The days passed one by one, and Yu Qing continued to follow Fu Mingxuan’s so-called plan every day.
She didn’t know if there were any results, but at least for her, wearing women’s clothes had become enjoyable.
Changing into different outfits each day, exposing herself to the public eye—Mei Xue might feel that such behavior had no effect on her, but for Yu Qing, these actions over the past days were quickly helping her to familiarize herself and adapt to this body.
If, in the past, Yu Qing felt nervous and shy from the intense gazes of others when using Mei Xue’s body in public, that feeling had almost disappeared by now.
What replaced it was a deep sense of satisfaction and a thrill akin to determination.
But if she had to say if there was anything that bothered her these past days, it was probably that Lin Wei had suddenly gone quiet.
She used to avoid her, but now that she wanted to ask her about Mei Xue, she couldn’t find her anywhere.
Shaking her head, Yu Qing temporarily put this matter aside and began to think about today’s schedule.
After some thought, Yu Qing finally chose a Private Gallery on the west side of the city.
Mei Xue rarely went to this place, but Yu Qing had grown tired of wandering around campus and wanted to stroll outside, dress up, and experience the feeling of a city woman.
According to official news, there would be a small contemporary art exhibition opening there today, so it was also a chance to broaden her horizons.
She rummaged through the wardrobe and picked out a black dress with sharp tailoring and intricate, lifelike patterns that looked exquisite.
Over it, she wore a light gray trench coat, its hem trailing down to her calves, exposing her smooth legs.
Today’s outfit was more formal than usual—a new style.
She ordered an Internet Ride on her phone and waited at the School Gate for a while before a McLaren pulled up in front of her.
After confirming the license plate matched the one on her phone, Yu Qing opened the car door, stepped in first in open-toe high-heeled ankle boots, placed her handbag beside her, and closed the door, sitting quietly as the driver started the car.
The scenery outside the window kept moving backward, but Yu Qing remained quietly seated, occasionally checking the phone navigation, which indeed showed the route to the Private Gallery.
“Do Internet Ride drivers not need to ask for the last four digits anymore?”
Looking at the driver’s weathered face, Yu Qing suddenly asked.
“Ah.”
The driver was stunned, seemingly not expecting such a question, but after a brief pause, he answered in a raspy voice.
“The rules aren’t that strict anymore. As long as you pick up the right person, it’s fine.”
“That’s pretty convenient.”
Yu Qing echoed, and the conversation ended there.
She glanced around the car’s interior.
As a luxury car worth over a million, the McLaren was not only striking on the outside but also exquisitely clean inside—there wasn’t a speck of dust.
It was clear how much the owner cherished it.
“How do you use a McLaren for an Internet Ride? Does the money you earn even cover the gas?”
Recalling online jokes about McLarens, Yu Qing couldn’t help but ask curiously.
“The platform assigned the car. Since gas is expensive, the fare is naturally higher.”
The driver pondered for a few seconds before answering. His expression remained unchanged.
“I see.”
Yu Qing nodded knowingly, then placed her handbag on her lap, unzipped it, and began searching inside as she casually asked,
“Then how did you confirm I was the one you were supposed to pick up? I remember there were quite a few people waiting at the School Gate.”
It seemed like a casual question, but there was a hint of suspicion hidden beneath the surface.
“How to confirm…”
The driver murmured, his gaze steady as he continued to stare ahead.
At least as a driver, he was qualified.
“Of those people, you were the best looking. Does that count as a reason?”
The driver chuckled softly, his eyes drifting slightly as he glanced at Yu Qing through the rearview mirror.
“I parked the car there and you got in yourself. Now you’re questioning me? Isn’t that a bit backwards, Miss?”
“You admit this is your car?”
Yu Qing suddenly spoke, interrupting the driver’s retort.
The atmosphere in the car turned silent.
After a full minute, the driver finally snapped back to his senses and replied in mock realization,
“Just slipped out. Sorry.”
But unfortunately, it was already too late.
“I checked your Internet Ride registration time and found your account was created just today. Would the platform really give a McLaren to a newcomer?”
Yu Qing continued pressing, giving the driver no chance to react.
“No, or rather, the platform doesn’t provide cars to drivers at all—let alone a McLaren.”
“I—”
“You don’t need to deny it. I’ve already confirmed it with customer service.”
The driver tried to speak, but Yu Qing cut him off again.
“From your clothes, it’s obvious this car isn’t yours. You’re wearing a suit, but it’s all cheap stuff worth only a few hundred yuan.”
“Also, your smoker’s voice is severe. From what I know, that means your addiction has reached the point where you smoke every day, yet there’s not a trace of ash in the car. That clearly means you’re afraid to dirty it.”
Yu Qing had several similar reasons, but she was certain that, at this point, the other party wouldn’t—or rather, had no need to—deny it.
“Little girl.”
As expected, the driver fell silent for a moment, then sighed deeply and spoke helplessly.
“Can’t everything you’ve pointed out just be a coincidence? I’m just an Internet Ride driver, sending you to your destination. Don’t overthink it. If you keep this up, no one will be happy.”
“Coincidence? Go tell that to the police!”
Yu Qing sneered, pulling her phone from her handbag.
The screen clearly showed an ongoing call with “110”.
“You—!”
The driver’s expression stiffened. He wanted to move but suddenly remembered he was still driving.
Seeing the glaring “110” call interface in the rearview mirror, he hesitated, then finally resigned himself and dialed the car’s phone.
Yu Qing silently watched his actions, saying nothing, her hand holding the phone steady in the air, eyes cold.
“Beep—beep—”
The call was quickly answered, and a familiar face appeared on the display.
Zhou Min.
“Put the phone down, Yiyi.”
On the screen, she sat at a desk, only half her body visible, a pen in hand—she was clearly in the middle of work.
“These little tricks might fool him, but between us, there’s no need.”
Zhou Min sighed, her gaze complex.
“Minmin~”
Yu Qing’s lips curled up as she let out a sweet, almost coquettish sound, as if sulking.
“Why are you siding with outsiders!”
She pouted, looking as if she might cry at any moment, as if genuinely hurt.
“You’ve grown a lot in this short time, Yiyi.”
Zhou Min didn’t directly answer Yu Qing’s accusation, instead sighing.
“You made a lot of mistakes. Although the Chairman asked you to show some flaws to alert the other party, your mistakes were too basic.”
She ignored Yu Qing’s pitiful expression for now and turned to look at the trembling driver beside her.
“Not only did you let the other party lead you by the nose, but you were also scared by a fake police call screenshot. If you had looked more closely, you’d have noticed the call duration never changed.”
“Your performance bonus for this month is gone. Go back and reflect.”
With a few words, Zhou Min sealed the driver’s fate before finally turning to face Yu Qing.
“Now, let’s talk about our problem, Miss Impostor.”
Her tone was calm, devoid of emotion.