Shocked! The Young Master's Petite Darling Is a Master of Mysteries Chapter 350 Akina Mountain Car God

Lu Zechuan responded with a blank expression, "Mm."

"I also bear so responsibility for your mother’s depression back then." Mrs. Lu showed a trace of guilt on her face. "When they first got married, I hadn’t learned how to be a good mother-in-law."

Mrs. Lu didn’t hide any of the things she had done.

The typical issues between in-laws usually involve the mother-in-law causing trouble for the daughter-in-law, making her do tasks, causing grievances while keeping silent.

"Ah Chuan, if you’re willing to forgive , we can still be harmonious as grandmother and grandson. If you refuse to forgive , I’ll leave the Lu Family’s inheritance to you and find a retirent ho to live out my remaining days." Mrs. Lu spoke with a serious tone, not at all like she was joking.

Lu Zechuan remained silent for a long ti. Just when Mrs. Lu thought he wouldn’t forgive her, he suddenly said slowly, "Grandmother, it’s all in the past. The deceased are gone, and saying all this is unnecessary."

When Ding Lan first approached him, he did have a bit of suspicion towards his grandmother.

So, he secretly sent people to investigate everything that happened back then.

The facts were exactly as Mrs. Lu had stated—she hadn’t committed any fundantally wrong actions.

She was simply too indifferent, harsh, and unconcerned with Shen Xiang in daily life.

If there was any link between Mrs. Lu and Shen Xiang’s death, she might have been the final straw that broke the cal’s back.

"Ah Chuan, have you forgiven ?" Mrs. Lu’s face showed a look of pleasant surprise.

Over the years, she had been kind to Lu Zechuan but was always worried about whether he would forgive her if he ever learned about her past actions.

Now she knew the answer.

The child she raised hadn’t let down her love for him.

"Grandmother, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave." Lu Zechuan stood up, nodded slightly to Mrs. Lu, "You are my grandmother, and that’s a fact no one can change."

After his biological mother’s suicide, when Lu Zhenqing married Shen Man, it was his grandmother who protected him as a young child.

If it weren’t for her protection, he wouldn’t have been able to grow up under Shen Man’s care.

"Ah Chuan..." Mrs. Lu’s voice was sowhat choked. After so many years, she finally let go of the burden on her heart.

"Grandmother, take good care of yourself. Don’t keep thinking about going to a retirent ho; it’s not as comfortable as being at ho." Lu Zechuan said this and then took Xia Mian’s hand, walking out of the study.

As they left the Lu Family, Lu Zechuan didn’t say a word.

His expression was gloomy, and he seed preoccupied.

Xia Mian let him sit in the passenger seat while she drove.

"How about I take you for a drive?" Xia Mian suggested.

Lu Zechuan responded with a "Mm," not opposing Xia Mian’s idea.

Xia Mian started the car and drove straight out of the city, heading to the winding mountain road in the countryside.

It was already afternoon when they left ho, and it was almost evening by the ti they left the Lu Family Villa.

At dusk, a large group of street racers had gathered on the mountain road in the countryside.

Wu Yong was fawning over a young man with tattooed arms, flattering him, "Brother Yao, today’s first place is definitely yours! No one can take it from you!"

Yao Ping gave Wu Yong a cold glance, smiling lightly, "Of course! In Beijing, whoever wants to compete with in racing must have a death wish!"

Those around Yao Ping echoed in agreent, "Brother Yao is a professional racer; no one else can compare, not even fit to lace Brother Yao’s shoes!"

As everyone praised him, Yao Ping slowly put on his helt and glanced at a row of race cars not far away.

In Beijing, Yao Ping wasn’t considered a scion of a wealthy family, but he had his own circle.

He loved racing and was a professional racer. Over the years, he organized many races in Beijing and made connections in various fields.

Those who could afford to race often ca from well-off families.

So, with the support of these connections, Yao Ping established his own racing club, living a luxurious life with the inco from organizing races every month.

"Is everyone ready?" Yao Ping loudly asked the lineup of race cars.

"Ready!" The other contestants responded loudly to him.

"For those who want to place bets, place them now," Yao Ping announced to the spectators, "The race starts in ten minutes."

Wu Yong used to be one of the racers, but after offending Lu Zechuan and the Wu Family went bankrupt, he couldn’t afford to race anymore.

But he itched to race, so he eagerly asked Yao Ping, "Brother Yao, can you let have a go?"

Yao Ping cast a disdainful look at Wu Yong, "Let you have a go? If you crash my car, can you afford to pay for it?"

If the Wu Family hadn’t fallen, Wu Yong wouldn’t just be asking to drive; even if he wanted to take the car, Yao Ping wouldn’t have questioned it.

But now... the Wu Family had fallen to where they needed to rent to make a living, so why should Yao Ping show Wu Yong any respect?

Rejected, Wu Yong’s face darkened, but having faced many setbacks, he finally learned wisdom and didn’t argue with Yao Ping.

He quietly joined the gamblers to place bets.

Every ti he bet on Yao Ping to win, he made a profit, so this ti, he confidently placed his bet on Yao Ping.

With the bets placed, Yao Ping found soone to act as a referee and blow the whistle for everyone.

At the sound of the whistle, all the cars at the foot of the mountain roared to life.

The rigged and modified cars’ roaring practically echoed across the sky, making a rather impressive sound.

In the next mont, all the cars shot out like arrows from a bow.

On the mountain road, a scene of speed and passion unfolded.

When Xia Mian brought Lu Zechuan to the mountain road, the cars of Yao Ping and his group had already been on the move for a while, so Xia Mian didn’t see the lively scene at the foot of the mountain.

Her original driving speed wasn’t fast, but seeing Lu Zechuan looking upset, she decided to drive faster to help him relax.

The road condition on the mountain road wasn’t great, but Xia Mian’s driving felt as smooth as silk.

Before long, Xia Mian noticed several cars racing ahead.

While she found it puzzling, she didn’t overthink it.

Driving like that on this kind of road? That’s seeking death.

Xia Mian grew increasingly frustrated, being stuck behind these cars that were blocking her way, so she shifted gears, floored the accelerator, and deftly steered through the gaps between the cars...

Yao Ping was in the lead and feeling smug, thinking today’s first place was his again. Suddenly, a luxury car shot out from behind, easily overtaking him...

Yao Ping was dumbfounded, staring at the string of exhaust from the other car in disbelief.