The road leading out of Highway No. 2 suddenly became blocked. Xia Kelan found herself stuck in the middle of the road, unable to return for a long while. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to Su Wanwan. After reading it, Su Wanwan sighed helplessly, found a tree to lean against, and shifted her weight as much as possible to her left leg, trying to avoid putting more strain on her right foot, which hadn't fully healed yet. She watched the cars speeding by on the race track, thoughtfully stroking her chin as she carefully observed.
Finally, the car came to a stop. Li Beimo stepped out and walked toward Su Wanwan. As he got closer, he realized just how stunningly beautiful this woman was. Most strikingly... Li Beimo's gaze sharpened as it lingered on Su Wanwan's face. He easily recognized her identity. She was the Su Wanwan that Li Zhen had mentioned. In the video, she looked even more delicate, like an impeccable doll, her long, defined eyelashes, fair skin with a faint blush, and a face brimming with collagen—all unadorned, yet exuding an ethereal beauty.
Su Wanwan hadn't expected Li Beimo to approach suddenly. She froze for a moment, then raised her hand to greet him. "Hi."
Li Beimo's gaze politely shifted away, falling on her somewhat wobbly leg. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine," she replied.
Li Beimo nodded, then spoke bluntly, "You can borrow my car, but only on the condition that you stop staring at me."
"Ah?" Su Wanwan blinked in surprise, thinking, Could he possibly think I'm staring at him? She was clearly watching his driving skills…
"Don't overthink it," Li Beimo said. "I simply don't like being scrutinized with such sharp eyes."
Su Wanwan smiled faintly, "Haven't you participated in so many races? More people watch you in person at the events."
A hint of surprise flickered in Li Beimo's calm eyes. After a long pause, he suddenly asked, "Do you know me?"
Could Su Wanwan be one of his fans, someone who had paid attention to him?
Su Wanwan raised her phone, the screen paused on Li Beimo's profile, and she gave it a slight shake. "The event already used your name to hype up ticket sales."
Li Beimo, whose real name was North, was a renowned international racer, young and talented. He had broken records in the F1 racing circuit and held the fastest lap time in history. He had won seven consecutive races in a single season, making him the youngest and most formidable figure in racing, often hailed as the "Racing God" by his fans. F1, or Formula 1, was the premier racing competition in the world, one of the three major global sporting events.
However, just when everyone thought Li Beimo would continue to rise and conquer the highest peaks of racing, he quietly returned to his home country. With only two children in the Li family—Li Beimo and Li Zhen—he had been called back to inherit the family business.
Li Beimo's lips twitched slightly. These greedy capitalists, they never missed a chance to make money.
"Your car is beautiful. Can I touch it?" Su Wanwan asked, gazing at the race car parked behind him. She reached out her hand.
Li Beimo furrowed his brows and grabbed Su Wanwan's wrist, his voice laced with subtle annoyance. "I don't like people touching my car."
"Sorry," Su Wanwan quickly withdrew her hand, though her gaze remained intrigued by the car. This car was probably something Li Beimo had personally customized, sleek and cool—surely even girls who didn't know much about cars would be drawn to it.
"Please take your eyes off it," Li Beimo said, stepping to the side to block her view.
Su Wanwan paused, then couldn't help but laugh softly. "Alright, alright, I won't look anymore."
They say racers treat their cars like their own lives. Su Wanwan had known many racers before, but none like Li Beimo, who wouldn't even allow someone to look at his car.
"I still need to practice," Li Beimo said, his tone blunt. "Please stop staring at me."
"Your gaze makes me uncomfortable."
Li Beimo was unceremonious in his response, then turned and opened the car door.
Su Wanwan's clear voice drifted from behind him, "Good, I was too lazy to give you advice anyway."
Li Beimo paused, a faint smile playing on his lips as he turned around, his tall figure stretched long by the setting sun. He stood there, silhouetted against the light, his dark eyes reflecting a touch of irritation.
"Advice?"
"Miss, you really know how to talk big."
Su Wanwan stroked her chin, tapping her finger on the track's curves. "The bend where you overtook my friend wasn't very smooth, and you were a little slow off the start. If you had taken the inside line…"
Before Su Wanwan could finish, the man's expression visibly darkened.
"My business is none of your concern."
Bang! He slammed the car door and started the engine.
"Ugh... His temper is a bit much…" Li Beimo inhaled deeply inside the car. That overtake at the curve had been taught to him by a senior. Who did this woman think she was? Daring to say his senior was wrong? She really was as annoying as Li Zhen had warned.
Finally, Xia Kelan arrived back and handed Su Wanwan a cup of hot milk tea before walking over to Li Beimo with the remaining two cups. "Here."
She took a sip of her iced milk tea and squinted her eyes in satisfaction. "How's your conversation with my friend?"
Li Beimo leisurely took a sip from his straw. "I really don't like outsiders giving me advice."
"Ah?" Xia Kelan blinked in confusion. "Outsiders? Who are you referring to?"
Li Beimo glanced toward Su Wanwan in the distance.
"Pfft…" Xia Kelan nearly spat out her milk tea in surprise. She laughed, "If she's an outsider, then none of us even qualify as beginners! Even I've learned some racing techniques from Su Wanwan. You can imagine how skilled she is in this area."
"I really can't stand women who think they know it all," Li Beimo muttered, setting his fruit tea aside before driving off.
Xia Kelan's lips twitched. "Self-righteous? Are you talking about Wanwan? I've never seen a more low-key powerhouse than her!"
Xia Kelan quickly ran to Su Wanwan to ask what had happened. After hearing the full story, she couldn't help but comment, "Who's the one who thinks they know it all? He had such an attitude after a friendly reminder... Should've known better than to give him the fruit tea. What a waste of my money."
"Let's go, let's go. Let's take another road to practice!" Su Wanwan lazily responded, climbing into Xia Kelan's car. Xia Kelan immediately drove toward the nearest alternative road.