Chapter 175

Su Ruoyun's vision went black, and she instinctively wanted to step back and close the door, but her back suddenly collided with a human wall that steadied her firmly.

"What coincidence?"

Huo Jingcheng's voice enveloped her from behind.

"Isn't it a coincidence to happen upon a young couple having a secret rendezvous?" Min Qinwen lifted his chin defiantly, loosened his shirt cuffs, unbuttoned them, and rolled up his sleeves a few folds, revealing a section of his fair forearm.

Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Seeing this, Min Qinwen curled his thin lips into a smile, somewhat brazenly: "What, do you want to kill me to silence me?"

Huo Jingcheng's expression remained completely calm; his large hand turned Su Ruoyun's tense little face toward him, and he planted a soothing kiss on her smooth forehead: "You go back first."

"Then what about you?" Su Ruoyun clutched his suit jacket, twisting it into a few swirls.

"I'll deal with him."

Min Qinwen: "..."

Su Ruoyun instinctively glanced at Min Qinwen, and finally, uneasy, she looked back with every step she took, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

With the two remaining, Min Qinwen crossed his arms, and Huo Jingcheng leaned sideways against the wall.

——

Su Ruoyun didn't see Min Qinwen again until the following evening.

Min Qinwen loved cars; he had come to the capital not for a blind date as rumored, but for a motorcycle race.

The wind of the midsummer night was warm with a hint of dryness, like an invisible fire, wantonly igniting the restlessness in the hearts of the racers, burning ever brighter and harder to suppress.

As the night grew darker, lights flickered vaguely in the hills behind the suburbs of Beijing. Under the bright white lights, dozens of motorcycles were parked at the track, staging a real-life version of "Fast and Furious."

Those participating in the race were all children of wealthy families, and several patrol cars and ambulances were waiting on the sidelines early on to prevent accidents.

Below the track, a group of racers were making pre-race preparations, and one figure was particularly eye-catching.

Min Qinwen was dressed in a black-and-white motorcycle suit and wearing a helmet; the suit revealed his broad shoulders and narrow waist, outlining a pair of long legs.

Beside him was a cool Kawasaki Ninja H2 motorcycle, its black body paired with striking green lines, possessing a strong mechanical feel.

Just standing there casually, he exuded a haughty, unruly air from his very bones—an aura of disdain for and control over everything around him.

Su Ruoyun wore a baseball cap that covered most of her face, leaning against the roadside railing and clinging to Huo Jingcheng's shoulder.

There are few who do not yearn for the wind and the thrill of hot-blooded passion.

The race lasted until eight in the evening, and the people by the stands gradually dispersed.

Min Qinwen, having won the race, was in a great mood; he took off his helmet and threw it to the bodyguard beside him, while another bodyguard handed him a bottle of water with the cap already twisted off.

His forehead was soaked in a thin layer of sweat, but he didn't even wipe it, walking straight toward Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun. Like a peacock fanning its tail, he arched his eyebrows at Su Ruoyun.

"Little sister, is your brother handsome?"

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng let out a cold, unceremonious scoff. Min Qinwen didn't care in the slightest; instead, he winked ambiguously at Su Ruoyun.

The track was Min Qinwen's home turf, so Su Ruoyun naturally wouldn't be so tactless as to deny it; instead, she smiled and played along, saying "Handsome" decisively.

Min Qinwen gave Huo Jingcheng a satisfied look.

Taking advantage of his excitement, Su Ruoyun spoke up, trying to get close: "Brother, can you let me ride your motorcycle once?"

Watching the five races had made her itch to try.

The next second, Min Qinwen played dumb, pretending to look around: "Huh? Su Mingyan isn't here, who are you calling brother?"

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Under the pressure of Huo Jingcheng's gaze, Min Qinwen reluctantly lent his beloved bike to Su Ruoyun, warning her uneasily: "Be careful, this is my treasure."

"Got it, got it." Su Ruoyun muttered dismissively while mounting the motorcycle, her slender, straight legs gleaming in the dark night.

To use a current buzzword, it was "so white it glowed."

Huo Jingcheng thought she was going to ride a lap around the mountain road, so he stepped aside a few paces, voluntarily clearing the way for her.

Unexpectedly, Su Ruoyun raised her hand to pat the seat behind her, then looked at him with hopeful eyes, fluttering her long lashes.

Min Qinwen clutched his mineral water bottle, tilted his head back to take a few gulps, and seeing this, said: "Little sister, you've got a lot of nerve."

Daring to carry a passenger, too.

Huo Jingcheng held the handlebars of the Kawasaki Ninja H2, swung a long leg over, steadied himself on both sides, and sat down behind her.

"You've got a lot of nerve, Little Bamboo."

He took the helmet Min Qinwen handed over and put it on her and himself securely.

He was a head taller than her; when he lowered his head to speak, his thin lips brushed against the tip of her ear. Su Ruoyun flinched and dodged, then turned the key and started the motorcycle, the engine roaring to life.

Scorching heat waves, accompanied by deafening noise, surged wantonly around them, making their blood boil and churn.

Huo Jingcheng's arms suddenly wrapped around her and tightened, pinning Su Ruoyun's slender waist, and then his entire body leaned in, like a wild beast crouching behind her.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle sped off into the night like a wild horse breaking its reins.

They sped all the way from the suburbs, weaving through the landmark buildings of Beijing's CBD. The night wind rustled in their ears, and the dense clusters of skyscrapers flew backward like a fast-forwarded movie.

Her bangs were blown into a mess by the night wind, blocking Huo Jingcheng's view, so he simply turned his head and rested it on Su Ruoyun's shoulder, seeing all the myriad lights of Sijiucheng reflected in her clear eyes.

Car taillights looked like flowing golden light and shadow; windows around them were rolled down, and the car radio played music—a familiar Cantonese song.

Sweetly running with my lover in the wind,

Loudly cheering that you have love, not a wasted life.

One "I do,"

One "I do,"

A heaven-shaking love with no more regrets.

On the other side, Hengfeng Building.

Su Mingyan was still working overtime, processing work.

Assistant Peng Ran walked into the office with an envelope.

Sometimes government approvals, company replies, etc., were sent via mail; however, the EMS envelope in his hand did not have a government seal, nor did it have a company name.

Peng Ran looked at the sender's name on it, feeling a bit awkward, truly not knowing how to handle it.

"Mr. Su."

Su Mingyan's gaze pulled away from the cold light of the computer screen: "What is it?"

"An EMS envelope; I don't know who sent it," Peng Ran said.

Hearing this, Su Mingyan leaned lazily against his office chair, his right hand resting casually on the armrest, and his left hand took the envelope Peng Ran handed over.

His gaze fell on the sender's name field, where four printed characters read—【Your Friend】.

Su Mingyan frowned imperceptibly and studied it silently for two seconds.

Just when Peng Ran thought Su Mingyan was going to treat it as junk mail for him to dispose of, Su Mingyan raised his hand and meticulously tore open the seal along the edge.

Inside was a folded sheet of white paper.

His long fingers pinched the thin layer, and Su Mingyan unfolded it unhurriedly; on it was a line of printed text.

【Your sister is dating Huo Jingcheng.】

?? On Qixi, only Mr. Huo is not smiling.

? There is another chapter added.

? No-prize quiz: Who sent this letter?

? ——

? Sweetly running with my lover in the wind,

? Loudly cheering that you have love, not a wasted life.

? One "I do,"

? One "I do,"

? A heaven-shaking love with no more regrets.

?...

? —— "Rare to Have a Lover" by Kwan Shuk-yee