While cheers erupted all around, a few corners remained conspicuously silent. Ye Nan stared in stunned disbelief at the woman standing on the racetrack. She carried herself with understated grace, unassuming and modest. Were it not for the roaring racecars beside her, no one would imagine such a seemingly fragile woman possessed such formidable prowess. Yet, he had cruelly pushed away the extraordinary Su Wanwan.
If the grand piano performance had filled Ye Nan with bitter regret, this time he was overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness—a desolation that seeped from the very depths of his heart. He truly embodied that famous saying: once presented with sincere love, he failed to cherish it, only to be consumed by regret once it was lost.
Ye Nan watched helplessly as Fu Liangmu, his face ravaged and broken, cradled a large bouquet of roses and calmly descended from the main stand. He placed the flowers in Su Wanwan's hands and embraced her openly before the eyes of all.
Jealous flames blazed fiercely in Ye Nan's eyes. How could such a man deserve to stand beside Su Wanwan? The one worthy of her side was clearly himself—Ye Nan!
"Congratulations," Su Wanwan smiled faintly, lightly patting his back, her voice laced with teasing warmth. "Where did you get the roses?"
"Seeing you compete, I had someone prepare them," Fu Liangmu replied softly, inhaling the faint fragrance she wore.
"If I ended up last, and you still sent me flowers, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?" Su Wanwan teased.
Fu Liangmu gently released her and patiently smoothed her wind-tousled hair with his large, well-defined hands.
"But I believed you would win," she said, the corner of her beautiful eyes lifting slightly.
"Mr. Fu, when did you start trusting me so much… hmm!" Before she could finish, Fu Liangmu had already wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her without hesitation.
Drones playfully circled them, capturing every angle, as if afraid the audience might miss this moment.
"Ahhh! Let go of my goddess!"
"Fu, fight me! Let me have three moves first!"
Nearby, Li Beimo watched the embracing couple silently before walking away without a word.
Soon, the organizers called everyone backstage for a brief thirty-minute rest. As for Zhang Liang, he was immediately disqualified and unceremoniously ejected along with his belongings.
Su Wanwan found a seat, took a few sips of warm water, and pressed her sore lower back. A shadow fell over her.
She looked up. "Mr. Li, is there something you need?"
Before Li Beimo could speak, Xia Kelan swiftly stepped between them, crossing her arms.
"Hey now, a real man doesn't lose gracefully."
"You made a bet with Wanwan, and everyone heard it," Li Beimo said calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.
"You won," Su Wanwan said, a slight smile on her red lips.
"I lost fair and square," Li Beimo replied with equal grace.
Su Wanwan admired his sportsmanship—someone who could both win and lose without malice or humiliation.
"You originally wanted to touch my car."
"But I can give you that car," Xia Kelan's eyes gleamed mischievously as she sized him up.
"What are you up to?"
"You're really that generous?"
Li Beimo answered plainly, "I have one condition."
Xia Kelan rolled her eyes. "Tch, I knew it! Wanwan, don't agree—watch out for his tricks!"
Su Wanwan remained composed. "Speak."
Xia Kelan fell silent, invisible for the moment.
"I want to trade my car for the diamond necklace awarded to the champion."
"By value, they're roughly equivalent."
"But I won't take advantage of you; you can make one more request," Li Beimo offered.
Su Wanwan replied coolly, "No need, if you want it, it's yours."
Li Beimo braced himself for a steep demand, but...
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" Not everyone earned such a concession.
Su Wanwan eyed him suspiciously from head to toe. "Don't be cheap and then act all innocent. Remember to give me the keys."
Li Beimo immediately offered both hands.
Satisfied, Su Wanwan slipped them into her bag.
Li Beimo took a few steps before pausing, glancing back at her.
"I'm a little regretful," he said.
"Last time on Highway 2, I should've let you guide me."
With that, he walked away.
Xia Kelan grimaced at his retreating figure. "Wanwan, why did you agree? I liked that necklace too! Hmph, you won't even share with me—so annoying!"
Su Wanwan pulled out her phone and showed her the photo.
"See? Aside from that small diamond being a bit pricey, how does it compare to my design?"
"If you like, you can pick any jewelry I've made."
Xia Kelan glanced at it—indeed rather plain—but still felt reluctant.
"In any case, that Li Beimo fellow is such a pest."
Su Wanwan stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Actually, I think he's quite honest, straightforward, and not the scheming type."
Xia Kelan murmured an acknowledgment.
Su Wanwan rose. "Let's go. Xie Cheng and the others have probably been waiting ages."
"And I have some accounts to settle with Fu Ziyang," she added.
Thus, none of the top three appeared at the awards ceremony.
Online, Su Wanwan's name dominated trending searches: #SuWanwanLive, #SuWanwanWedding, #WhoIsSuWanwan'sHusband, #SuWanwanRacing, #SuWanwanDefeatsCarGodNorth, #EpicRacefaceoff.
Suddenly, her name exploded across the internet, igniting the racing community and drawing countless car enthusiasts eager to learn more.
"Isn't she that talented pianist girl?"
"My mom asked why I was kneeling watching the video!"
"Hahaha, we should've set up ten drones for our Wan sister earlier!"
"Wait, she married Fu Liangmu—the talk of West City!"
"As a Wanwan fan, I'm torn between wanting to see her play piano and watch her race…"
"Others' 22nd year versus mine (lying in bed eating and sleeping)…"
As Su Wanwan and Xia Kelan prepared to meet Fu Liangmu, a man in a suit blocked their way and handed over a golden business card.
"Miss Su, I'm a top agent at Lingchen Entertainment Agency."
"Would you be interested in becoming one of our artists?"
"With your current popularity, a little polish and a couple of dramas would make you an instant star!"
Su Wanwan refused without hesitation. "No, thank you."
The agent was taken aback. "Why not?"
Su Wanwan's expression turned serious.
"Because…"
"I believe I'm already famous enough."
The agent was speechless.