As the group joked and roughhoused, another team of young men in racing jackets approached. Leading them was Shang Shi’an, who hadn’t shown his face in quite some time.
Chen Rang patted Bai Lang on the shoulder.“Lang, they’re here.”
Bai Lang and his circle of young masters sat firmly at the very top of the elite social pyramid. Compared to them, the people who hung around Shang Shi’an were from an entirely different tier.
Under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t even bother setting foot in a place this low-grade just to have fun. But today, they’d come with a purpose—to smash Shang Shi’an’s turf.
Shang Shi’an had upset Miss Qiao himself, yet dumped all the blame on Bai Lang, spreading rumors everywhere that Lang was a shameless third party who stole someone else’s girlfriend.
They were all hot-blooded young men—who the hell could swallow that?
After a quick discussion, Chen Rang and the others decided to wreck Shang Shi’an’s place outright. Not just wreck it, but do it right in front of Miss Qiao.
That way, their future sister-in-law could see Bai Lang’s charm clearly—leaving Shang Shi’an, that filthy rat, in the dust by miles!
Shang Shi’an didn’t look too good. The people behind him kept trying to talk him down.
“We really can’t afford to offend the Bai family. Just run a couple laps, lose on purpose, and be done with it.”
“Yeah, Shi’an, it’s not worth fighting over a woman. My dad’s got business with the Chen family right now—this is a bad time to stir trouble…”
“Shut up!”
A heavy pressure radiated from Shang Shi’an. When he spotted the figure he’d been unable to forget, standing so close beside Bai Lang, his steps unconsciously quickened.
It had only been a few days, yet Qiao Chu somehow looked even more devastatingly beautiful.
She wore a fitted leather jacket and short skirt, her waist carving out a striking curve. Defined abs flowed with strength, and her long legs were straight, fair, and perfectly proportioned.
Cool and commanding, yet sweet and dangerous—lethally sexy.
Most importantly, dressed all in black, standing beside Bai Lang, the two of them genuinely looked like a perfectly matched couple.
For reasons he couldn’t explain, a dull pain stabbed Shang Shi’an’s chest.That place beside Qiao Chu—should have been his.
When she used to hang around with him, all he’d felt was disgust. Her heavy makeup and smoky eyes had repulsed him.
Seeing her like this now caught him completely off guard, leaving only one thought in his mind—
Regret.Deep, gnawing regret that he hadn’t held her tightly in the palm of his hand.
He had to admit it. This woman—vicious, dramatic, fake as she was—had one thing Yi Xuan didn’t:
Her looks were simply too exceptional. Her face, her body—everything was enough to stir a man’s desire, to make him want to give his life for her.
Shang Shi’an’s thoughts drifted. How had he ever thought Qiao Chu was ugly? He’d taught her to smoke, drink, gamble—everything except how to sleep with a man.
He’d simped for her for so long, and never even gotten a taste!
At a racetrack full of men, a hot beauty appearing out of nowhere was bound to attract some blind idiots eager to show off.
“Well damn, pretty girl—you race too? How about a bet? If you can’t beat me later, you spend the night with me. What do you say?”
Bang!
Bai Lang dropped the man with a single punch. His eyes were vicious as he spat on the ground.“Where’d this stray dog crawl out from? Shake your brain straight before you open your mouth.”
The people behind Shang Shi’an immediately started trembling.
They were already scared to provoke someone from another class altogether. Now that physical force was involved, not one of them dared make a sound.
“Young Master Bai, please don’t be angry. He’s not with us—blind and ignorant. He deserved it for offending Miss Qiao and you.”
The man who’d been beaten senseless was swiftly removed from their team.
Watching his own people bow and scrape before Bai Lang made the anger in Shang Shi’an’s chest choke even tighter. His face darkened.
He’d never felt such crushing frustration before—not even when dealing with Shang Shi Xu.
“Let’s start. What are the stakes?”
Yu Xuan flipped open his notebook and read seriously,“Three cars from each side. First place wins.”
“If we win, you apologize to Sister Chu and Lang, clarify the rumors, and publicly admit that you were the one harassing Sister Chu—and that Lang never interfered in anyone else’s relationship.”
“And if you win…” Yu Xuan paused, then grinned. “Well, we didn’t really consider that. With your backyard chicken team, the only way you’d win is if you hired a professional racer as backup.”
His overly sweet tone and exaggerated expression nearly drove Shang Shi’an’s group insane—but none of them dared speak up.
Shang Shi’an locked his gaze on Qiao Chu.“If we win, I want her to be my girlfriend.”
An uproar broke out among the underlings on both sides.
People on Shang Shi’an’s side could barely understand it—everyone wanted to climb higher, and who wouldn’t want to claim Miss Qiao?
But Bai Lang’s group instantly went on high alert.
Winning was basically guaranteed—but what if?If they actually lost their future sister-in-law…
Lang would beat them so badly their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them.
Bai Lang frowned deeply.“You’re pushing it. I don’t agree.”
Not because he feared losing—on the contrary, he was confident.
But using a woman as a wager was deeply disrespectful. And Qiao Chu wasn’t just anyone—she was his deskmate.
The only one.
As the two sides reached a stalemate, Qiao Chu—hands hidden behind her back—took the opportunity to give Bai Lang’s firm, perky butt a squeeze. Very springy.
“So are we racing or not? I don’t mind either way—but let’s change the stakes. If we win, Shang Shi’an, you get kicked out of the Shang family. Deal?”
If Shang Shi’an wanted to play big, she was happy to play along.
Besides, she suddenly remembered she had an engagement with Shang Shi Xu. If she married into the family someday, Shang Shi’an would still get a share of the assets.
Even a mosquito leg was still meat. Might as well eliminate the risk now—she really was a fine student raised by Wu Zhe: always planning ahead, always calculating.
Bai Lang looked at her with concern.“Qiao Chu…”
She gave his waist another brazen squeeze.“What? Scared? How useless. Buckle up properly later—big sis is taking you flying.”
Provocation worked flawlessly on young men. This one move struck both Bai Lang and Shang Shi’an at the same time.
They were both men—who couldn’t see through the other’s intentions? Backing down now would mean handing over the girl they liked.
Ten minutes later, Bai Lang was shoved into the passenger seat of Qiao Chu’s silver-gray supercar.
“Wait—what are you doing?”
Qiao Chu leaned over to fasten his seatbelt.“Street racing is fun, of course I’m driving myself! Or do you want me to go be that bastard’s girlfriend?”
Bai Lang grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.“Are you crazy? This isn’t the time to be reckless. Shang Shi’an hired a professional racer!”
Among amateurs, Bai Lang was top-tier—winning was no problem. But Shang Shi’an was playing dirty, bringing in a hired gun at the last minute.
Against a professional, even Bai Lang wasn’t confident—let alone this heiress who’d just touched a race car for the first time today.
“No. Get out. I’ll race for you!”
Qiao Chu: “Nope.”
“You don’t trust me? I swear to heaven, there’s no way I’ll let you lose to that asshole today, I—mmph!”
Qiao Chu leaned down and bit his lips.“Such a noisy mouth—you sure can talk. Shut it.”
Feeling the softness against his lips, Bai Lang froze. His protest died instantly, healthy skin flushing bright red at a visible speed.
“Y-you—”
“What about me? Keep babbling and I’ll kiss your mouth raw.”