Chapter 37

Bak could confidently say that the most beautiful person he had ever seen was standing right there, and he would not hesitate to bestow this title upon her, of course, if she deigned to accept it.

The source of her overwhelming presence was not just her beauty but also the aura that Mu Chenfei exuded.

Her high and mighty demeanor, which easily made men feel disheartened or hesitant, combined with the expensive clothing and jewelry she wore, and the Maserati MC sports car worth over 150,000 euros parked beside her, all paled in comparison to the moment when she opened the car door, stood there, and scanned the surroundings with a polite yet decidedly proud gaze. Most men would likely hear the sound of their hearts breaking.

For her stunning beauty almost set the standard for what beauty meant, and the pressure to match or even bear such beauty followed!

Her proud yet not contemptuous expression indicated her excellent upbringing, which almost subconsciously made people discard any contempt for the source of her wealth when a beautiful woman appeared with a luxury car. Only a truly well-connected family could raise such a proud and accomplished daughter, right?

This was what Bak thought, but he still had an unusually strong heart. He could at least walk up to her steadily, almost blurting out, "Are you here to wash your car?" This showed that Bak, despite believing his inner strength was sufficient, was still somewhat moved by true beauty. At least he took the toothpick out of his mouth, not just for show.

To be honest, getting closer allowed Bak to better appreciate this beauty. In Ukraine, there were many beautiful girls, but most couldn't stand up to close inspection. European skin was generally rougher, and the hesitation in the girl's lip-biting was clearly only about the dirty water on the side of the car. Perhaps to Mu Chenfei, dirty water was more terrifying than any man or onlooker around her.

So when Bak took out a transparent film cover, Mu Chenfei's face showed a fleeting smile of approval, which, though brief, made everyone around, whether openly or secretly watching her, feel a sense of comfort as if a gentle breeze had blown by!

This was perhaps the power of beauty.

Her voice was slightly coquettish: "Wash it clean... do a simple care for the leather interior..." She took her handbag from the car with her right hand, put on her sunglasses with her left, and carefully walked along the dry part of the road to the air-conditioned glass rest room, instantly reducing the pressure around Bak and the car by a significant margin!

Bak chuckled and shook his head, mocking his own resolve. He quickly covered the seats and steering wheel with a dust cover, and his half-crouched, skilled posture proved he had experience driving such low sports cars. With a toothpick in his mouth, he carefully steered the car into the wash lane. The car's low chassis and elegant design made the front end dip as he had to be very careful to avoid the dirty water. His mind was filled with thoughts of why such a high-end car would come to a mid-range car wash.

Questioning the unreasonable was his habit.

Bak parked the car on the moving steel plate. His colleagues were still distracted, stealing glances at the beauty. He called out to the female employees who were also sneaking peeks: "Wash the interior... be careful, there's a lot of white leather...” He whispered to the familiar aunties: “Don’t use any cleaning agents, just use water and a cloth to wipe off the surface dust. The car is well-maintained, just do a surface job.” If they used the usual slightly corrosive cleaning agents and accidentally damaged the interior, they might lose their jobs. Poor people really couldn't afford to lose their jobs.

The aunts and sisters nodded in understanding and started their work. The young men only turned back to start foaming and rinsing after Bak called out several times, showing no excitement or enthusiasm for the top-tier sports car. They kept looking back, and Bak, leaning against the moving car frame, helped out, catching a glimpse of the female owner making a phone call. Her casual and easy demeanor suggested she was young, and her upbringing was genuinely good. Compared to the two tame but secretly fierce "kittens" at home, Bak deeply felt the importance of good upbringing.

The other resting colleagues probably heard the news and crowded over to watch. The cars behind were delayed, but the owners, also secretly watching the transparent rest room, surprisingly didn't get angry. They handed over their keys and moved closer for a closer look.

The girl still had some basic caution. She put away her phone, stood by the counter, asked about the payment method, and then took out her credit card to pay.

Perhaps to get a few more looks, these young rascals washed the car a bit slowly. Bak urged them several times before they finally polished and dried the car. The already sleek Maserati MC now looked even more exquisite, just like its owner. Bak took a towel from his back pocket to wipe off two small water marks on the car, then got in and drove it steadily to the standard parking spot in front of the rest room, carefully avoiding the puddles on the side of the road. He opened the door, removed the dust cover, and placed the car keys next to the electronic handbrake. Seeing the female owner come out, he turned and left.

He muttered to himself that such an expensive car still used a key to start, which wasn't very high-end. A Volkswagen sedan that had just finished washing drove past him, the wheels splashing water all over him. Bak pursed his lips, thinking the driver was probably eager to get close to the female owner.

Perhaps the closer he got, the more he felt inferior. Even his smooth chatting skills seemed to falter under the young female owner's proud and unapproachable gaze, and the car passed by her somewhat nervously.

The young girl, who finally showed a slight smirk, was about to close the car door when the Volkswagen driver, seemingly distracted, drove the car into a puddle, splashing a large amount of water.

Bak had already suggested to the boss to clear the drainage outlets on the side of the road. After the peak hours, there would always be a large puddle. The boss didn't care much since most of the cars here weren't high-end, and the focus was on volume. The time and effort to clear the drainage outlets could be used to wash more cars, so he didn't pay much attention.

As a result, the Volkswagen, driving down the curb, splashed a large amount of water directly into the low and open driver's seat of the Maserati!

Bak watched as the proud girl's beautiful face turned pale with a scream. She futilely raised her designer handbag to shield herself, but the dark-colored LV bag couldn't stop the invisible and dirty water, which splashed all over her and the pure white driver's seat!

The frameless and narrow car door, combined with the low and sleek sports car, made the consequences of the puddle even more dramatic. Bak almost laughed out loud!

It wasn't out of mockery or schadenfreude, but the dramatic contrast was just too striking. No matter how beautiful something was, getting splashed with dirty water made it look quite miserable.

Just like even the most beautiful girl has to go to the bathroom and has those few inconvenient days...

Well, in Bak's eyes, no matter how beautiful the exterior, it was all just flesh and blood underneath!

Why does this sound like an old monk?

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