Ling Ye was undefeated in both colleges, making him the acknowledged school tyrant in both institutions.
Now, being so provoked and insulted by Jiang Moxi was an enormous humiliation for him.
He wanted to struggle to continue the fight with Jiang Moxi, but then his phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he hurriedly answered the call, and his tone instantly lost its irritability, replaced by a hint of intriguing gentleness.
"Mom, I'll be home for dinner soon..."
Jiang Moxi watched Ling Ye talking to his mother on the phone and thought about how Yu Man had never called her. Instantly, her desire for a fight disappeared, and she dropped the baseball bat, preparing to leave.
As she took a few steps, she heard Ling Ye's tone change, "Where's my mom? Which hospital is she in? I'm coming right now."
Immediately, he got up in haste, not caring about any grudges with Jiang Moxi, nor the onlookers, and quickly walked towards his motorcycle parked at the school gate.
His brothers followed in concern, "Boss, your hand is in such bad shape, you can't ride a motorcycle."
Jiang Moxi happened to pass by them and overheard their conversation, glancing briefly at Ling Ye's hand.
She noticed that his elbow was dislocated, and it looked painful.
"My mom had a car accident and is in the hospital. Even if my hand is broken, I need to be by her side."
Although his face turned pale from the pain, he still skillfully put on his helmet.
"Boss, let's take a cab. It's dangerous for you to ride like this."
"No, the roads to that hospital are congested at this time. If we take a taxi, we'll be stuck in traffic."
Unfortunately, his brothers didn't know how to ride a motorcycle, and there were no taxis nearby.
"Boss, we can't let you go like this. It's very dangerous. What if something happens?"
"I can't worry about that right now. My mom is in the hospital."
While Ling Ye and his brothers were in a stalemate, Jiang Moxi suddenly turned back, snatched the motorcycle keys, and skillfully hopped onto the motorcycle.
Her swift action scared everyone.
In shock and annoyance, Ling Ye tried to say, "Jiang Moxi, get off immediately. I don't have time 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 on you either. If you want to go to the hospital, get on, and I'll take you there."
"Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"
Ling Ye looked at Jiang Moxi, somewhat bewildered.
A motorcycle symbolized speed and excitement, but at the same time, it was dangerous. None of his brothers knew how to ride one, so how could Jiang Moxi, a girl...
But the situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to think. He quickly sat on the pillion seat.
However, as soon as he sat down, Ling Ye regretted it.
Because Jiang Moxi asked him, "Which one is the throttle, and which one is the brake?"
Ling Ye angrily pointed, "This is the throttle, and this is the brake. You clearly don't know how to drive. Are you playing games with me?"
"Your bike is so ugly and different from the rest; I can't even tell which is which."
"This bike is a Vyrus 987 limited edition, a birthday gift from my dad. You know nothing about motorcycles. Get off quickly and don't delay me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the motorcycle sped away.
"Will they be okay?"
Ling Ye's brothers looked at the motorcycle disappearing into the distance in a cloud of smoke, all wearing worried expressions.
On the other side, on the motorcycle –
"Ah..."
Ling Ye's scream pierced the sky.
Jiang Moxi was nearly deafened by the noise and scolded, "Shut up! You're so noisy!"
As the speed increased and they were about to crash into the truck ahead, Ling Ye screamed again, "Quick, change direction, or we'll crash!"
Jiang Moxi changed direction just in time to avoid the accident.
Though they skillfully avoided the crash, Ling Ye was still frightened.
"Ancestors! Let me get off! As long as you let me off, I promise I'll do whatever you say!"
The reply he got was, "Hold on, we need to accelerate!"
Ling Ye looked carefully and saw they were about to collide with another vehicle. He could only scream in fear...
However, he quickly noticed that Jiang Moxi could perfectly avoid obstacles at the last moment every time.
Occasionally getting lucky is possible, but Jiang Moxi managed to do it almost every time...
So Ling Ye deduced that not only could she ride a motorcycle, but she was probably at a god-like level of driving.
This discovery eased his mind somewhat.
However, throughout the remainder of the journey, he couldn't help but scream in fear whenever Jiang Moxi's speed became too fast.
--
In the speeding Porsche -
Chi Jing controlled the steering wheel and asked Fu Youhan in the back seat, "For Old Madam Si's birthday banquet, Miss Si called me and asked if you could accompany her as her partner."
Fu Youhan had once stunned the entire Yan city, captivating numerous socialites. Even now, confined to a wheelchair, his handsome face could still charm many, and countless women considered him an ideal lifetime companion, refusing to give up pursuing him.
One of them was Si Ruo, the third-ranked heiress of the top-tiered Si family in Yan City. She was enthusiastic about appearing wherever Fu Youhan was, and she relied on the Si family's influence to deal with other women trying to get close to him.
However, Fu Youhan didn't like Si Ruo.
The mention of her brought a touch of indifference to his otherwise impeccable face.
"Ask her if she can't see that I'm in a wheelchair. Does she really think it's convenient for me to accompany her?"
"Alright."
As Chi Jing finished speaking, they happened to stop at a red light.
At this moment, a cool-looking motorcycle came rushing over and stopped beside them.
The young man in the motorcycle's backseat wailed, "I feel like puking."
"Endure it!" The woman driving the motorcycle had a cold voice.
"Jiang Moxi, don't you have a conscience?" The young man grumbled.
Quickly recognizing him, Chi Jing said, "Isn't this Second Young Master?"
Because their parents divorced when they were young, Ling Ye and his younger sister, Ling Hua, chose to live with their mother and adopted her surname, Ling.
On the Fu family side, they address him according to the Fu family's overall ranking, but few people outside know that he is part of the Fu family.
However, at the moment, Chi Jing was more concerned about the motorcycle rider. He took a few glances and was surprised, "It's the Second Miss from the Jiang family! Why is Second Young Master with her?"
Before Chi Jing could finish speaking, Fu Youhan's voice, cold as fresh snow on branches, reached them, "You love meddling in other people's business so much, why not ask for a position at the neighborhood committee?"
"Thanks, but no thanks."
Just as the traffic light turned green, Chi Jing quickly stepped on the gas.
He definitely didn't want to be a meddling aunt at the neighborhood committee.
The Porsche turned a corner and sped away on another road.
Peering through the rearview mirror, Fu Youhan caught a glimpse of Jiang Moxi revving the engine once more, and with Ling Ye on the back, they sped off into the distance.
From that distance, he couldn't see the expressions on their faces.
But perhaps because they were riding a motorcycle, they seemed full of vitality, like they belonged to a different world from him.
Fu Youhan retracted his gaze, and a hint of mocking smile gradually appeared on his lips...