Every car had a walkie-talkie, but the Lamborghini’s was casually thrown under the back seat by its owner. The engine noise was too loud, and because she was wearing a helmet, Chu Xia didn’t hear the call telling her to stop the race.
On the other side, Jiang Suizhou’s walkie-talkie suddenly rang.
“Brother Suizhou! Stop quickly! Sister-in-law’s car doesn’t have enough fuel!”
Jiang Suizhou frowned as he looked at the rearview mirror and gradually slowed down.
Earlier, when Chu Xia took a corner, the bump had already caused Jiang Suizhou to pull ahead of her by a kilometer.
He waited more than ten seconds before the golden Lamborghini finally appeared in the mirror—but she was fast like lightning. Before he could even speak, Chu Xia had already roared forward and overtaken him again.
Jiang Suizhou had no choice but to accelerate once more, following behind her while keeping a close distance.
On the first two turns, he deliberately moved to Chu Xia’s right side, forcing her to take the inside line, while he himself drove with barely a centimeter between his car and the cliff.
The driver watching the monitor let out a long breath.
“Only the last turn left. With Brother Suizhou there, it should be fine.”
But the moment he said that, the Lamborghini’s rear right tire suddenly slipped. The entire car spun like a top on the track.
Jiang Suizhou immediately turned the wheel hard to avoid collision with the front car. He shouted, “Chu Xia—!” and slammed the brakes as he headed toward the mountainside.
But Chu Xia was still gripping the steering wheel tightly. She didn’t even blink. Her hands were steady. After several spins, the car finally stabilized.
She had completely relied on instinct.
In racing, eighty percent of accidents happen because fear causes drivers to panic and make wrong decisions, leading to crashes.
Chu Xia was afraid too—but within 0.01 seconds of the skid, she made a decision: do nothing.
At that moment, not making a mistake was the best choice.
And she was right.
After the car stabilized, she calmly turned around and re-entered the track.
Everyone in front of the big screen was stunned by her handling of the situation. But an even more shocking scene followed.
Normally, anyone in this situation would stop, get out, and check on the friend who had just crashed while trying to protect them—especially if that person was their lover.
But what everyone saw was the flashy Lamborghini slowly crawling past the crushed front of the Bugatti, even mockingly blasting exhaust at it, before accelerating away.
Jiang Suizhou, watching the car disappear in an instant, laughed while sitting inside the deployed airbags.
No one could see what was happening inside the car. The medical staff and his subordinates were panicking, afraid something had gone wrong—but this man was sitting there, looking in the direction Chu Xia had left, a faint pride flickering in his eyes.
Yes—pride.
No one knew how much time and effort he had spent on her.
But even without anyone celebrating, Jiang Suizhou felt satisfied.
After Jiang Zai Xing’s death, the grieving Jiang patriarch targeted a mentally disabled man. But Jiang Suizhou investigated in secret and discovered the truth: Jiang Zai Xing had attempted rape and was killed in self-defense.
Legally, at most it would be excessive self-defense or manslaughter. Once released, the Jiang family would never let the girl live.
Shen Siren clearly thought of this too, so he staged the scene as Chu Xia’s father committing accidental murder, trying to make a mentally disabled man take the blame.
That was when Jiang Suizhou first noticed Chu Xia.
He was curious—what kind of girl made Shen Siren risk everything?
But he was disappointed at first.
Chu Xia back then was like a frightened wild cat—scratching anyone who came near her. Sensitive, crying easily, refusing to eat or speak, so thin she looked like nothing but stubborn bones. Stress had covered her body in rashes.
When Jiang Suizhou brought her home, she had already scratched her arms bloody.
At that moment, a plan naturally formed in his mind.
This girl could be leverage to bring Shen Siren down.
Bribery, falsifying evidence, harboring a criminal—any one of these was enough to destroy him.
From then on, Jiang Suizhou treated Chu Xia with unusual patience. He applied medicine for her, fed her, taught her to speak, told her stories, and took her out. Later, when his company expanded overseas, he brought her everywhere—Southeast Asia, Europe, South Africa.
Chu Xia gradually began to interact with the world.
He taught her horseback riding, skiing, rock climbing, wingsuit flying… racing was just one of many activities she tried, but it became her favorite.
He once asked why she liked racing.
He expected her to say adrenaline or thrill—but she said:
“I like the feeling of controlling myself at the limits of human nature.”
Back then he didn’t understand.
Now he did.
The limit of human nature is fear.
And whoever can control themselves within fear… controls the world.
When medical staff rushed over, anxious and ready to check on him, Jiang Suizhou only laughed.
“Move aside.”
“Mr. Jiang, are you okay?”
“Make way.”
“You’re still going to race?!”
He smoothly shifted gears.
“The race isn’t over yet.”
And with a roar of the engine, he shot forward.
Meanwhile, Chu Xia had already pulled five kilometers ahead of him.
But just as she approached the finish line, the steering wheel suddenly grew heavy, and the car began to slow.
“No way… out of fuel now?”
She was furious.
Looking at the finish line ahead, that familiar unwillingness surged again.
Why was it every time she was about to get what she wanted, it slipped away?
Shen Siren was like that. Wealthy marriage was like that. Even a racing championship was like that.
She shouted into the car:
“God, I didn’t ask you to bless me—but if you’ve got guts, kill me!”
But the heavens answered literally.
The car came to a complete stop.
She stared at the finish line expressionlessly.
She hated this world.
Suddenly, she felt the car being bumped from behind.
Then it started moving again.
In the rearview mirror, she saw a Bugatti with a crushed front pushing her forward.
Chu Xia froze, then removed her helmet and leaned out of the window.
Through the broken windshield, she saw Jiang Suizhou smiling at her.
Years later, he would still remember this moment:
A girl in a racing suit leaning out of the car window, hair flying in the wind, eyes bright like scattered stars—brighter than all the lights on the track combined.
Everyone thought Chu Xia was Jiang Suizhou’s kept “golden bird.”
Even she thought so.
But only Jiang Suizhou knew—
She was his little bird in his palm.
And he didn’t mind sending her up into the sky.