Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key - Chapter 44
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Chapter 44: Racing (2)
The young man leading them was called Xu Shuai. Tonight, he had called his friends here to race.
Tonight’s champion prize was a white Shelby SuperCars (SSC) resting on the racetrack podium. It was worth 100 million yuan and was purchased through the combined efforts of these wealthy people.
This prize was the largest amount of money that their social circle could spend.
At the start of the race, Xu Shuai lost to a female racer who had been invited by a guy named Lin Yi.
“Lin Yi, you’re shameless! How could you get a woman to race for you!”
The female racer who stepped out of the race car was a long-haired beauty.
Lin Yi was sitting to the side and smoking.
He grinned and said, “If you have the skill, you can also get a woman to help you race.”
Xu Shuai and Lin Yi insulted each other for a while before the former came over to sit by Fu Tingyuan.
In a gloomy voice, he said, “Heck, that was the first round and I already lost!”
Xu Shuai had been racing for quite a while already and had not expected to lose to a woman in the first race. This was a blow to his ego.
“She’s a professional,” remarked Luo Nanchu. “How can you, a hobbyist, beat her?”
She raised her eyes and watched a few race cars hotly pursuing the woman’s car.
Smirking, Luo Nanchu continued, “Seems like that SSC will be your friend’s tonight.”
Fu Tingyuan leaned back in his chair. Upon hearing these words, he turned to look at Luo Nanchu.
She was smiling indifferently.
The second round concluded with the female racer winning as well.
“Hey.” Luo Nanchu patted Xu Shuai’s shoulder.
Xu Shuai turned around and was dazed when he realized that it was Luo Nanchu. He instinctively turned to look at Fu Tingyuan’s face.
He didn’t know if his gut feeling was wrong, but his friend seemed to be especially chilly today.
It made the air around them feel much colder.
“Do you want to win?” Luo Nanchu asked with a smile.
“Do you have a way for me to win?”
Luo Nanchu nodded and replied, “Yeah, but what will you give me if you win?”
“Do you want that car as well?”
Luo Nanchu grinned and offered, “I’ll give you the car, but you have to give me 10 thousand yuan. Deal?”
Xu Shuai’s eyes lit up and he exclaimed, “If you really bag a win for me, I’ll not only give you 10 thousand yuan—I can even give you a million yuan!”
The car itself was worth a 100 million yuan.
Fu Tingyuan’s face darkened. He wrapped an arm around Nanchu’s waist and held her tightly.
Knitting his brows, he said, “Stop fooling around.”
Luo Nanchu turned around and smirked at him. “Nanchu is being self-reliant and getting her own money since Mr. Fu doesn’t want to lend Nanchu money. Why is Mr. Fu acting so domineering?”
Fu Tingyuan’s gaze fell onto her face, and he raised a hand to touch it.
“How are you going to secure a win for him?” he asked.
Luo Nanchu stood up and said to Xu Shuai, “Let me race the next round.”
“You?” Xu Shuai was stunned.
“You’re going to lose anyway, so does it make any difference whether you race or I race? If I can help you win, you will give me 10 thousand yuan. If I lose, mm… well, you were going to lose anyway.” Luo Nanchu played with the hair that fell by her bosom and smiled deeply.
Xu Shuai was speechless.
In the end, he gnashed his teeth and said, “Sure!”
He was willing to try anything in such a desperate situation. He didn’t want to go up again just to embarrass himself, and it didn’t feel good to be effortlessly left in the dust for an entire circuit.
Luo Nanchu turned her gaze toward Fu Tingyuan and said charmingly, “Mr. Fu, I’m about to go race. Will you let me?”
Fu Tingyuan’s gaze was incomprehensible as he stared at her for a while. Suddenly, he smiled gently and kissed her hand.
“Be careful,” he said tenderly.
Currently, Luo Nanchu’s greatest fear was this particular smile of his. It made her feel chilly all over.
She retracted her hand and excitedly headed to the racetrack.
Beside Fu Tingyuan, Xu Shuai watched Luo Nanchu’s silhouette.
Smiling, he commented, “President Fu, that was very affectionate of you.”
Fu Tingyuan shot a look at him.
Xu Shuai couldn’t help but shiver from the chill.
Hm? Did he say something wrong?