Chapter 215: Racing

Yu Tingyun came out to look for them, and just as he stepped out of the private room, he saw the figures of Yu Shixue and Ling Wu in a tight embrace at the corner of the corridor; his hand hanging by his side tightened, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long moment, he smiled with an inscrutable expression.

"Brother!"

Yu Shixue turned his head and saw Yu Tingyun; his hand remained in the posture of holding Ling Wu's shoulder, just waiting for him to come over.

Yu Tingyun strode forward with his long legs, his body still retaining the callowness of youth; he looked at Ling Wu secretively for a long time, lowered his eyes, and gave a low laugh: "Sister-in-law."

Ling Wu was indifferent: "Mm."

Yu Shixue asked him: "Why did you come?"

"Came out to look for you guys, isn't New Year's Eve almost here?" Yu Tingyun's gaze quickly shifted away from Ling Wu, as if that meaningful look just now had been an illusion; he said in a relaxed tone: "They said they wanted some excitement and were going racing, asked if you two wanted to go?"

Yu Shixue scraped his fingertips against Ling Wu's cheek and asked: "Shall we go?"

Ling Wu: "Let's go."

And so, the group returned to the private room.

Bai Yinan sat at the bar in the corner of the room, his eyes wet; he picked up his whiskey and downed it, holding his phone to his ear, his eyes falling on Ling Wu and Yu Shixue as they walked back in, his nose stinging as he wailed: "Sister... the person I like is really going to marry someone else, I... I just saw them walk in together with their arms around each other."

"How can my life be so bitter? Sobbing... I haven't even confessed yet, how did this unrequited love end just like that."

Bai Yimo signed the documents and threw them to her secretary, telling them to leave, and couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Your life is bitter?"

"Look at how pathetic you are."

Bai Yinan cried with teary eyes: "You say... last time on his birthday, I gave him pink crystals that symbolize love, does he even know that it meant I like him? Last time, last time... I invited him to our house to hang out, he rejected me, I originally wanted to confess... sobbing, but I don't have a chance anymore."

"Where are you?" Bai Yimo asked upon hearing the noisy sounds on his end.

Bai Yinan wiped his tears and said: "I'm at Nanshan."

"Bai Yinan." Bai Yimo called her younger brother's name, rubbed her brow, and said in a helpless tone: "You are 21 years old this year, you've long passed the age of being two; Ling Wu doesn't even know you like him, what's the use of you crying?"

"I told you to seize the opportunity, did you seize it?"

Bai Yinan felt very aggrieved: "But I just like him, he won't even accept my friend request, and I went to the Jin Family to find him and was chased out by the young master of the Jin Family... what can I do..."

"Is it still too late for me to go confess now?"

Bai Yimo: "........"

Truly, alcohol bolsters a coward's courage; his bravery is commendable.

"Send me the room number, don't wander around, I'm driving over to pick you up right now."

Bai Yimo hung up the phone after saying that.

Bai Yinan stuffed his phone into his pocket, and then a dark shadow loomed over his head; he tilted his head and met the gaze of Shen Zhaojue with teary eyes, the latter stunned for a long moment before sneering mercilessly: "Yo, Bai Yinan, are you putting on a heartbroken melodrama here?"

"None of your damn business!" Bai Yinan said.

"What are you here for?"

Shen Zhaojue asked the bartender for a drink, holding the glass with his slender fingers and saying: "Did you open this Nanshan? Do I need to ask your permission to come here?"

"I know you came to drink your sorrows away." Bai Yinan stood up, his fair face flushed from the alcohol, his figure swaying slightly: "... Because, you like Ling Wu."

Shen Zhaojue choked on his drink: "Damn, did that grandson Wei Ranxu tell you that?"

Bai Yinan was a bit muddled; once he drank, he was like someone who had taken a truth serum, spilling everything out: "We're all in the same class, what kind of pure, innocent young man are you pretending to be? Back when you were throwing away Ling Wu's love letters, you were more diligent than anyone, more like a sycophant than anyone."

"Damn it!" Shen Zhaojue grabbed him by the collar: "Who are you calling a sycophant?"

"I'll kill you!"

As if suddenly realizing something, he narrowed his eyes: "You have so much resentment, could it be that your letter was among the ones I threw away?"

Now it was Bai Yinan's turn to stay silent: "........"

"So it really was." Shen Zhaojue let go of his collar and clapped his hands: "Then that's your bad luck; this young master was just clearing out trash, and happened to clear out your share too."

Bai Yinan went on a drunken rampage: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, you're also a stumbling block on my path to confession!"

Fearing he would be framed, Shen Zhaojue put down his glass and hid far away, and then he watched as the drunken madman Bai Yinan, walking with confident and firm steps, found strength from who knows where, pulled Yu Shixue away from Ling Wu's side, and with the determination of "the wind blows cold, the Yi River is freezing," made a high-profile declaration of love: "Ling Wu, I've liked you for a long time!"

The private room exploded instantly.

A chorus of "Wow" could be heard.

Yu Tingyun found it interesting, leaning lazily against the booth, and glanced at his brother's expression.

Yu Shixue's face was cold: "If you have the guts, say that again."

Seeing Yu Shixue's stance, Shen Zhaojue silently lit a cigarette in his heart; it wouldn't be very festive to cause trouble on New Year's Eve. Seeing that the idiot Bai Yinan was still planning to speak, he cursed him for a moron, lifted his leg and kicked him to the ground, then dragged him away: "He's drunk."

Hey, Shen Zhaojue just didn't understand, how could a woman as shrewd and capable as Bai Yimo have a brain-dead younger brother like Bai Yinan who only had one track in his mind?

Could it be that when their parents gave birth, they bestowed all their lifelong "power" of intelligence onto Bai Yimo?

So that by the time it got to Bai Yinan, only stupidity was left?

Mindful of his friendship with the Bai Family, Yu Shixue did not pursue the matter too far; he dialed a number for Bai Yimo: "Where are you? Come to Nanshan and pick up your brother."

His words were filled with impatience.

Bai Yimo was driving, her red lips curling into an inscrutable smile: "What did my brother do to make the eldest young master Yu so furious?"

Yu Shixue: "You know in your heart."

He threw out this sentence abruptly and hung up the phone.

Bai Yimo looked at the call-ended screen, her bright, beautiful brows slightly furrowed.

Bai Yinan wouldn't have really used his drunken state to recklessly confess to Ling Wu, would he?

Thinking of this possibility, she floored the gas pedal.

And the farce at Nanshan soon came to an end because Bai Yinan had drunk himself into a stupor.

The cold wind at the summit was biting; Ling Wu buried half of their face into their scarf, their stray hairs blown into a mess, but those eyes were very bright.

The roar of the sports car engine was deafening, and the bright lights on both sides illuminated the ground of this road known as the "Devil Circuit."

A Bugatti with a sleek, high-tech exterior stopped in front of Ling Wu; the person sitting inside was Jing Du, who rested his elbow on the car window and asked: "Do you want to get in my car?"

Yin Huaiyu in the passenger seat was unhappy: "Adu, what do you mean? I'm still in the passenger seat, and you're inviting someone else right in front of me, trying to chase me away?"

Yin Huaiyu opened the car door and stepped out; the black jacket he wore accentuated his still-flamboyant air. Leaning half-against the door, he said, "Ling Wu, Adu's driving skills are just so-so, very average."

"I can only say it's standard and unremarkable, not exciting at all. Come sit in my car; I guarantee it'll be exciting and fun."

Yu Tingyun, who was standing to the side, spoke up: "Brother Huaiyu, isn't it a bit much to snatch my sister-in-law right in front of me?"

Sister-in-law?

These words, falling into the ears of Jing Du and Yin Huaiyu, felt very unpleasant.

Yin Huaiyu was unconcerned: "Shixue hasn't even spoken yet, why are you, a kid, cutting in?"

"Besides, it's not even the day of the wedding yet. Tingyun, isn't it too early for you to be calling him sister-in-law?"

"Have you asked for Ling Wu's opinion?"

"I've been an adult for a long time." Yu Tingyun crossed his arms over his chest and squinted at Yin Huaiyu: "My brother isn't saying anything because he isn't here."

"Why can't I call him sister-in-law? The marriage alliance between our two families is a done deal. You lot can just be green with envy." Relying on his youth, Yu Tingyun now put on a show of being bullied, snuggling into Ling Wu's embrace and acting spoiled: "Brother Ling Wu, tell me, can I call you sister-in-law?"

Ling Wu: "........"

【The little green tea outwits the red-haired guy and the brooding brother!】

【Look at how speechless our supporting male character baby has been rendered.】

【Ling Wu: It's like if I didn't agree, you wouldn't call me that anyway.】

【Why did Young Master Yin stop smiling when he saw Yu Tingyun burrowing into the supporting male's arms? Is he just naturally not a smiler?】

【Ling Wu: I still can't find the right reason for coming to Nanshan to this day.......】

Ling Wu placed his slender hand on the back of Yu Tingyun's neck, controlled his neck to move him away from his shoulder, then took off his beige scarf, placed it on his elbow, and said slowly: "No need, I'll drive one myself."

Both Jing Du and Yin Huaiyu fell silent.

When Yin Huaiyu had a head-on confrontation with Ling Wu while driving in Ganan, Ling Wu was able to drive an SUV with mediocre specs like that, and then successfully shake him off to break through the encirclement, which was enough to show that his true driving skills were superb.

Yu Tingyun: "That's great, I'll sit in the passenger seat."

"When do you guys start the race?"

"I'm betting on Brother Ling Wu, there has to be a prize, right?"

Jing Du: "Name whatever you want."

In the spectator stands, there was an electronic screen tracking the track situation in real-time. Yu Shixue and Shen Zhaojue were all sitting there, while Jin Shaoyu was absent from this gathering for some unknown reason.

Since Yin Huaiyu was driving a new supercar of his own to participate in the race, the passenger seat in Jing Du's car naturally became vacant, so he randomly chose a navigator to accompany him.

Ling Wu ultimately drove a Lamborghini with a unique design, with Yu Tingyun sitting in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt as his golden hair danced freely in the night wind.

"Bang!"

Following the sound of the starting gun, eight sports cars sped off simultaneously.

Ling Wu lagged slightly behind Yin Huaiyu's McLaren during the start. With a cold gaze, he placed his hands on the steering wheel and pursued him at a steady, unhurried pace.

He was in a position that was neither at the front nor at the back of the pack.

Extremely relaxed and at ease.

Yu Tingyun wasn't very interested in this kind of car race; the person he was truly interested in was the one sitting in the driver's seat. Even if they didn't win the prize, it didn't matter. He glanced at the ranking: "Brother Ling Wu, don't rush, it's the participation that counts."

Just as he finished speaking, they approached the first corner.

Ling Wu gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and downshifted precisely. The Lamborghini's four-wheel-drive system provided immense grip, allowing him to pass through the corner steadily. He seemed to have reined in his idle mood; after exiting the corner, he floored the accelerator, and the sports car practically shot out.

He instantly overtook two cars.

Soon, they entered the straightaway.

Ling Wu understood that this kind of straightaway was not easy to overtake on. The two sports cars ahead of him were driven by Jing Du and Yin Huaiyu, respectively.

Yin Huaiyu saw Ling Wu catching up unhurriedly through the rearview mirror. He curled his lips, then recalled the speed and passion of that day in Ganan, and Ling Wu's driving skills, which were like those of a madman possessed.......

Subsequently, he stepped on the accelerator. The sports car's excellent handling allowed it to maneuver with ease at high speeds, evolving from driving side-by-side with Jing Du to eventually overtaking him.

At this moment, Ling Wu caught up, the Lamborghini replacing the position previously held by the McLaren, nearly on the same horizontal line as Jing Du.

The beautiful navigator sitting in the passenger seat next door cast a flirtatious glance at Ling Wu.

The roar of the engines was deafening, the tires left several tracks on the ground, and the speed was so fast that it almost sparked.

Under such high speed, Ling Wu gradually unleashed his inner nature, his adrenaline surging, and he was in a state of excitement.

They entered a series of continuous corners.

Ling Wu manipulated the steering wheel precisely. The Lamborghini's steering accuracy allowed him to overtake Jing Du's car with ease. He was about to enter the next corner, but instead of slowing down as the spectator stands had guessed, he continued to floor the accelerator, constantly closing in on Yin Huaiyu's McLaren.

Seeing this death-defying driving style, Yin Huaiyu said in a low voice: "Madman."

When passing a high-speed corner, Ling Wu attempted to overtake from the outside, but Yin Huaiyu clearly knew of his aggressive driving style, so he decisively downshifted and deliberately leaned toward the right side of the track. At the same time, Jing Du also caught up.

The two sports cars thus sandwiched Ling Wu's Lamborghini in an awkward position, one in front and one on the right.

If he wanted to overtake now, he would inevitably collide with the Bugatti on the right. Ling Wu analyzed calmly for a moment and made a bold decision.

Yu Tingyun noticed he was still accelerating and didn't understand Ling Wu's near-insane idea, but he gripped his seatbelt tightly and looked toward the person in the driver's seat. That side profile was rendered with distinct contours by the lights on both sides, exuding the resolute and decisive charm of a mature man from the inside out.

It formed two extremes with the attitude Ling Wu usually held—aloof from the world, humble, and polite.

He jerked the steering wheel, and the sleek car body traced an S-shaped trajectory on the track, quickly brushing past the body of the Bugatti. The two cars were less than a few inches away from colliding, but the Lamborghini's beautiful tail-swing successfully avoided it, and he overtook them smoothly.

The female navigator was frightened: "What kind of death-defying driving is this?"

The spectator stands cheered.

"Too cool!"

"These driving skills, I really have to worship them."

"Damn, is he trying to die?"

"I really couldn't tell that someone as gentle as Ling Wu could drive so fiercely!"

Yin Huaiyu hadn't even reacted before he could only see the taillights of that Lamborghini.......

Ling Wu sped all the way, rushing across the finish line with the speed of lightning.