She was a girl and understood some of the subtle thoughts that girls have.
Falling into disarray as a way to draw a man's attention, believing that it could recapture the man's heart, ultimately, the one who gets hurt is oneself.
Sheng Yunyi sighed, but since the two of them weren't familiar, it wasn't appropriate for her to directly awaken Ye Wanlan to the fact that such behavior doesn't retain a man.
Little Gold Mountain was indeed not a good place, a mixed bag of fish and dragons, it's a gray area of no man's land.
Most of the young masters in the Jiang Circle liked car racing, and quite a few women came here to try their luck, unfortunately, they all returned without success.
Zhou Hechen's nerves tense up, "Yunyi, why are you suddenly at Little Gold Mountain? Wait for me, I'll be right there."
He didn't want to hear the name Ye Wanlan, but he feared she might harm Sheng Yunyi!
"Hechen, don't worry," Sheng Yunyi said softly, "I'm on the terrace of the Gold Mountain Hotel, I didn't go down; I can see her, and she can't see me. The general manager of the Gold Mountain Hotel asked me to paint a picture to bring good Feng Shui for them."
Zhou Hechen let out a sigh of relief, "What time will you be done? I'll come to pick you up."
"Half past ten."
After the call, Zhou Hechen held his phone, his expression dark and unclear.
Qin Xian heard and raised his chin slightly, "What does she mean? Is she playing bad to catch your attention?"
Zhou Hechen sneered coldly, "Is that useful?"
"Of course it's useless," Qin Xian said with a cold look in his eyes, "If she's gone bad, that's not bad either. Just throw her into the Yuting Clubhouse and torment her well."
He had sailed through life smoothly, but fell hard twice because of Ye Wanlan.
Why would he let it go when he had been crippled for no reason and the Qin Family had lost fifty million?
For now, the most important thing for him was to recover from his injuries.
Once he was healed, he would make Ye Wanlan disappear completely from Jiangcheng on a night when no one asked after her.
**
"What? Sister Lan, you're going to race?" Cheng Qingli stared in disbelief at the rugged and steep mountain road, "You—Are you heading to heaven?"
Ye Wanlan hummed in agreement, "Otherwise, why would I dress like this?"
Only then did Cheng Qingli notice that she was wearing a set of racing gear today, which included a white tank top, a short leather jacket, wrist guards, gloves... everything needed.
"Miss Ye is going to race but doesn't want to be exposed. I'll help Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng understood Ye Wanlan's needs clearly, "but my reputation has been ruined, and if Miss Ye enters with me, her reputation won't be any better either."
Ye Wanlan's voice was calm, "I was born among ruins; what do I have to fear?"
Yan Tingfeng extended his hand.
Bing He tacitly handed over the helmet.
Yan Tingfeng's voice was gentle, "Miss Ye, please lift your head."
He placed the helmet on her head and considerately adjusted the tightness of the straps.
His slender fingers brushed past the fair skin of her neck, where the touch of their skin kindled a wildfire.
Ye Wanlan took a step back and said politely, "Thank you."
The warmth of the girl's skin lingered on the tips of Yan Tingfeng's fingers, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
The two walked in side by side.
The entrance to the race track was bustling with people as the first race of the day was about to begin.
Almost the moment Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng entered, all eyes focused on them.
"Yo, Brother Yan, when did you start bringing a girl here?"
"Whose family is she from? Why is she wearing her helmet already?"
Lighthearted laughter and whistles rose, but Ye Wanlan remained unshaken.
"Newcomer?" Fang Qingye glanced her up and down, "I haven't seen you before, what are you here for?"
He had been racing in Little Gold Mountain for eight years already, and among those brought by the young masters, he had met very few women.
Ye Wanlan replied calmly, "To race."
"To race?" Fang Qingye was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but laugh, "You're saying against me?"
No one in the Jiang Circle had ever dared to challenge him to a car race!
A young girl?
Utterly ridiculous.
The others exchanged glances and then burst into raucous laughter.
"Sister, if you want to catch a man, take off your helmet and let Young Master Fang see whether you're pretty or not."
"Don't actually think of using racing to attract Young Master Fang. Once you're truly on the race track, you'll be nothing but a red-skulled skeleton."
Ye Wanlan said only two words, "Nonsense."
"..."
There was a moment of silence at the base of the mountain.
"Fine, I accept your challenge," Fang Qingye clapped his hands, his laughter even heartier, "But do you have a car? Do you need me to lend you one?"
Yan Tingfeng finally looked up, his gaze indifferent as he locked eyes with him, "She only drives my car."
Fang Qingye frowned slightly.
This was his third time encountering Yan Tingfeng.
In these days, all hair colors were common, and he himself had dyed his hair olive green.
But as a fellow racer, he sensed an unknown danger emanating from Yan Tingfeng, as if a single misstep could end in shattered bones.
Fang Qingye let out a disdainful laugh, "Then what are we waiting for? Get in the car."
He pulled open the car door with a cold expression and sat down.
"Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng bent ever so slightly, whispering in her ear as if sharing a lover's secret, "I am putting my life in your hands."
Ye Wanlan's expression remained calm, "Then you need to be careful. A wrecked car and a lost life can happen in an instant."
Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, his smile soft and warm, "Miss Ye won't disappoint me."
Bing He and Tie Ma exchanged glances, both somewhat incredulous.
They knew that Yan Tingfeng had always been investigating Ye Wanlan, but they hadn't expected him to actually ask her to drive.
The mountain roads of Little Gold Mountain were extremely steep, especially in the darkness of night when countless bodies had been buried in the valleys.
Who would entrust their life to a stranger?!
Bing He couldn't help but speak up, "Sir, you—"
Yan Tingfeng had already opened the car door and took his place in the passenger seat.
Ye Wanlan got into the car as well and fastened her seatbelt.
Bing He and Tie Ma had no choice but to join Cheng Qingli in standing on both sides of the road, anxiously watching the live feed of the road conditions.
"That car is an old model, how could it possibly compete with Young Master Fang's car?"
"Young Master Fang's car is the latest model of the Bugatti Veyron, violently modified, capable of reaching speeds up to 450 km/h. Who could compete with that?"
"These newcomers, so arrogant. And the result? Eight or nine out of ten get carried down on a stretcher halfway up the mountain."
Cheng Qingli asked, trembling, "What about the one or two others?"
"The one or two others?" The person was surprised, "Of course, they fall into the valley and die."
Cheng Qingli: "..."
Maybe she should just burn some incense to pray for the protection of Princess Yongning!
"Bang!"
"Boom—"
The sound of the starting gunshot rang out and the Bugatti Veyron sped away, leaving the other cars behind right from the get-go.
Fang Qingye was even driving one-handed, sticking his other hand out the window and flipping the bird at the other drivers.
Ye Wanlan's car trailed at the end, not fast, but steady.
"Are they racing go-karts?"
"What nonsense, it's clearly a baby's rocking car. Better go home and drink some milk."
Bing He held his forehead.
He truly couldn't understand why the Young Master would indulge Miss Ye's foolish antics.
But slow had its advantages, at least it wouldn't cost a life.
"Screech—!"
Suddenly, brakes screeched one after another, chilling the onlookers.
The Death Curve!
This was Little Gold Mountain's first checkpoint, where countless drivers had met their end.
Almost in unison, several cars, including Fang Qingye's, slowed down.
"What's there to fear?" Ye Wanlan laughed, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her pupils shining, "It's time to witness true skill."
The tires rubbed against the road at high speed, emitting billows of green smoke.
The roar of the engine was deafening, like a beast breaking out of its cage.
Ye Wanlan actually accelerated at this moment!
At a time and place that no one expected!
"She must be crazy, is this suicide?"
"Told you, it's her first time here, she isn't even familiar with Little Gold Mountain's roads."
"It's over, another life lost."
"Slow down! Slow down!" Bing He watched with his scalp tingling, "She's going to crash!"
Tie Ma was equally terrified. He covered his eyes with his hands, leaving a small gap to peek through.
Cheng Qingli had already started praying to her deceased ancestors.
Such speed, combined with the Death Curve, only had one outcome—death.
Cheng Qingli's eyes were tightly shut, not daring to look, but suddenly a shout reached her ears.
"Sister Lan!" She quickly opened her eyes and looked at the big screen.
Ye Wanlan's car continued to charge forward.
It was at that moment!
"Buzz!"
The race car's body actually tilted sideways, two wheels on the ground and two wheels running against the mountain wall.
Not only did the speed not decrease, but it was also forcefully increased, instantly overtaking three sports cars.
Undercarriage drift, Blade Overtake!
A stunt-racing technique that one would only expect to see in "Fast & Furious" was genuinely playing out before everyone's eyes, leaving the entire crowd with just two words in their minds—
Unbelievable!