Ling Ye was known as the school tyrant at both academies, unbeatable in fights.
Now, being provoked and insulted by Jiang Moxi was a huge humiliation for him.
He wanted to struggle up and continue fighting with Jiang Moxi, but his phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he quickly answered, and his tone immediately lost its fierceness, instead gaining a hint of ingratiating cuteness.
"Mom, I'll be home for dinner soon…"
Jiang Moxi watched Ling Ye talk to his mother and remembered that Yu Man never called her, instantly losing her mood for fighting, she threw aside the baseball bat and prepared to leave.
But she hadn't walked far when she heard Ling Ye's tone change: "How's mom? Which hospital is she in? I'm heading over right now."
Then, he quickly got up and disregarded his grievances with Jiang Moxi, as well as the onlookers, and hurried to his motorcycle parked at the school gate.
His brothers followed him worriedly, "Boss, your hand is like this, you can't ride a motorcycle."
Jiang Moxi just happened to walk past them and glanced at Ling Ye's hand inadvertently.
She saw that Ling Ye's elbow was abnormally bent, clearly dislocated.
"My mom had a car accident and is in the hospital. Even if my hand is broken, I have to rush to her side."
Although his face was pale with pain, he neatly put on his helmet.
"Boss, let's take a taxi instead, it's very likely that you could have an accident with your hand like that."
"That won't work, the road to that hospital is always jammed at this time, a taxi will definitely get stuck there."
Sadly, none of his brothers knew how to ride a motorcycle.
And there were no motor-bikes nearby.
"Boss, we can't let you go alone. It's dangerous, what if something happens?"
"I can't worry about that now, my mom is lying in the hospital."
While Ling Ye was having a standoff with his brothers, Jiang Moxi suddenly turned back, snatched the keys, and deftly hopped onto the motorcycle.
Everyone was startled by Jiang Moxi's bold move.
More than shocked, Ling Ye was irritated.
"Jiang Moxi, get down right now. I'm not free to play with you. If you want to fight, we can do it another day..."
But before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Moxi cut him off.
"I don't have time to waste either. If you want to go to the hospital, hop on. I'll take you."
"You know how to ride a motorcycle?"
Ling Ye was somewhat stunned.
Motorcycles symbolize speed and passion but are also quite dangerous.
None of his bros had learned, how could a girl like Jiang Moxi...
But given the emergency, he didn't have time to think it through and cleanly jumped onto the back of the bike.
But the moment he sat down, Ling Ye immediately regretted it.
Because Jiang Moxi asked him, "Which is the throttle, and which is the brake!"
Ling Ye pointed out irritably, "This is the throttle, this is the brake. You don't know how to ride at all, you're playing with me, right?"
"Your bike is so uniquely ugly, I can't even tell which is which."
"This bike is a limited edition Vyrus987, a birthday gift from my dad. You know nothing about motorcycles, get down and stop delaying me..."
Before he could finish, the motorcycle sped off.
"They won't have an accident, will they?"
Ling Ye's brothers watched as the motorcycle vanished at the street corner within seconds, all with worried expressions on their faces.
*
Elsewhere, on the motorcycle—
"Ah…"
Ling Ye's shriek pierced the sky.
Jiang Moxi, nearly deafened by the noise, snapped, "Shut up! You're killing me!"
Seeing the motorcycle speeding too fast, about to hit a truck ahead, Ling Ye yelled again, "Then turn the direction, otherwise we'll crash."
Jiang Moxi swerved at the last moment to avoid colliding with a truck.
Although she perfectly dodged the crash, Ling Ye was still terrified.
"Ancestor! Let me get out of the car! Just let me out, and from now on, if you ask me to chase dogs, I won't refuse!"
But the response he got was, "Hold tight, we're going to speed up!"
Ling Ye looked closely and realized they were about to crash again, all he could do was scream loudly...
However, he soon discovered that Jiang Moxi could always dodge the obstacles on the road at the last second, perfectly.
Once or twice might be luck.
But Jiang Moxi managed to do this nearly every time...
So, Ling Ye deduced that Jiang Moxi wasn't just able to ride a motorcycle—she must be a driving god.
This discovery somewhat reassured him.
But he still screamed a lot due to Jiang Moxi's excessive speed during the rest of the journey.
*
In a speeding Porsche—
Chi Jing, handling the steering wheel, asked Fu Youhan who was sitting in the back seat:
"The Si Family's old lady's birthday dinner, Miss Si called me and asked if it's convenient for you to accompany her as her date to the dinner?"
Fu Youhan had once dazzled the entire Yan City, attracting countless young ladies of Yan City.
Even now, confined to a wheelchair, he managed to impress greatly with his looks alone, with many women seeing him as their ideal lifetime partner, determined not to give up without winning him over.
Miss Si of the Si Family, ranked third among the top wealthy families in Yan City, was one of them.
She was keen on appearing at events where Fu Youhan was present, and she would use the Si Family's influence in Yan City to scold other women who dared to get close to Fu Youhan in front of her.
But Fu Youhan didn't like Si Ruo.
Whenever she was mentioned, his perfect handsome face would show a trace of aloofness.
"Ask her, I'm in a wheelchair, can't she see whether it's convenient for me to accompany her?"
"Yes."
Chi Jing had just finished speaking when the traffic light turned red and he stopped the car.
At that moment, a stunning motorcycle sped up and stopped abruptly next to them.
The young man on the back of the motorcycle howled, "I want to vomit."
"Hold it in!" retorted the woman driving the motorcycle, her voice cool.
"Jiang Moxi, do you have no conscience?" the young man cursed.
Probably because the young man's way of cursing was too distinctive, Chi Jing quickly recognized him: "Isn't that the Second Young Master?"
Ling Ye was the son of the Fu Family's main branch.
Because his parents divorced early, Ling Ye and his sister Ling Hua chose to live with their mother and changed their last name to Ling.
He was referred to by his Fu Family ranking, but few outside knew he was from the Fu Family.
However, at the moment, Chi Jing was more interested in the motorcycle driver, after taking several looks, he exclaimed in surprise:
"That really is Second Miss Jiang! How come the Second Young Master is with her?"
Just as Chi Jing spoke, Fu Youhan's voice, cold as new snow on branches, came through.
"If you love sticking your nose into other people's business that much, why not find someone to arrange a position for you in the neighborhood committee?"
"Thanks, but no need."
Just then, the green light came on, and Chi Jing quickly stepped on the gas.
He had no desire whatsoever to be an interfering old lady at the neighborhood committee.
The Porsche turned and sped away down another road.
Fu Youhan, barely able to see through the rearview mirror, watched as Jiang Moxi started her engine, turned, and drove away with Ling Ye.
From such a distance, he couldn't see the expressions on their faces.
But perhaps because they were riding the motorcycle so spiritedly, he always felt that the two seemed lively, as if they belonged to a completely different world from him.
Fu Youhan withdrew his gaze, the mocking curve of his lips slowly spreading…