Yun Ya was too beautiful, had a shining reputation, and had no acquaintances with them, so naturally, these girls did not like Yun Ya.
"Sisters, I’ve just returned to the country and don’t really know any friends. If you don’t mind, could I be friends with you?" The girl’s gaze was sincere and bright, and her manner of speaking was gentle and polite, which truly made it difficult for anyone to feel aversion.
One of the girls closest to Yun Ya smiled and took Yun Ya’s arm: "Of course, you can. If I had such a beautiful little sister, I’d wake up smiling from my dreams."
Yun Ya looked at the girl in front of her with short, choppy hair, radiating a lively and spirited air, and said gratefully, "Fan Ying, you’re so kind."
Fan Ying raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You know me?"
"Fan Ying, you won the F1 World Championship when you were just sixteen. You showed that women can be as tough as men. I’ve watched all your races; I’m really your little fan," the girl said with an adorable demeanor, as if she had truly transformed into a little fan, her eyes filled with adoration.
Fan Ying narrowed her eyes, taking another look at the girl: "Oh? But I’ve already left the racing world."
Yun Ya expressed some regret: "That battle at Tiger Mountain, where Fan Ying was ambushed by an opponent and injured her arm, preventing her from driving ever again, was truly a great loss for the racing world."
Not many people knew why she gave up racing, and unless one truly admired her, they would not be aware of it.
At first, she thought this girl was deliberately getting close to her, considered her to be scheming and started to regret speaking with her, but now she felt somewhat guilty.
Don’t always assume the worst in people, this beautiful and tender young woman is obviously a sincere fan.
Fan Ying eagerly took her hand: "My mom said I was losing ambition with my hobbies, even my boyfriend couldn’t understand me, but it seems there are still people in the world who really get me."
Yun Ya smiled lightly, a glimmer of light passing through her eyes.
Fan Ying came from a Family of Scholars; her grandfather was a professor at Jiangzhou University, her grandmother a famous musician within the country, and both her parents were diplomats. Her maternal family was also a well-known Family of Scholars. A daughter raised in such a family should have been full of talent and grace, yet Fan Ying was the exception. Since childhood, she was like a tomboy, not fitting in at all with the Fan Family’s strong scholarly atmosphere, almost making one wonder if she was switched at birth.
After falling in love with racing, she became unstoppable, and she was passionate about all the sports that boys liked, such as taekwondo, boxing, adventure, and so on, making people sigh that she was born in the wrong time.
However, as she grew older, she began to settle down for her boyfriend and slowly lost her edges, becoming a noble lady who hardly showed her teeth when smiling.
Even so, she could not change the inherent cool and poised nature in her bones.
Her parents held significant weight in the political circle, and not many dared to provoke the Fan Family, which was also a reason why Yun Ya wanted to befriend her.
In just a short while, the two of them became as close as best friends, making the other girls green with envy. Fan Ying was difficult to approach, and they had barely managed to strike up a conversation with her, only to be preempted by Ji Yunya, filling them with irritation.
"Fan Ying, I didn’t realize you used to be a race car driver. It’s really not apparent," Yun Ya said to the girl who spoke, her face delicate and body a bit plump, but she appeared quite well-off. Seeing Yun Ya look her way, she glared at Yun Ya fiercely.
Yun Ya smiled softly, gently dropping her gaze.
Fan Ying’s smile faded slightly as she looked up at the speaking girl.
"It’s quite lively here, I’ll join in the fun. You guys wouldn’t mind, right?" Ye Xiaoxiao appeared assertively as she spoke.
The few girls who had just been fawning over Fan Ying immediately went to curry favor with Ye Xiaoxiao.
Fan Ying’s lips curled slightly. These fair-weather friends. Content originally comes from novel⸺fire.net
Yun Ya pursed her lips, standing quietly beside Fan Ying.
Fan Ying glanced at her, seeing only the girl’s beautiful and soft profile from her angle. Under the flickering lights, there was a different kind of serene beauty, as if even a person’s heart could calm down along with it.
"Why don’t you go?" Fan Ying asked.
Yun Ya chuckled lightly, "Why should I go?" The girl’s demeanor when uttering these words was proud and indifferent.
As if the Ye Xiaoxiao that everyone tried to please was nothing more than a worthless stone, not worthy of a single glance from her.
Disdainful and arrogant.