Chapter 73: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng
Chapter 73: The New Racing Deity of Wudao Mountain**
Jing Jiangning's car brushed past the guardrail, generating sparks from the rapid friction at high speed. He swiftly adjusted the steering wheel and faced another turn.
A massive S-shaped turn!
On this kind of road, even a slight drift could result in a disastrous crash!
Expressionless, Jiang Chenchen firmly gripped the steering wheel, calculating the optimal moment to accelerate as she approached the last turn, unleashing the full power of the engine.
The car seemed to drift!
Jing Jiangning hadn't expected her to drift at this moment. Without the ability to control the car and absolute confidence, attempting such a maneuver would be unthinkable. The engine was probably close to exploding!
The spectators watching the race held their breath. The scene was too intense!
In the dark car, Sheng Mingsi's brows furrowed, and his eyes darkened. It was too reckless.
But Jiang Chenchen's hands remained steady. In this high-speed drift through the challenging turn, her car aggressively passed Jing Jiangning's, almost in an instant. She skillfully corrected the vehicle's position and overtook him!
Cheers echoed through the night sky as they welcomed Jiang Chenchen, the first to cross the finish line, in her dazzling red car.
The car came to a stop, and the crowd swarmed around.
This woman, who had never appeared on the racing scene before, had defeated other racers tonight, including the legendary Jing Jiangning from Southern City. Who was she?
Jing Jiangning, stopping behind, opened his car door and walked towards her.
Leaning against the car window, Jiang Chenchen gazed at the night, the wind blowing through her hair. The crowd cheered for her, but she seemed devoid of any joy.
Seeing this, Jing Jiangning felt that losing to her was indeed due to his inadequate skills. This calm and composed person was truly powerful.
He walked over, nodded at her, and with a smile that revealed dimples, he appeared shy and humble.
Extending his hand, he said, "Can I challenge you again in the future?"
He didn't even ask her name, just expressing his intention to compete when his skills were sufficient. As a racer, that was his goal, with no extraneous thoughts.
Looking at him, Jiang Chenchen shook his hand. "Let's talk about it later."
This was the first sentence she spoke tonight.
Jing Jiangning politely released her hand, scratched his head, and said, "Your engine must be at its limit. Almost done, right?"
"Exploded."
Jing Jiangning smiled. "As expected."
With precise calculations at the last moment, she used the ultimate power to surge to the finish line, scrapping the car in the process.
Reckless and indifferent to the car's well-being.
Was she really a racer?
But it didn't matter.
Jing Jiangning nodded at her. "See you later."
He returned to his car and disappeared into the night.
Others crowded around Jiang Chenchen, cheering loudly. "Congratulations! You've become the new racing deity of Wudao Mountain!"
She didn't care about being a racing deity; she only knew that the prize money was now hers.
Sun Bailong felt less embarrassed now, having someone to stand in the forefront and divert attention.
He hadn't expected this woman to be so skilled. That collision on the road that day seemed like she had shown mercy.
The race ended, and Sun Bailong insisted on taking her out for a meal.
For the sake of the money, Jiang Chenchen had to compromise.
Sun Bailong patted the hood of the red car and said boldly, "Let's use this war chariot to lead us to drink and sing, celebrating all night! I'll treat you!"
His entourage joined in the excitement.
Jiang Chenchen, however, said, "This car can't be driven."
But Sun Bailong pounded his chest. "So what if it's broken? It's just a car. Come, use my car."
"Oh, brother Sun, did you notice those two helicopters above us? They left not long ago."
Sun Bailong thought for a moment. "Could it be..."
A low-profile car drove up and blocked their view.
The window rolled down, revealing a gloomy and unpredictable face.
Sun Bailong muttered, "Young Master Sheng, you also came to watch the race!"
"Enough chatter. Transfer the money to her account, not a penny less." Sheng Mingsi's cold gaze swept over, "As for the rest, we'll talk after daybreak."
Sun Bailong, usually domineering, trembled under the cold wind of Sheng Mingsi's words. He quickly assumed a pleasing posture. "Sure, sure, if Young Master Sheng says so, I will definitely follow through."
However, Sheng Mingsi didn't look at him again, shifting his gaze away and focusing on Jiang Chenchen.
"Stop standing there. Get in the car."
So, Jiang Chenchen tightly gripped her phone and got into the car.
How did he know? Why did he come here?
They agreed that she wouldn't drive without a license. This time, she was caught in the act. He must be very angry again.
The car started.
In the dark night within the car, Sheng Mingsi stared ahead, not saying a word.
A moment of silence passed in the car.
Jiang Chenchen could feel the aura of anger emanating from him.
"I'm sorry..."
She apologized.
Although Sheng Mingsi felt a bit frustrated—the distrust she exhibited by not telling him about the incident and the dangerous situation where she risked her life—he didn't have any blaming words for her tonight.
"You should know that if you've thought through everything you do, you don't need to apologize to me. But..."
He paused,
concealing his emotions, speaking in a calm tone, "If there's something you can't handle on your own, you might as well tell me. I am your family, and you should trust me."
Jiang Chenchen looked at him and nodded. "Of course, you are my family, my brother. Why wouldn't I trust you? It's just that this time, I thought I could handle it on my own. In the future, I'll have to rely on myself for anything. And you, too, can rely on me. I will be a reliable family member."
Her words were sincere and passionate.
Always so candid in front of him.
Yet, Sheng Mingsi, once again wounded by the term "brother," remained silent, lowering his gaze.
"Tired? Take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get home."
Jiang Chenchen shook her head. "I won't sleep. Let's talk."
The night grew darker, and the cold wind whistled outside.
Finally, Sheng Mingsi asked the question that had been on his mind. "How did you learn to drive?"
"In a foreign country. He taught me."
Sheng Mingsi frowned slightly. "Who is he?"
"He's called Zhan Chen."
In her mind, she recalled a face. He had adjusted the cocktail, dipped it on the table, and written his name. He said, "I'm Zhan Chen."
"What's your name?"
Jiang Chenchen didn't answer. She still didn't know her own name.
But he called her, "Xiao Mo."
...
Sheng Mingsi didn't continue questioning, but he warned, "As for that person, stay away from him."
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