Long Yunxiao was stunned by the sight and abruptly stood up from his chair!
Xia Xuechun was utterly disappointed: "Are those two idiots sick?! They had so many chances to overtake before and failed, and now when they finally could, they crash into each other?!"
The team manager was overjoyed: "Qiao Chuchu is definitely winning now!"
Long Jun cursed under his breath: "Damn, she’s actually going to take first place."
Fierce applause erupted from the transparent glass room!
Pei Mu and Pei Ci cheered excitedly: "Fourth Brother’s connections are solid! He handled it so quickly—Chuchu’s safe now!"
Pei Che let out a long sigh, his nose beaded with sweat as he trembled and covered his eyes: "Thank goodness."
Pei Yuan nodded wearily: "Yeah, thank goodness."
Pei Youchuan threw an arm around Pei Fengnong, forcing himself to praise him: "Who would’ve thought, Old Fourth? You’re usually so proper, but when it’s ti to strike back, you don’t hold back!"
Pei Fengnong didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the three smoking cars on the screen, his expression ruthless: "I’m not so saint. I don’t fight or compete usually because I never cared enough. But when soone I care about is involved—"
He swayed as he stood up: "There’s still Long Yunxiao to deal with. He ssed with Qiao Chuchu. We can’t let him get away with—"
His vision darkened, and he collapsed back onto the couch, weakly finishing: "—this arrogance…"
Weisheng Wenzhan picked up the phone, forcing himself to stay alert: "I’ll handle him."
Weisheng Yucan glanced left and right, noticing an odd flush on all the n’s faces.
Especially Weisheng Wenzhan, who was usually pale as a ghost—now his cheeks were tinged with two bright spots of red.
The faint color extended over his nose bridge, like the trendy sunburn makeup from a while back.
This rosy hue starkly contrasted with his impeccably pressed, wrinkle-free suit.
Weisheng Yucan slowly realized sothing was wrong.
This glass room had been empty except for her earlier.
Ever since they barged in, she’d heard their heavy, uneven breathing.
She hadn’t paid it much mind, assuming they were just seething with jealousy.
But now…
A creeping dread shot up her spine, and she bolted to her feet: "Are you all running fevers?!"
Weisheng Lin gave her a puzzled look: "So what if we are?"
Weisheng Biehe adjusted his prayer beads weakly: "Sis, we all caught it from Qiao Chuchu. But don’t worry, we’re fine. No need to fuss over us."
Weisheng Yucan gasped, covering her mouth and nose: "Who’s fussing over you?! I don’t want to catch whatever you have!!"
The n: "?"
She grabbed her bag and fled: "I’ve had enough of you love-struck idiots! Running around with fevers like this!"
Weisheng Wenzhan, still on the phone, snapped: "I told you I’m not love-struck!!"
The shout left him dizzy. He clutched his head, forcing himself to speak into the phone: "It’s . Co handle soone for ."
With her pursuers out of the race, Qiao Chuchu sped unimpeded down the track, crossing the finish line with ease!
She’d won!
Parking her car at the inspection area, she stepped out to a roaring crowd in the spectator stands!
Removing her helt, she waved joyfully: "Thank you!!"
The applause was deafening!
"Hell yeah, Qiao Chuchu!"
"This girl actually won?! Her turns were so sharp—so damn cool!"
Long Yunxiao watched Qiao Chuchu’s triumphant glow, fury making his head spin.
Useless trash!
Life was already going badly—he just wanted to vent, and yet Qiao Chuchu slipped through again!
Xia Xuechun was crushed. She checked her phone, skimming through the live comnts:
「Eighth Miss won, ahhhh!」
「LMAO, how did those two crash right at the start? Weren’t they bragging about making Qiao Chuchu cry?」
「Ugh! If those two cars hadn’t gotten in the way, who knows who would’ve won!」
「Stop whining. Racing’s unpredictable—Qiao Chuchu won fair and square! Stay mad!~」
Qiao Chuchu stepped down from the podium, glancing at the crash site.
The cars were built for collisions, so the drivers were unhard.
But the two who’d been blocked were livid, lunging at the other pair: "Did you two crash into us on purpose?!"
Staff rushed to intervene: "No fighting!"
Behind the staff, the other two scoffed: "Who crashed on purpose? We’re racing—are we not allowed to overtake?"
Brother Wang and Brother Hao clenched their fists, turning to Qiao Chuchu: "We could’ve beaten you!"
They stared at her like she was a million dollars slipping through their fingers, eyes red: "Rematch us!"
Qiao Chuchu wasn’t surprised: "Classic fragile masculinity. I knew you’d bla the ancestors when you lost!"
"You—"
Before they could finish, staff dragged them away.
Qiao Chuchu scanned the crowd for Xia Xuechun, spotting her with the guy in the baseball cap.
She started toward them.
But a group of stern-faced n in suits intercepted, tapping the cap-wearer on the shoulder.
Confused, he followed them.
Xia Xuechun shot Qiao Chuchu a wary look before scrambling after them: "Wait for !"
Qiao Chuchu tried to follow but was stopped by staff: "Please wait for the award ceremony."
She could only watch as the two disappeared.
Though… was it her imagination?
Did one of the suited n just punch the guy in the cap?
Xia Xuechun clearly panicked, backing away—only to be yanked along forcibly.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Hah.
From now on, no matter how badly things went for Xia Xuechun, she wouldn’t lift a finger to help.
Pei Fengnong leaned against the glass, watching Qiao Chuchu ascend the podium and accept her trophy with a smile.
He grinned in relief: "She… must be so happy right now."
The other n, barely holding themselves up, pressed against the glass to watch her receive the award.
True enough.
On the screen, her eyes curved into crescents as she laughed.
So beautiful when she smiled.
Qiao Chuchu happily carried her trophy back to the VIP lounge.
On the way, she ran into Weisheng Yucan waiting in the lobby.
She blinked: "Sis Yucan? Why are you waiting here?"
Weisheng Yucan sighed: "First, congrats on the trophy. Second, my lounge’s been hijacked—your brothers and my idiot siblings are all in there."
Qiao Chuchu: "? I told them not to follow ! Why are they here again?"
Weisheng Yucan shrugged: "Go ask them yourself."
Frowning, Qiao Chuchu shoved the trophy into Yucan’s hands and stord upstairs, flinging the door open!
The mont she entered, all eyes turned to her.
Shi Yu, closest to her, brightened: "Chuchu, congrats on winning!"
She ignored him, scanning the room.
Even Lou Tingsi had shown up.
The n, seated or standing, all smiled warmly at her.
Her stomach churned at the crowd: "Why are you all here again?"
[Why are you all so clingy?!]
【They used to be such independent, self-sufficient adults, all cold and aloof, the kind of awe-inspiring big shots you’d read about in novels. So why are they always hovering around now?】
【Last ti with the horseback riding, and now this!】
【I just want so peace and quiet!】
Their expressions faltered, brows furrowing with hurt. "Do you really dislike seeing us that much?"
Pei Fengnong leaned weakly against the glass, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I was just worried about you, Chuchu. I didn’t an any harm."
His vision darkened, eyelids growing heavy as he slumped forward. "Sorry... I’ll leave. Don’t be angry..."
Qiao Chuchu froze, then stepped closer to him. "Why is your face so red?"
Pei Fengnong didn’t answer, just gazed at her weakly.
She pressed a hand to his forehead and gasped. "You’re burning up!"
He swayed unsteadily. "It’s just a fever... I’ll be fine..."
"Fine?! How is this fine?!"
Suddenly suspicious, she turned to the others. "You all look off too."
Panicked, she reached for Pei Yuan, touching his forehead.
Scalding.
Then Pei Che’s.
Just as hot!
Her voice cracked. "Don’t tell all of you are sick?!"
Seeing her distress, the corners of their mouths twitched upward almost imperceptibly. In eerie unison, they murmured, "We’re not sure."
Their eyes glead with expectation as they leaned in. "Maybe... you should check for yourself?"
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