"Song Zhekun!"
Mo Qiyu's face immediately turned cold. He blocked Ming Zheng, his dark eyes filled with chilling intent. "Do you really think your Song family is above the law in Xiadu?"
"Whether I am above the law in Xiadu or not, I don't know," Song Zhekun said with a provocative smile. "But, in front of you, I can still act with impunity."
Since Mo Qiyu joined the Mo Sect, he had never suffered such humiliation.
It was bad enough that someone was acting so arrogantly towards him.
But this dog actually dared to be even more arrogant than him!
Mo Qiyu immediately rolled up his sleeves. "Come on, you bastard, get out here and let me beat you to death!"
Still acting with impunity in front of him, huh?
If "baby" was exposed.
Song Zhekun would probably be kneeling on the ground, calling her "Grand Auntie"!
Acting all tough for nothing!
He rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge.
Ming Zheng's voice was calm and indifferent, without any emotional fluctuation. "Racing, I can do that."
"Baby!"
Mo Qiyu frowned, his face full of disapproval. "Why would you race with a dog like this? Does he even deserve it?"
He had pestered "baby" for so long, and she hadn't agreed to race him.
Why should this Song Zhekun be able to race "baby"?
Ming Zheng put her hand on Mo Qiyu's arm, her eyebrows lifted slightly as she glanced at Song Zhekun. "A race is fine, but besides the championship prize, I want one more thing."
Her gaze slowly drifted down.
Settling on Song Zhekun's hand.
"I want one of your hands."
After she said this, the surrounding silence lasted for a few seconds.
Then, it erupted into boisterous laughter.
Everyone looked at Ming Zheng as if she were an idiot, laughing with great irony. "One hand? Young lady, you really have the nerve to ask for that!"
"Do you think you're in a position to ask for Young Master Song's hand?"
"A genuine daughter who can't even get into the family tree, and she really thinks highly of herself."
"Hahaha! Ask for Young Master Song's hand? Do you know who is on Young Master Song's racing team?"
"Pick anyone at random, and they've all won major awards in international competitions!"
The cold sarcasm was very pleasing to Song Zhekun.
He raised his hand and signaled them to quiet down.
The crowd immediately fell silent.
"To ask for my hand, that can be arranged."
Song Zhekun raised his right hand, opened and closed his fingers, waving them in front of Ming Zheng. "But... this young master doesn't need your hand."
"After all, such a beautiful woman, if she's missing an arm or leg, she won't be worth as much."
His eyes were greedy and sinister, staring intently at Ming Zheng, as if he wanted to see her good figure through her oversized hoodie.
"If you lose, I want you to spend a month with me... and my brothers."
Ming Zheng chuckled. "Then let's see if you have the ability to do that."
As she smiled.
Her radiant and stunning face became even more enchanting and alluring.
Especially her dark eyes, which curved slightly when she smiled.
The entire person exuded a captivating and ethereal charm.
Song Zhekun's eyes were glued to her.
The covetous and sinister depth in his eyes grew even stronger.
"Very good! I'm really liking you more and more." He made a provocative gesture. "Then, I'm truly looking forward to seeing you on the race track."
He arrived with great fanfare.
And he left just as spectacularly.
Leading a large group of people, laughing and talking all the way.
"Baby, those people are not good people," Mo Qiyu said with a somber face, looking in the direction Song Zhekun had left, a hint of killing intent flickering in his eyes. "Their hands and feet are not clean!"
Song Zhekun had always enjoyed racing.
And he also liked to play dirty tricks.
To win, he would do anything unscrupulous.
If "baby" raced against their Song family racing team.
She would definitely fall into their trap!
"I know." Of course, she knew. In her past life, didn't Ming Yanlun end up crippled after being calculated against?
"You didn't have to agree to it at all!" Mo Qiyu brought "baby" out today just to help her vent her pent-up frustrations.
After she had vented.
She could then choose a new life.
This was the meaning behind him bringing "baby" to race.
If he had known they would encounter those two disgusting scum from the Ming family,
He would never have brought "baby" here!
"I won't give them that chance," Ming Zheng curved her lips, reaching out to pat his shoulder, her dark eyes sprinkled with starlight. "Don't you trust me yet?"
Mo Qiyu: "..."
Of course, he trusted "baby"!
But, trust was one thing.
The other party being a scumbag was another matter!
"I will not lose."
Ming Zheng's voice was firm, her eyes shining brightly. "My winning probability is one hundred percent."
She spread her palm towards him. "The key."
Mo Qiyu: "..."
He moved his lips.
Finally, he resentfully shoved the key into her hand. "Go, go, go! Let you go, let you go! I want to see what this one hundred percent winning probability of yours looks like!"
Ming Zheng put away the key and glanced at the almost furious man.
Her eyes curved with even more amusement.
Beneath the night sky.
Her smile was wild and unrestrained, like the blazing sun, bright and dazzling.
Mo Qiyu stared at Ming Zheng's smiling face.
He secretly sighed in his heart.
This was the first time "baby" had smiled so... happily since she left the Ming family.
Forget it.
As long as "baby" was happy.
After all, with him here, he would absolutely not let that scumbag Song Zhekun have any opportunity!
But outwardly, Mo Qiyu pretended to pout, snorted, and turned his head away, presenting his back to Ming Zheng.
With a "I'm angry, don't touch me" expression.
However, Mo Qiyu's pretense didn't last until Ming Zheng came to coax him.
He saw a tall, bamboo-like figure walking towards them.
The flickering lights around him cast upon his face, outlining how peerlessly beautiful and elegant it was.
He walked straight towards them.
His target was very clear.
Soon, he stood before Ming Zheng.
"Miss Ming."
His crimson lips curved slightly, a gentle smile gracing his eyes, his deep, magnetic voice exceptionally pleasant. "It seems you're in trouble."
The man's eyes were as deep as a pool.
When their eyes met.
Ming Zheng felt as if there was a vortex in his eyes, drawing her into it.
As if...
He wanted to devour her.
Ming Zheng's eyes flickered, and she replied calmly. "It's not really trouble."
"If you need me, I can help you." Chi Xian leaned forward slightly, lowering his head, moving closer to Ming Zheng.
His deep, magnetic voice was deliberately lowered.
Lingering by Ming Zheng's ear.
Like a feather.
Little by little, it tickled Ming Zheng's eardrums.
Until... it penetrated her heart.
"After all, you are my savior."
His distance was just right.
Not so close as to be offensive.
But not too far either.
She could clearly feel the man's breath on her earlobe.
That scent, like cold sandalwood smoke, almost seemed to wrap around her entire being.
Ming Zheng was a little unaccustomed to it.
She took a small step back.
Then she raised her eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't need your help, it's just a small matter."
This big troublemaker she had saved.
Seemed to have a habit of "talking to people and then, mid-conversation, unable to resist getting closer."
Did he only talk normally when he was up close and personal?