For a moment, the entire clubhouse fell silent.
Then Han Yiran frowned, “Reserved?” Her voice rose slightly as she looked toward the club manager, “This is Aurora Club’s private racing track.
Since when can someone simply reserve the entire circuit?
We have never even heard of such a thing.
And if the track was already booked, why were we not informed in advance?”
The general manager’s expression became even more helpless, “I am truly sorry, Young Miss Han, but the reservation was personally arranged through one of our highest-priority partners.”
Song Anqi slowly stepped down from her chair.
The excitement she had displayed only moments earlier had completely disappeared, “Highest-priority partner?” She repeated the words slowly, “Manager, you should know that the people standing here are not ordinary members of your club.
We are all Atleast Gold Membership cardholders.
Between us, we each spend at least several million yuan here every month.”
The general manager lowered his head even further, “Of course, Young Miss Song.
I understand.”
“Then explain it clearly.” Gu Chengze’s voice remained calm, but his expression had turned serious, “Who exactly booked the entire track?
And why are we the ones who have to leave?”
The general manager hesitated for several seconds, before, he took a deep breath, “I am not authorized to reveal the guest’s identity.”
Song Anqi raised an eyebrow, “Not even to the young lady of the Song family?”
The general manager became visibly more flustered.
Everyone in Shanghai’s upper circles knew the Song family.
Yet after a brief hesitation, he could only bow again, “I am sorry, Miss Song.”
The expressions of everyone present changed.
Han Yiran’s face immediately darkened, “Fine.” She gave a cold laugh, “Now I understand.
You simply look down on us because we are not spending enough money here, is that it?”
The general manager hurriedly shook his head, “That is absolutely not what I meant…”
Han Yiran did not allow him to finish.
She pointed toward Song Anqi, “You should know who she is.
She is the future young madam of the Zhang family.
If I remember correctly, Old Master Zhang has a close relationship with the owner of Aurora Club’s parent company.
And Old Master Zhang himself holds a Black Diamond Membership Card.
That is the highest level of membership your club offers.
So now tell us.
What do you think?”
The general manager felt his legs weaken.
Who in Shanghai’s upper circles did not know about the engagement between the Song and Zhang families?
The marriage agreement had been arranged decades ago by the elders of both families.
Although the younger generation had yet to formally marry, everyone within their social circle already regarded Song Anqi as the future Young Madam Zhang.
If he truly offended her, the consequences could become troublesome.
Just as the general manager was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.
The sound seemed unusually loud in the tense silence.
He immediately took out his phone and answered, “Yes.”
He listened carefully to the instructions coming from the other side, then he nodded repeatedly, “Understood.
Open the gate and bring her directly to the private racing track.”
After receiving several more instructions, he finally ended the call.
The general manager looked toward others and Han Yiran and said, “Miss Han, please forgive me this once.” His tone was apologetic but firm, “There is truly nothing I can do.
You are welcome to remain at the club and enjoy the facilities.
But while our guest is using the racing track, none of your vehicles may enter the circuit.”
The general manager bowed, “Otherwise, I will have no choice but to arrange transportation to send everyone home.”
With that, he bowed deeply once again.
Then, before anyone could stop him, he turned around and hurried away to make the necessary arrangements.
Han Yiran finally exploded.
Her breathing became uneven with anger, “He…
he actually dared to speak to us like that?” Her face had turned red.
She turned toward Song Anqi, “Sister Anqi, did you hear him?
That insignificant manager actually dared to disrespect us!
He should not even be sitting in that position anymore!”
Song Anqi’s hand tightened slowly at her side.
For a brief moment, anger flashed through her eyes as well.
However, unlike Han Yiran, she quickly regained control of her expression.
A faint smile returned to her face.
She gently patted Han Yiran’s shoulder, “Enough.
Do not say such things.
After all, what if the person really has an extraordinary background?
The manager cannot afford to offend such a person.
Neither can we.”
The meaning behind her words caused everyone to fall silent.
Gu Chengze frowned, “But who could possibly be more important than all of us?”
No one had an answer.
And at that very moment, the heavy gates leading toward the private racing circuit slowly opened.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the entrance.
A club escort vehicle drove in first with another vehicle followed behind it.
The entire group froze.
Xu Jiahao’s eyes widened, his mouth slowly fell open, “No way…” He took a step forward, “That is…
The Bugatti Centodieci?”
Everyone immediately looked again.
Under the brilliant lights of Aurora Club, the sleek teal supercar slowly entered the private circuit.
Its body gleamed beneath the artificial lights, looking almost unreal.
The convertible roof was open.
Xu Jiahao stared at it carefully.
Then his voice suddenly rose, “It is open!”
The moment those words left his mouth, everyone rushed closer.
Even Han Yiran and Song Anqi could no longer maintain their previous composure.
The group instinctively gathered together.
Everyone wanted to see the mysterious girl who had caused Shanghai’s social media to explode that evening.
Who exactly was she?
One of the young masters quickly took out his phone.
He raised the camera and secretly captured a photograph of the Bugatti entering the club and then he immediately opened WeChat.
Inside the group called Young Masters of Shanghai, he uploaded the picture.
Along with it, he added a short message.
{Witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Feeling lucky tonight.}
Meanwhile, Chen Gang was still lying on his bed, refreshing Weibo and waiting for further updates about the Bugatti.
His phone suddenly vibrated.
A notification appeared from the WeChat group.
Chen Gang opened it casually, then his entire body froze, “She is at Aurora Club?” He immediately sat upright.
Before he could even process the information, excitement surged through him.
Just as he was about to call Zhang Jianjun, his phone rang.
Chen Gang looked at the caller ID.
Zhang Jianjun.
His eyes immediately lit up.
He answered the call, “Brother Zhang, did you…”
“Get ready.” Zhang Jianjun did not allow him to finish.
His voice was hurried, “I am coming downstairs, in five minutes.”
Chen Gang could hear heavy breathing through the phone.
It sounded as though Zhang Jianjun was running.
Then Zhang Jianjun added impatiently, “Do not make me wait.” and the call ended.
Chen Gang stared at his phone for a moment.
Then he suddenly jumped off the bed, “Damn!” He rushed toward the door.
Meanwhile, at Aurora Club, the young masters and young ladies had abandoned the clubhouse and moved toward the starting line.
No one wanted to miss the opportunity to see the mysterious owner of the Bugatti Centodieci up close.
However, the supercar had not yet approached the starting line.
It remained near the entrance of the racing circuit.
The general manager stood beside it respectfully.
He bowed slightly toward the driver.
Then, with an enthusiastic smile, he began introducing the private racing track as he pointed toward the various sections of the circuit.
Mu Wanqing listened carefully.
The more she heard, the brighter her eyes became.
Although she had never had any particular interest in watching racing on tv in her previous life, nor had she been particularly interested in motorsports.
But in this life, she has money and opportunities.
And, most importantly she owns a supercar.
Since fate had given her the opportunity to experience such things, Mu Wanqing did not want to waste them.
She wanted to live properly.
The general manager continued explaining the track.
When Mu Wanqing finally understood how adventurous and exhilarating the private circuit could be, anticipation slowly filled her heart.
She could no longer wait.
Inside her mind, System 888 had become equally impatient.
Its voice was practically vibrating with excitement.
[Let’s go!
Let’s go!
Child, let your father show you what real speed feels like!
What is the point of owning such a magnificent machine if you only allow it to crawl through Shanghai traffic?
Tonight, we will finally let this beast stretch its legs.]
Mu Wanqing’s eyes sparkled, “Alright.”
She gave the manager a polite nod, “Thank you for the introduction.”
The general manager immediately bowed, “It is my honor, Miss.”
Mu Wanqing smiled faintly.
Then she turned her attention toward the track ahead.
The next moment, the Bugatti Centodieci slowly moved forward.
Its deep engine note echoed across the private racing circuit.
And under the stunned gazes of the group, the mysterious girl finally drove directly toward the starting line where they can now see her face.
As Mu Wanqing guided her car toward the starting line, she noticed a group of young men and women gathered nearby.
Their attention was fixed almost entirely on her car.
Even from inside the convertible, she could clearly see the fascination in their eyes.
Mu Wanqing naturally assumed that they were simply curious about the car, so when she reached the starting line, she glanced in their direction and offered them a polite smile.
She had absolutely no idea what that single smile did to the hearts of the people standing there.
For one brief moment, the entire group seemed to forget how to breathe.
The car disappeared from their minds and all they could see was the girl sitting behind the wheel.
The night breeze gently lifted several strands of Mu Wanqing’s hair.
Unlike the carefully styled young ladies standing nearby, her appearance was almost casual.
Her hair had become slightly disheveled during the evening, and there was no carefully prepared socialite expression on her face.
Yet somehow, that made her even more captivating.
Her smile was bright and natural, carrying none of the calculated charm commonly found in Shanghai’s upper social circles.
It was simply a polite smile.
But to those standing nearby, it felt dangerously lethal. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Mu Wanqing then turned her attention back toward the track.
With a soft mechanical movement, the convertible roof began to close.
The sleek cabin sealed itself around her.
Then…
Vrooom….
Vrooom….
Vroom
The deep roar of the Bugatti’s W16 engine shattered the strange silence few times.
The sound echoed across the private racing circuit.
Mu Wanqing’s eyes brightened.
Inside her mind, System 888 sounded equally excited.
[Hold on properly, Child.]
Mu Wanqing instinctively tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
The next moment, the Bugatti Centodieci shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, the teal supercar exploded down the straight section of the circuit.
The powerful roar of the engine swept through the night.
Within seconds, the Bugatti had become nothing more than a streak of teal beneath the brilliant lights of Aurora Club.
Meanwhile, the young masters and young ladies remained completely motionless.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
They had forgotten about the car and their minds were still trapped in that single smile.
Finally, Xu Jiahao slowly opened his mouth.
His voice was unusually quiet, “Did I see that correctly?
Was that girl really that beautiful…
or am I hallucinating because of the lighting?”
Gu Chengze slowly shook his head, “No.” His expression remained complicated, “You were not hallucinating.
That girl really was that beautiful.”
Another young master finally emerged from his stupor and swallowed, “Isn’t that…
criminal-level beauty?
The one that can cause countries to fall?”
Several people silently agreed.
Even Han Yiran and Song Anqi were stunned.
Especially Song Anqi.
The carefully maintained smile on her face had disappeared completely.
At first, there was only shock, then came disbelief and finally, something darker settled quietly in her eyes.
Several of the boys noticed the change in her expression.
However, none of them said anything.
They understood Song Anqi well.
Among women in high society, beauty was never simply about appearance.
It was status, confidence, influence and sometimes, it was a weapon.
Song Anqi had always been one of the most privileged young ladies in Shanghai.
The Song family ranked second among Shanghai’s Five Great Families.
The Zhang family stood above them, but the Zhang family had only one heir and he was male.
There was no Zhang family daughter to compete with Song Anqi.
Because of this, Song Anqi had gradually become the undisputed leader among the young ladies of Shanghai’s upper social circle.
She had another title as well.
The most beautiful young lady of their generation.
For years, that title had never truly been challenged.
Of course, her status played a role.
But status alone could not create beauty.
Song Anqi was genuinely beautiful.
From childhood, Mrs Song had invested extraordinary effort into cultivating her appearance.
Her skincare routines were carefully selected.
Her diet was controlled.
Her exercise schedule was maintained.
Professional stylists took care of her appearance before important social occasions.
Every hairstyle, dress, accessory was carefully chosen.
Song Anqi had been raised to be flawless.
She was always elegant.
Always presentable and beautiful.
And for many years, she had believed that no girl in Shanghai’s upper society could surpass her.
But tonight, that confidence had been shattered.
Mu Wanqing had not even been particularly dressed for a social occasion.
Her hair was slightly messy.
She had no elaborate hairstyle prepared by a professional salon.
There was nothing particularly extravagant about the way she presented herself.
Yet with one casual smile, she had completely stolen the attention of every young man standing nearby.
Song Anqi remembered that smile and she remembered the expressions on the faces of the boys around her.
Her irritation grew and eyes gradually turned cold.
She suddenly looked toward one of the young masters who had called Mu Wanqing’s beauty “criminal.”
“If she is so beautiful, why don’t you go and become her lapdog?”
The young master froze.
He stared at Song Anqi in shock.
The coldness in her voice immediately made his scalp tingle, so he wisely closed his mouth.
Before the awkward silence could continue, Gu Chengze suddenly shouted, “Hey!” Gu Chengze was staring at one of the large monitoring screens installed around the racing circuit, “Look!
She is approaching the hairpin turns!”
The group immediately moved closer.
The next moment, their expressions changed.
One of the young masters stared at the speed indicator.
His face turned pale, “Is she crazy?
There are three consecutive hairpin turns ahead!”
Another person shouted, “Look at her speed!
Two hundred and fifty kilometers per hour, and she isn’t slowing down!”
Someone inhaled sharply, “Does she want to die?”
Another young master covered his face, “What a tragedy.
That Bugatti Centodieci has not even spent one half day in Shanghai, and now it is going to be destroyed.”
Xu Jiahao immediately snorted, “Can all of you stop predicting disasters?
What if she actually knows how to race?”
Han Yiran immediately scoffed, “Did you even look at her properly?
She looks so young.
And more importantly, she is a girl.
What kind of young lady would learn professional racing as a hobby?
She is simply pretending.
Just wait.
She will end up regretting this.”
Before anyone could respond, another young master suddenly pointed toward the entrance, “Wait.
Isn’t that Young Master Zhang’s Aston Martin?”
The group turned toward the parking area.
Under the lights, a familiar luxury sports car had just entered the club.
The young master narrowed his eyes, “Why is he here?
Didn’t he decline the invitation earlier?”
The moment Song Anqi heard his name, her eyes immediately followed the direction of his finger.
The moment she recognized the Aston Martin, her eyes brightened.
Han Yiran noticed immediately and smiled teasingly, “Why else would he be here?
Isn’t it obvious?
He came for Sister Anqi.”
Song Anqi’s cheeks warmed slightly.
Han Yiran continued mischievously, “I really cannot believe Brother Zhang is so impatient.” She covered her mouth as she laughed, “He could not even wait until the college entrance examination was over.
Didn’t he just meet you this morning?”
Song Anqi immediately looked at her with mock anger, “Stop talking nonsense.
Perhaps Brother Jianjun simply came here to relieve some stress after studying the entire day.”
However, despite her words, her eyes continued drifting toward the Aston Martin.
The faint smile on her lips could not be suppressed.
Inside the Aston Martin, Zhang Jianjun and Chen Gang were staring at the large racing monitor with expressions of complete disbelief.
Chen Gang’s mouth was wide open, “Holy moly…” He pointed toward the screen, “That girl is a monster!
Look at the speed at which she is taking those hairpin turns!”
On the screen, the Bugatti Centodieci approached the first turn.
Instead of slowing down as everyone expected, the rear of the car suddenly swung outward.
The tires screamed against the asphalt and the Centodieci entered the corner in a breathtaking drift.
Before anyone could even react it straightened.
Then immediately entered the second hairpin followed by another perfect drift.
Then third corner followed almost instantly.
The teal supercar moved through the consecutive turns with terrifying precision.
There was no hesitation or wasted movement.
It was as though the driver knew every centimeter of the track.
Chen Gang almost jumped on his seat, “Brother Zhang…” His voice was filled with disbelief, “Are you seeing this?”
Zhang Jianjun did not answer immediately.
His eyes remained fixed on the screen, the usually relaxed young master looked genuinely fascinated.
His eyes were bright and the corners of his lips slowly lifted.
Then he finally spoke, “Yes.” His gaze never left the teal Bugatti, “I am seeing it.”
And for some reason, he suddenly became even more curious about the mysterious girl behind the wheel.
Meanwhile, inside the Bugatti Centodieci, Mu Wanqing was experiencing the most exhilarating moment of both her lifetimes.
The speedometer had already crossed two hundred kilometers per hour.
Wind roared past the body of the car, and although the convertible roof had been closed, Mu Wanqing could still feel the overwhelming force of speed pressing against her senses.
The deep, savage growl of the W16 engine reverberated through the cabin and into her chest, making her heartbeat race in rhythm with the machine.
Instead of fear, however, Mu Wanqing threw her head back and laughed.
Her laughter was bright and uninhibited.
It was the kind of laughter she had not heard from herself in a very, very long time.
“Faster!” she shouted.
System 888 immediately became even more excited.
[Child, are you ready for the hairpin turns ahead?]
Mu Wanqing’s eyes sparkled.
She looked through the windshield at the rapidly approaching mountain circuit.
The road ahead curved sharply around the hillside, disappearing into the darkness beneath the brilliant lights installed along the private track.
A series of consecutive hairpin turns waited ahead.
Mu Wanqing laughed loudly, “Of course!” The moment her words fell, the Bugatti accelerated again.
The engine let out a deep roar.
Then, the brakes engaged.
Mu Wanqing’s body was pushed forward slightly, but before she could even react, her hands turned the steering wheel.
Or rather, System 888 controlled her hands.
Her body moved with absolute precision.
The Centodieci entered the first hairpin turn.
The rear tires screeched against the asphalt.
“Ahhh!” Mu Wanqing screamed. Find the original chapter at g.com.
But it was not a scream of fear.
It was excitement.
Pure, uncontrollable excitement.
The car drifted through the turn with terrifying precision, its body sliding sideways for a brief moment before the tires caught the road again.
The powerful engine roared, and the Bugatti shot forward toward the second turn.
Mu Wanqing’s heart was pounding wildly.
She could feel everything.
Every movement of the steering wheel.
Every shift in the balance of the car.
Every subtle adjustment of the brakes and accelerator.
Although System 888 was controlling her hands and legs, she was still inside her own body.
Her senses registered every movement as though she herself were learning the language of speed.
The second hairpin turn came, then the third.
The Centodieci swept through them one after another.
Tires screamed, he engine roared, the scenery outside the windows became nothing more than streaks of light.
Mu Wanqing could no longer stop laughing, “Again!” she shouted.
“Faster, dad!
Don’t slow down!”
System 888 seemed to have been waiting for those words.
[As you wish, my daughter!]
The Bugatti surged forward.
The mountain section of Aurora Club’s circuit stretched ahead of them.
The road climbed upward along the hillside, winding between artificial cliffs, dense trees, and carefully designed barriers.
Powerful floodlights illuminated the circuit, while the distant lights of Shanghai glittered beneath the dark night sky.
For a brief moment, the car climbed toward the highest point of the track.
Mu Wanqing looked through the windshield, her eyes widened.
Below them, the city seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.
Shanghai glittered beneath the night.
Buildings rose like mountains of glass.
Neon lights reflected against the darkness.
For one breathtaking second, Mu Wanqing felt as though she were standing above the entire world.
Then the road dropped, “Dad!” Her scream echoed through the cabin.
The Centodieci plunged down the descending section of the mountain circuit.
The sensation of weightlessness made Mu Wanqing’s stomach rise.
She burst into another fit of laughter.
Her hair had already become slightly disheveled from the force of movement, and her beautiful face was flushed with excitement.
At that moment, she looked nothing like the quiet and composed girl who had walked into the Aurora Club only minutes earlier.
She looked seventeen, truly seventeen, young, free, alive.
The Bugatti descended through the mountain section and entered the valley portion of the circuit.
The road opened wide.
On both sides, artificial slopes and dense landscaping created the illusion of being far away from Shanghai.
System 888 immediately accelerated.
The speed climbed again.
This time crossing three hundred.
Mu Wanqing pressed herself against the seat.
Her heart beat so loudly that she could barely hear anything else.
But strangely, she did not want to hear anything else.
She did not want to think.
Not about Shen family, about her previous life nor about the college entrance examination waiting for her in ten days.
Not about the future.
For the first time since her rebirth, Mu Wanqing stopped thinking about what had happened.
And she stopped worrying about what was going to happen.
At that moment, there was only one thing in her world.
The roar of the engine, the scream of the tires, the rushing lights outside, speed, more speed and herself.
Living.
A strange warmth suddenly spread through Mu Wanqing’s chest.
She realized that perhaps healing was not always quiet.
Perhaps healing was not always sitting alone in silence and convincing oneself that everything would eventually be fine.
Sometimes, healing was laughing so loudly that the ghosts of yesterday could no longer be heard.
Mu Wanqing’s eyes slowly became moist.
But this time, she was not crying because she was sad.
She was happy.
The happiness was so overwhelming that it made her want to scream.
So she did, “Ahhhhhh!” Her voice filled the luxurious cabin.
System 888 immediately laughed.
[Child, you are enjoying yourself very much.]
Mu Wanqing laughed breathlessly, “Of course I’m enjoying myself!”
She looked ahead, “Again!
Faster!”
[You really are my daughter.]
System 888 sounded unbearably proud.
[Good!
Today your father will let you experience what it means to fly on the ground!]
The Bugatti entered another sweeping section of the track.
The road curved around the valley before leading into Aurora Club’s famous circular circuit, a massive loop designed to test both speed and control.
The Centodieci entered the circular section.
Mu Wanqing’s body pressed against the seat as the car swept around the curve.
Once, twice.
The lights outside formed long circles of gold and white.
Her laughter continued.
She had completely forgotten herself, forgotten her dignity.
If someone had seen her now, they would never have imagined that this was the same Mu Wanqing who had always been Meek and timid.
The circular track finally opened into the final straight.
System 888 slowed the car slightly before accelerating toward the finishing section.
The Centodieci shot forward like a teal-colored phantom.
The starting line appeared ahead.
The engine roared one final time.
Then…
the Bugatti crossed the starting line.
System 888 gradually reduced the speed.
The violent roar of the engine slowly became deeper and calmer and the car finally came to a smooth stop.
For several seconds, Mu Wanqing remained completely still.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her heart was still pounding.
The adrenaline had not disappeared.
Her hands and legs slowly returned to her control.
Mu Wanqing blinked.
Then she suddenly covered her face, and laughed.
She laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, “Dad…”
[Yes, child?]
Mu Wanqing slowly lowered her hands.
Her cheeks were flushed.
Her hair was messy.
Her eyes were shining brighter than they had all night.
“That was…” She paused, trying to find the right words, then she smiled, “That was the most exciting moment of my life.”
System 888 became silent for a moment.
Then its voice softened.
[Then remember it.
Remember this feeling whenever you begin to think that your life is nothing but suffering.
Remember that you have already died once, and Heaven or perhaps fate has given you another opportunity.
You are no longer living merely to survive, this time, you must live for yourself.]
Mu Wanqing looked through the windshield.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then she smiled, “Yes.” She placed one hand gently against the steering wheel.
With that, Mu Wanqing closed her eyes, trying to calm the wild beating of her heart.
Outside, however, everyone else’s heartbeats were racing even faster than hers.
They had witnessed every moment of the lap on the enormous screen.
For the first time in their lives, merely watching someone else race had filled them with such intense excitement, fear, and adrenaline.
It was even more thrilling than watching a Formula racing event.
The girl was simply too skilled.
Every movement had been precise.
Every turn had been perfectly controlled.
There had not been a single moment of hesitation.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
The young master who had earlier predicted that Mu Wanqing would ruin the car suddenly slapped his own forehead and laughed, “I’m such an idiot.
I actually doubted the Goddess of Racing.”
His words finally brought everyone back to their senses.
Xu Jiahao could not help asking, “Goddess of Racing?”
The young master immediately nodded, “Isn’t she?
Every turn, every drift, it was all precise and calculated.
Can someone really be this skilled?”
Chen Gang and Zhang Jianjun shared the same thoughts inside the Ashton Martin.
Chen Gang turned toward Zhang Jianjun and said, “Let’s go, Brother Zhang.
Let’s meet her.”
Zhang Jianjun nodded and immediately stepped out of the car.
The moment Song Anqi saw him approaching, she quickly arranged the sweetest smile on her face and lowered her head slightly.
From time to time, she glanced toward Zhang Jianjun’s approaching figure.
With every step he took closer, her heartbeat quickened.
She naturally assumed that, after arriving, he would greet her first.
But several seconds passed and she heard nothing.
Song Anqi frowned slightly and slowly raised her head.
The scene before her left her stunned.
Zhang Jianjun was not looking at her.
His gaze was fixed intently on the Bugatti Centodieci.
When Song Anqi looked carefully at his expression, her heart sank even further.
The usually indifferent and composed Zhang Jianjun now had bright eyes.
He looked exactly like an enthusiastic fan standing before his idol.
Song Anqi felt as though an invisible hand had tightly gripped her heart.
Her eyes gradually reddened.
Yet when her gaze finally shifted toward the Bugatti Centodieci, her fingers slowly curled into fists.
An intense emotion rose within her chest, but she still tried to suppress it.
PS: Zhang Jianjun isn’t the Male lead, but he is a very important part of the novel.