Chapter 041: An Unexplainable Restlessness

Chapter 041: An Unexplainable Restlessness

Kun City, renowned throughout the Jiangnan region and even nationwide as a haven for car racing, boasts no fewer than a dozen racetracks, eight of which are fully licensed and professional. Yue Mountain Racetrack is one of the semi-official drift racing venues. Usually reserved for professional F1 and drifting competitions, while its danger doesn’t quite match the infamous "King of Hell Road" mountain pass, it is still considered the second most perilous track in the area. For non-professionals, merely completing a lap is a formidable challenge.

Due to the unique nature of the track, races aren't held daily—sometimes not even once a month. Most of the time, Yue Mountain Racetrack stood deserted, becoming a gathering place for young, wealthy racing enthusiasts. It was treacherous and thrilling, yet not so deadly as the cliffside mountain pass, making it a favorite for the city’s street racers. Of course, not just anyone could enter—a love for racing wasn’t enough. Status and connections were required.

Lan Youyou naturally had such status.

When the roaring Hummer H3 approached, the young men guarding the entrance quickly scrambled aside, not only recognizing the owner of the vehicle at once but also fearing for their lives. The reputation of Miss Lan was well-known, her background formidable; if she ran them over, they could only curse their luck.

"What’s going on? The driver just now didn’t look like Lan Youyou," one of the gatekeepers muttered, rubbing his eyes as he watched the Hummer barrel through.

"I thought I was seeing things, too. It looked like a man was behind the wheel," another chimed in, turning his head.

"It’s unbelievable—a man daring to get in Miss Lan’s car?" The young men exchanged glances, each seeing the same incredulity on the others’ faces.

Meanwhile, Chu Fei, following Lan Youyou's directions, didn’t drive into the parking area but instead sped directly to a spot beneath the stands. The staff responsible for order took no notice of this, giving Chu Fei yet another measure of Lan Youyou’s audacity.

"Wow, Boss is finally here!"

"The leader’s come! I knew she’d never admit defeat, hehe..."

No sooner had Chu Fei and Lan Youyou stepped out of the car than a group of flamboyantly dressed girls swarmed around them. All were between fifteen and nineteen, fashionably attired, their outfits bold and nonconformist. It was clear at a glance they were all daughters of wealthy families, clad head to toe in designer brands. The group crowded around, chattering excitedly, their curious gazes lingering on Chu Fei as they tried to guess the identity of this handsome young man standing with Lan Youyou.

"Enough! All of you, quiet down!" Lan Youyou glared at them, and the girls instantly fell silent.

"Has that bastard Zhou Xiaolong arrived yet?" Lan Youyou asked.

"He’s here, he’s been hanging around for nearly two hours already, bragging in the lounge," one girl replied.

"Yeah, as soon as Zhou Xiaolong showed up, he started boasting. He said that after tonight, you’d be his woman, and that he’d have you utterly at his mercy..."

The girls chimed in, talking over one another.

"Damn it!"

Lan Youyou's face darkened. She turned to Chu Fei, lowering her voice. "Master, you see? If you lose today, your disciple will be ruined."

Chu Fei gave a wry smile. He’d thought she was exaggerating before, but now it was all too real.

"Master?"

The girls’ expressions turned odd as they glanced at Chu Fei, exchanging looks of disbelief. This handsome guy was her master? What was going on?

"What are you staring at? This is my master, so show some respect," Lan Youyou scolded, then, remembering Chu Fei was right there, quickly forced a smile. "Master, these little devils need to be scolded or they know no bounds. Don’t be offended."

The girls’ eyes lit up. A moment ago, they’d suspected Lan Youyou was lying. Now, seeing her so meek, they believed it entirely—when had Miss Lan ever been so docile? Certainly not that they’d ever seen.

And so—

"Master, are you really our leader’s master?" one girl asked, still a bit doubtful.

"Master, you’re so handsome—absolutely stunning," said another, her eyes shining as she took in Chu Fei’s looks.

"Exactly—not only handsome, but amazing. Look at how you’ve tamed our boss; she’s practically turned into a lady," a third added.

"Master, you’re so attractive. I think I’ve fallen for you—what should I do?" the last girl boldly batted her lashes at Chu Fei.

They surrounded Chu Fei, chattering away, their enthusiasm almost overwhelming.

"Good grief!" Lan Youyou’s expression grew even darker, especially at the last girl who was flirting so blatantly. She yanked her aside. "Big Mimi, are you trying to take advantage of me? Tired of living?"

"Boss, I wasn’t!" protested the well-endowed girl, looking innocent.

"You weren’t? You’re hitting on my master. Do you want to be my stepmother?" Lan Youyou snapped, then glared at the other girls. "Behave yourselves. My master is an upright man—stop acting so shameless."

With Miss Lan's outburst, the girls became much more subdued. Still, their eyes remained bright as they gazed at Chu Fei. His good looks were secondary; the truly astonishing thing was that he could make Lan Youyou, the infamous Miss Lan, act so obediently.

Chu Fei found the situation a headache. Lan Youyou alone was already beyond his expectations, and now he was surrounded by a gaggle of eccentric girls. The saying "birds of a feather flock together" had never seemed more apt.

At that moment, an excited voice called out from afar.

"Wife, you’re finally here—I missed you so much!"

A group emerged from the lounge near the stands, led by a tall, handsome youth. "Youth" might be too generous—he was more a teenager, seventeen or eighteen at most, but tall for his age, just over six feet, slightly taller than Chu Fei.

He strode quickly over, his eyes fixed on Lan Youyou, apparently oblivious to the other girls, as if she was the only person in his world—a regular Romeo.

"Get lost, Zhou Xiaolong! Can’t you act normal? I’ll have you castrated if you keep this up!" Lan Youyou snapped, shuddering as the smitten youth approached.

"Wife, you can reject my advances, but you can't deny my love. You know, I fell deeply for you the very first time I saw you..." Zhou Xiaolong gazed at her with even greater adoration.

"Give me a break, you idiot. The first time you saw me you were still nursing, hadn’t even grown up yet—what do you know about love?" Lan Youyou retorted, more disgusted than ever.

"If not the first time, then the second. In any case, I, Zhou Xiaolong, only have eyes for you. You are my destined wife, and nothing—not heaven collapsing or the seas running dry—will change my love for you!" Zhou Xiaolong continued his relentless onslaught.

"God, you’re sick. Been watching too many soap operas, haven’t you?" Lan Youyou spat, turning away with a look of near-nausea. She then glanced at Chu Fei. "Master, you see? This is the guy who wants to sleep with me. I’d rather die than let him have his way."

Chu Fei nodded in agreement. After just one encounter, even he was offended by Zhou Xiaolong. The fellow looked decent enough but spoke utter nonsense. That Lan Youyou hadn’t slapped him silly was a wonder.

"Master? What master? Wife, why didn’t you tell me you took on a master?" Zhou Xiaolong paused in surprise, frowning at Chu Fei.

"What’s it to you? Get lost," Lan Youyou replied, not bothering to engage with him.

"Fine, let’s skip the small talk. Lan Youyou, don’t forget our bet. If you lose tonight, you’ll have to sleep with me..." Zhou Xiaolong’s tone grew serious.

"Don’t worry, I always keep my word. But you won’t get the chance," Lan Youyou replied with a proud sneer. "But you never said I had to race you myself. I’m not feeling well today, so my master will race in my place—is that a problem?"

"No problem. But if he loses, you're not going to back out?" Zhou Xiaolong seemed surprisingly agreeable, barely glancing at Chu Fei, still full of confidence in his own abilities.

"If my master loses, I’ll spend the night with you. But my master is incredible. If you’re not up to it, you could always call your own master to race instead—I don't mind waiting," Lan Youyou said loftily.

Zhou Xiaolong’s expression changed, and he eyed Chu Fei again before grinning. "No need to provoke me, Lan Youyou. Tonight, I’ll show you what a real man is on the racetrack. See you in ten minutes." With that, he turned on his heel and left with his entourage.

"As if he’s some kind of racing god," Lan Youyou scoffed, then turned to the voluptuous girl. "Mimi, did you bring my car like I asked?"

"I’ll go get it right now," the girl replied with a wink at Chu Fei. "Handsome Master, I’ll drive it over for you!" She dashed off, the other girls trailing after her.

"Master, don’t be fooled by Xiao Mimi—she’s a little vixen, deadly charming, and cunning to boot," Lan Youyou warned.

Chu Fei gave her a sidelong glance, thinking, Are you any less cunning yourself?

Just then, several flashy sports cars came roaring up and halted in unison before them. The girls who’d run off earlier jumped out.

Two Ferraris, a Porsche, and, most extravagant of all, a limited edition Bugatti Veyron—the busty Xiao Mimi stepped down from the Bugatti. There was also an Audi R8, which, though red instead of silver, still reminded Chu Fei irresistibly of Qi Hong...

He wondered if that woman had left already.

A sudden, inexplicable restlessness crept over Chu Fei’s heart.