Cheng Zidong had just focused his gaze when the Corvette C7 Z06 sped past him.
He saw clearly that it was a youth—a youth who was extremely delicate and handsome, so dazzling that he couldn’t help but whistle.
The brisk wind tousled the youth’s soft black hair, making it messy yet aesthetically pleasing, revealing a fair, plump forehead and a pair of extremely beautiful eyes beneath; unfortunately, his mouth and nose were covered by a mask.
But even just seeing a pair of eyes, he could imagine how stunning the face beneath them must be.
Such an extraordinary kid.
Cheng Zidong licked his lips.
Li Shuo, "Brother Dong, what do you think? The car’s not bad, right?"
"Not just good, it’s delicious."
Delicious? Was that a way to describe a car?
Aside, Zhang Lei nudged Li Shuo, "What do you know? Brother Dong isn’t eyeing the car; he’s clearly taken by the person."
Cheng Zidong was famously gay, a fact known by everyone in this circle, and he never hid it.
After a few laps, Ye Xian’s mood had almost relaxed, worrying that Zhou Lu had been waiting too long, she gradually slowed down the car and unfastened her seatbelt.
Suddenly, a shadow obscured the light in front of her.
She looked up and saw a man with a buzz cut and tattoos on his brawny arms.
Without even a second glance, she opened the car door, but didn’t expect Cheng Zidong to block the door with his hand.
Ye Xian spoke those two words lightly, causing Cheng Zidong’s heart to thump wildly.
Up close, not only were the youth’s eyes stunningly beautiful, clear and mesmerizing, inviting flirtation; his temperament was also quite wild.
Fierce when driving, spicy when getting out of the car—he simply loved it! This kid surpassed any man he had seen before.
"Not bad at racing, what’s your name?"
Ye Xian replied, "I’m your ’uncle’."
Cheng Zidong laughed out loud, excited by the response; he liked this kind of person.
"Well then, Uncle, my name’s Cheng Zidong. How about we get acquainted?"
Ye Xian didn’t really want to bother with him, but she found his name somewhat familiar.
Had she seen it somewhere before, in the original story?
She couldn’t quite remember, but if she recalled correctly, he was someone who had crossed paths with Luo Yuwei, one of her pursuers? With such a burly and rough look, his personality seemed quite cheeky too, and he didn’t look like someone honorable; pursuing Luo Yuwei? He was quite confident, wasn’t he?
She tried to open the car door again, but this time a group of men behind Cheng Zidong crowded around her.
Ye Xian glanced at the racetrack’s staff, who had noticed her predicament but appeared to fear something, merely lowering their heads pretending to see nothing.
It seemed he held some influence here?
Ye Xian laughed; indeed, her luck today was extraordinarily bad, one trouble after another.
"What exactly do you want?"
Cheng Zidong replied, "Either pull down your mask and let me see you, let’s get acquainted, or race me. If I win, it’s still the former option. If you win, you can go as you please."
Cheng Zidong’s followers stirred up a commotion.
Brother Dong was obviously smitten with him, teasing him—go up against his driving skills? Not bragging, but no one in the Imperial Capital’s racing scene could match up to Brother Dong.
From his words, it seemed she wouldn’t be able to leave today without a race.
Fine, she’d reluctantly help educate her ’uncle,’ teaching him that one should be humble.
Two top-equipped, stylishly designed race cars were parked in front of the racetrack, Cheng Zidong sitting in an SLS AMG, cheekily whistling at her, "Hey, ’uncle,’ don’t cry if you lose later~"