Li Shengxiao watched as his newly targeted prey slipped away, his fingers still suspended in mid-air. He lowered his head and chuckled softly, his mood suddenly improving.
"Hello? How co you have ti to call , aren’t you asleep yet?" When Gu Linxi received the call, she was almost done with her software coding. She generally didn’t like being interrupted while coding, but Rong Yan was an exception.
She placed the laptop beside her on her lap, leaned back, and answered the phone. Since her work was nearly complete, she was in a relatively good mood. She slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, and her ordinary features seed to beco lively in the night, understated yet captivating.
"It’s Friday today, aren’t you having so couple ti with Mr. Li?"
Rong Yan was accustod to her teasing and didn’t bother to find trouble for herself, directly skipping over her jests. "Cui Jiangjing is racing on the Third Ring Road, Xixi, did you know about this?"
"..." Gu Linxi’s mind was briefly blank, caught off guard by her words, and she was montarily stunned.
Rong Yan continued, "You didn’t know, right? I just can’t figure out what’s up with him. Why is he suddenly acting crazy? I heard from Li Shengxiao that he once crashed while riding a motorcycle, barely surviving it, and it left him with a traumatic psychological shadow. Who knows what got into him now? I heard he’s gone racing tonight, and if he crashes again..."
Gu Linxi’s temples throbbed a couple of tis, and she quickly told her, "Sorry Yan, I just rembered there’s sothing I haven’t finished. I’ll call you back later."
"Xi..."
Gu Linxi abruptly hung up the phone, tossed it into her jacket pocket, and hurriedly grabbed her things to rush out.
Once outside, she realized the repair shop was empty.
"Shit!"
She’d forgotten; there hadn’t been any business these past few days, and apart from her own Xuann, there were no other cars available.
Without linger, she pulled down the rolling shutter and jogged out of the alley, hailing a taxi and hurriedly getting in.
"Young lady, where to?"
The driver saw her dressed simply, with her hair tied up in a bun and no makeup, assuming she was quite young and automatically categorized her as a young lady.
Gu Linxi pulled out her phone, and after so operations connected it to her laptop, tracking the motorcycle’s current location, she told the driver, "To Houhai!"
The taxi sped off.
Throughout the drive, she kept her eyes on her phone, 160 mph, 163 mph, 170 mph... The numbers kept updating, never dropping below 160.
Xuann was a racing motorcycle she personally modified, capable of reaching speeds up to 200 mph, faster than standard cars.
Inexperienced riders going over 150 mph could easily experience increased heart rates, leading to a higher risk of accidents.
She casually ntioned it, not expecting this man to take it seriously and ride her motorcycle for racing.
Gu Linxi’s temples were tightly wound, her expression grim.
"Driver, can you go any faster?"
"I can go a bit faster, sure. Alright, I’ll speed up. But young lady, it’s so late, why are you in such a hurry to go there, are you going for fun?"
There are many bars in the Houhai area, and he often drove young n and won there to have fun late at night. He’d seen plenty of these young people seeking excitent at such hours. However, it was his first ti picking up soone like Gu Linxi at night heading to Houhai, with her face bare and makeup-free, wearing a striped shirt jacket over a simple white tank top.
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