021 Yan Tingfeng: She is mine

Before this, everyone believed that the Blade Overtake was nothing more than an armchair strategy, only used in films and dramas.

No one would dare to drive like that in reality because one tiny mistake could lead to a total car wreck and loss of life.

But Ye Wanlan did drive like that.

Not only that, she drove all the way to first place.

Fang Qingye only felt a gust of wind whistle past his ear, and he was startled.

By the time he realized what was happening, he saw a car driving on its side moving forward.

Fang Qingye was stunned, "What the hell is that..."

Three seconds later, he suddenly recognized that it was Yan Tingfeng's car.

"Are you insane!" Fang Qingye couldn't help but curse, "This woman has a death wish! Does she think she's filming an action movie?!"

He instinctively wanted to accelerate, but he didn't dare to.

This was Death Curve!

All he could do was watch helplessly as the old car left him behind in the dust.

"Damn it!" Fang Qingye's hands slammed down on the steering wheel, his gaze dark and heavy.

It wasn't that his car was inadequate, but he simply didn't dare to drive with his life on the line like Ye Wanlan.

This girl was crazy; she truly didn't care about her life!

"Buzzzz—"

"Boom!"

Ye Wanlan accelerated again!

This time, she left all the other vehicles far behind.

As Yan Tingfeng's Hidden Guards, Bing He and Tie Ma had experienced gunfights and death snipes, but their hearts had never pounded so fast.

Ye Wanlan seemed quiet and gentle, so how was she a speed freak?

A madwoman and a fast car together were like an utterly out-of-control beast that no one could stop!

But not only was Yan Tingfeng unafraid, he greatly enjoyed it.

He propped his chin in one hand, tilting his head slightly, watching the girl in the driver's seat, the smile in his eyes growing bigger and brighter, like a great fire that could burn away the darkness.

"Boom—"

After circling around the mountain, they shot past the finish line at the base of the mountain, and the car stopped with superb braking technique.

"Sir!"

"Ahh, Sister Lan!"

Cheng Qingli, along with Bing He and Tie Ma, quickly rushed over.

The car door opened, and the two of them got out.

Yan Tingfeng coughed, and for the first time, he hesitated before speaking: "Miss Ye's racing skills—"

Bing He commented, "Simply terrifying to this extent!"

Tie Ma added, "Gives one the chills!"

Cheng Qingli: "...Have you two been reading too many fantasy novels?"

"What's the matter, regret getting in my car?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow.

At this moment, she hadn't taken off her helmet, and he couldn't see her expression.

But he only saw her turn her head, lean on the car, her raven-black hair dancing in the wind, and one could imagine that she must be a breathtaking beauty, peerless and awe-inspiring, making people dare not gaze directly at her face, with even the peony and hibiscus flowers paling in comparison.

Yan Tingfeng leisurely flicked off the dust from his clothes, "How could I refuse, not getting into Miss Ye's car, what's the difference between that and being dead."

Bing He muttered, "Isn't getting into the car the same as being no different from death?"

If it were him, he would have fainted from fear long ago.

"First place! Sister Lan, you're first!" Cheng Qingli's eyes sparkled, "You're so incredible!"

"Pretty average." With a hum, Ye Wanlan walked forward.

The people around her unconsciously took a step back.

Still wearing her helmet, Ye Wanlan addressed the young man in front of the judges' booth, "I want to see Jiang Xulin."

As soon as these words came out, the entire place fell silent.

Then, all eyes turned to Yan Tingfeng in unison—a clear signal:

You've been cuckolded.

Yan Tingfeng's pupils narrowed.

"Wait a moment." The young man gave her a cautious glance and quickly ran into the resting room behind, shouting, "Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, today's racing champion wants to see you."

A hoarse voice replied with annoyance: "No, get lost."

"Well, although it's incredible that a girl won the race and even showcased the Blade Overtake, it's really nothing to you, Brother Jiang."

"Wait!" Jiang Xulin looked up, "A woman? Blade Overtake? Let her in, I'll see her."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Wanlan was respectfully led into the resting room by the young man.

The door to the resting room closed, sealing off the outside world.

Only then did Fang Qingye's car reach the finish line; he quickly got out and asked, "Where's that woman? Did she run off?"

To trump him in the race and show off such crazy skills, wasn't it all to catch his attention?

And she didn't even wait for him?

Someone stammered a reply: "She, she's been taken away by Brother Jiang."

"Jiang Xulin?" Fang Qingye narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Fine, I'll come another day."

He glanced at Yan Tingfeng and left with a cold face.

"Brother Yan!" A young man came over, "If you don't mind, could you send that driving girl over to entertain me... Argh—!"

Before he could finish, a scream of agony erupted.

Yan Tingfeng clenched the young man's throat, blood flowing down his fingertips, his voice, however, was extremely gentle: "She's mine, got it?"

The corners of those phoenix eyes were gently curved, like a crescent moon, casting a cold light.

The young man looked terrified, as though a cold serpent had wrapped around his heart.

He couldn't understand how this man had suddenly gone mad!

Yan Tingfeng stopped smiling and said coldly, "Go away."

The young man ran off, scrambling and stumbling.

Yan Tingfeng leaned against a tree; his long white hair bathed in the moonlight, merging with the surrounding landscape.

He meticulously wiped the blood off his hands, silent and wordless.

**

Inside the resting room, Ye Wanlan finally took off her helmet.

Jiang Xulin obviously recognized that face, a bit surprised.

Ye Wanlan sat down across from him, nodding her head: "Hello."

"Ye Wanlan?" Jiang Xulin's smile was ambiguous, "I know you, Sheng Yunyi's stand-in. It's well-known around Jiang Circle. Are you here today for Zhou Hechen to ask me for a favor?"

Ye Wanlan's expression remained unchanged: "It's me who's here to talk business with you."

"You want to talk business with me?" Jiang Xulin casually crossed his legs, "What do you have that's worth my collaboration? Oh, racing champion? Don't think that just because you're the racing champion, I'll be impressed. I know a few female racers who are better than you, with world rankings."

Ye Wanlan spoke slowly: "Jiang Xulin, twenty-six years old, from South City. You moved to Jiangcheng to study when you were fifteen, and your parents are the Successors of Su embroidery."

Jiang Xulin's smile tightened slightly but he still joked nonchalantly, "Mhm, not bad, you're checking up on me. But you think this is some secret? Sorry, everyone who knows me is aware of this."

"Five years ago, your parents died in a car accident, confirmed to be a homicide, but the police have yet to find the culprit. You were embroidering at the time; when you heard the news, you had a strong stress reaction and since then haven't been able to touch a needle." Ye Wanlan's face was expressionless, "You came to Jiangcheng because the murderer's trail ended here. Too bad, after five years of searching, you've found nothing."

Lastly, she extended her hand, tapping on the table, and smiled, "I will cure your condition and help you find the person who killed your parents. In return, you join my company. That's the deal I want to discuss."

Jiang Xulin's smile vanished instantly: "Who, are, you?!"