Jiang Ning could clearly see that Hua Zijun had designs on Murong Wanwan, and the grievances between them mostly arose from this.
By imposing this condition, he was helping Hua Zijun get the girl he desired, so the latter would certainly not let him down!
As expected, upon hearing this, Hua Zijun’s eyes brightened greatly, and he showed a face full of appreciation.
This guy really suited his taste, and understood his preferences well. Being able to propose such a condition at this time was not in vain for his sponsorship.
However, he did not expect Murong Wanwan to agree, wanting this untamable wild horse to voluntarily offer a sweet kiss was harder than reaching the heavens!
"I can’t agree to this condition!"
Ye Xuan shook his head and immediately refused, "Apart from me, no one can kiss our little Wanwan because she only kisses me! Please come up with another request."
He had no right to make decisions for Murong Wanwan, but he could certainly help her refuse!
And letting Murong Wanwan kiss someone else was also out of the question for Ye Xuan.
"I’m asking Miss Murong, and it seems you haven’t solicited her opinion yet?" Jiang Ning frowned.
"No need, I’ll make the decision for her, and she definitely won’t agree!"
Ye Xuan declared confidently, calmly.
Regarding Murong Wanwan’s personality, he somewhat understood her. Unless it was her own will, having her kiss a man she disliked was absolutely impossible! It would be even harder than a sow climbing a tree.
However, no sooner had he spoken than Murong Wanwan herself said,
"Who says Grandma isn’t willing?"
Her eyes darted about, and suddenly with a smile, she preempted Ye Xuan from speaking and said to Jiang Ning, "I agree to this additional condition! If we lose in the end, I’ll kiss that pretty boy. But, Grandma has an additional condition too, if we win, that pretty boy must hand over his ’third leg’ for me to land a ’descendant’s kick’."
Uh... a descendant’s kick?
Just when he was wondering why this girl had agreed, on hearing this, Ye Xuan then understood.
This girl was not one to suffer a loss; she was setting a trap for Hua Zijun!
But Ye Xuan immediately wore a strange look. Why did this girl always love kicking at men’s groins? She had just kicked Hua Kang there, and now she wanted to do the same to Hua Zijun. Could it be... she was addicted to the feeling of busting balls, wanting to become a little brother’s assassin?
Thinking this, Ye Xuan felt this girl was becoming more dangerous by the day, and it would be better to stay away from her in the future.
As Ye Xuan felt this way, Hua Zijun fared even worse. He immediately felt a chilling breeze at his groin, making him clench his legs together, feeling an intense sadness for his ’eggs.’
He muttered in his heart; this girl was not only fierce but also terribly wicked! Constantly aiming to kick men’s groins?
Didn’t she realize these parts were used for bringing forth future generations, and shouldn’t be kicked willy-nilly?
"I can’t decide on this."
Jiang Ning frowned, helplessly speaking.
This request could only be decided by Hua Zijun. He couldn’t make such a decision for the latter, looking quite embarrassed.
Thinking for a moment, he turned his gaze toward the other party, tentatively asking, "Mr. Hua, how about we... forget the additional condition and proceed as normal?"
"Don’t cancel, just follow her conditions!"
Hua Zijun clenched his teeth and waved his hand vigorously, looking straight at Murong Wanwan, "Miss Murong, I accept your terms, but I hope you keep your word and don’t deny it if you lose later."
Me, go back on my word? I’m just worried you’ll do that, you big fool! Hehehe...
Murong Wanwan’s face revealed a devilish smile, but she spoke solemnly, patting her chest, "Be careful, I always keep my word! Besides, with so many people around, I can’t just back out! However, I do doubt whether you’ll keep your word. If you lose, you’ll have to endure a kick from me!"
Hua Zijun’s lips twitched.
Then, glancing at Jiang Ning, he felt slightly relieved and said indifferently, "Thanks for the reminder, Miss Murong, but I don’t have that worry at all. Because the ultimate victory will only belong to us!"
He had complete confidence in Jiang Ning’s driving skills; he just couldn’t believe Jiang Ning would lose to Ye Xuan!
That was why he had agreed to Murong Wanwan’s ’groin kick’ condition.
However, in his opinion, it was simply impossible; since Jiang Ning wouldn’t lose, he certainly wouldn’t be kicked in the groin! And he would also receive a kiss from Murong Wanwan.
With that thought, Hua Zijun’s lips curled into a cold smirk, "Enough talk, let’s start the race right now."
Murong Wanwan nodded, tossed the Porsche keys to Ye Xuan, and excitedly said, "Brother Ye, bring out the car first, let’s hit the track together! I want to experience the feeling of showing off like the wind."
"As you wish, Brother Ye will show off and fly with you!"
Ye Xuan took the car keys, responding with a phrase, and walked towards the Porsche in the parking lot.
"Hey, bro, wait a second..."
Just as Ye Xuan turned around, the crowd behind him parted.
A punk-haired young man quickly stepped out, laughing and blocking Ye Xuan’s path, looking him up and down.
"Do you need something?" Ye Xuan asked, puzzled.
"You’re going to race against Jiang Ning, right? Drive my car, it’ll give you a better chance of winning."
The punk-haired young man shook the car keys in his hand, tossing them to Ye Xuan with a laugh.
Ye Xuan caught the keys and looked in the direction the punk-haired youth was pointing. Parked on the edge of the field was a Ferrari LaFerrari, a dream car owned by only one person here, the runner-up of this car race, Du Mingcheng.
At this moment, Ye Xuan guessed that this punk-haired young man was Du Mingcheng!
However, Ye Xuan just glanced once, then returned his gaze and tossed the keys back, smiling and shaking his head, "I appreciate your kindness, but it’s not needed. I’ll race with this car."
Ye Xuan did not accept Du Mingcheng’s kindness; the Ferrari LaFerrari, as one of the top three supercars, was certainly a lot better than Murong Wanwan’s Porsche.
But Ye Xuan didn’t need it. With his driving skills, did he need any further advantage?
That would be redundant!
Du Mingcheng looked astonished, watching Ye Xuan walk towards the Porsche and frowned, "This car accelerates to 60 mph in 4.5 seconds, with a top speed of about 300 mph! My Ferrari LaFerrari accelerates in less than 3 seconds to the same distance, with speeds exceeding 360 mph. The performance can outstrip your car by a mile! I’m curious why you would give up a higher chance of winning. Every second is crucial in a race, even a 0.1-second lag could decide the chips of defeat!"
Ye Xuan smiled faintly, pointed to his nose and said, "Because on the racetrack, the most crucial factor in determining the winner is not the car, but the person! Even driving this Porsche, I can easily defeat him."
After that, Ye Xuan patted Du Mingcheng on the shoulder, walked past him, and continued towards the Porsche.