!"

Mi Xue first nodded, then shook her head, whispering softly.

Zhang Yang suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Mi Xue's pulse point.

Mi Xue's changes today were indeed significant. If it weren't for the earlier high-speed chase, Zhang Yang might have accepted the initial change; he did prefer a more lively Mi Xue.

Of course, as Mi Xue mentioned, wearing such revealing clothes would have been better suited to be shown only to him.

But if these actions weren't stemming from her own subjective will, then something was seriously amiss. Subjective will meant clearly intending to act based on one's own thoughts, not being swept away by emotion.

After checking her pulse for a while, Zhang Yang's brow furrowed deeply again.

Mi Xue's pulse showed nothing outwardly wrong; it was smooth and even. However, beneath this calmness, there seemed to be a faint undercurrent, hidden incredibly deep and subtle, which is why Zhang Yang hadn't detected it initially. This was a slight anomaly he noticed only after a meticulous examination.

Mi Xue's pulse was abnormal.

"Zhang Yang, is something wrong with me?"

Seeing Zhang Yang check her pulse for so long, Mi Xue asked worriedly. She knew Zhang Yang's strength well, and his medical skills were formidable. Him frowning for this long gave her cause for concern.

"It’s nothing. Just try to sleep for a while until we reach Pengcheng,"

Zhang Yang smiled faintly and shook his head gently. Just as Mi Xue was about to protest that she wasn't tired, her head tilted, and she slumped onto the seat.

Zhang Yang had discreetly touched a pressure point on her body; Mi Xue would be asleep for at least two hours.

Once Mi Xue was asleep, Zhang Yang’s brow knitted even tighter. He was driving, but his mind was elsewhere. Fortunately, he was who he was; anyone else driving so distractedly would have caused an accident.

Zhang Yang's level of skill allowed him to multitask effortlessly, dedicating only a fraction of his attention to the road.

Mi Xue's pulse was highly unusual. Zhang Yang was now desperately searching his memory, wondering if the family's secret texts described such a pulse pattern. After a moment of intense thought, Zhang Yang's eyes sharpened, and he glanced back at the sleeping Mi Xue.

After a brief hesitation, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

He had arrived at a possible explanation for the pulse, but this possibility was deeply shocking and almost unbelievable to him. At this moment, he needed confirmation from someone to verify his suspicion.

"Grandpa, can you check all the symptoms associated with the Yin Flower Poison for me?"

The call connected quickly. This was Zhang Yang calling home, and the person answering was Zhang Daofeng.

"Yin Flower Poison? Why are you suddenly asking about that?" Zhang Daofeng on the other end asked, clearly surprised, questioning him back immediately.

"I need it urgently. Can you check it for me now? I'll call you back later!"

With that, Zhang Yang hung up the phone. He glanced back at Mi Xue again, his brow, already furrowed, now overlaid with a dense layer of worry.