Chapter 411: 190 Unrivalled Beauty (Second watch)
Translator: 549690339
A black Santana drove through the aisle between two equestrian fields and stopped in the parking lot.
Liu Yuerong was just leading her horse over when she saw her boyfriend staring straight at something.
She followed his gaze.
In the bright sunlight, a girl in white just got out of the car, her dress ethereal and elegant, holy and immortal.
The girlâs figure was slender and tall, and even her distant silhouette exuded endless softness and charm.
The girl brushed her skirt lightly with her hand, making a simple movement seem incredibly elegant and noble.
Then she turned around and left under the respectful guidance of the waiter.
Until her figure disappeared, Peng Jie was still a little stupefied.
A hint of jealousy flashed through Liu Yuerongâs eyes, and she waved her hand in front of Peng Jie: âIs she beautiful?â
âBeautiful...â Realizing he said the wrong thing, Peng Jie quickly changed his tune: âNot beautiful, nowhere near as beautiful as you.â
Liu Yuerong snorted, âDonât lie to me, your eyes were wide open just now.â
âI was...â The manâs eyes shifted, âI was blinded by the wind and sand. No one in the world is more beautiful than my Yuerong. Donât be angry, Iâll teach you to ride a horse...â
Peng Jieâs family company was facing a financial crisis and urgently needed to marry Liu Yuerong to survive. Now, even if a fairy stood in front of him, he had to please this girl first.
Fortunately, Liu Yuerongâs aunt had recently fallen head over heels for a security guard, angering the elders of the Liu family. Afraid Liu Yuerong would follow her auntâs example, they tried to set her up with Peng Jie. Compared to a security guard, Peng Jie was a much better match, especially because he was handsome. It took only a little effort to make Liu Yuerong fall for him completely.
Liu Yuerongâs face was delicate, but her jealousy surged at the thought of the white figure.
Daring to seduce her boyfriend, she was simply courting death.
Liu Yuerong whipped the horseâs belly, and it immediately leaped forward. Liu Yuerong burst into laughter.
Peng Jie quickly followed on his horse: âYuerong, slow down...â
Ming Jing changed into her riding outfit and walked out of the changing room. Zhao Qin was standing in front of a mirror, tying her hair up in a high ponytail. She saw Ming Jingâs reflection in the mirror and raised an eyebrow: âPeople rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles. Wearing white every day, people might think youâre in mourning, only at the equestrian club do we see you wear other colors.â
Ming Jing wore a red riding suit, tall boots, her figure slender and dashing, her face even more radiant and beautiful, like a blooming spider lily, swaying with the ultimate allure.
Yet her eyebrows and eyes were so gentle and compassionate, it gave her a mysterious feeling that made people want to explore further and become increasingly fascinated.
They knew it was a deadly abyss, but they still rushed in without hesitation.
Zhao Qin stared at Ming Jingâs indifferent face, lost in thought.
Ming Jing was the most dangerous kind of person because she was beautiful but unaware of it. She didnât know that her every frown, every smile, every movement was the deadliest weapon, killing without a trace.
Ming Jing turned to leave, but Zhao Qin immediately followed and asked tentatively, âIf you donât like Qu Feitai, does that mean you already have someone in your heart?â
She watched closely for any changes in Ming Jingâs expression. Ming Jing gave a sly smile and glanced at her, âWhat are you trying to say?â
It seemed as if those eyes could see right through her every move. Zhao Qin was a little flustered and quickly tried to brush it off: âI was just asking.â
âI donât have anyone in my heart.â
Zhao Qin knew Ming Jing well; when she said something, she meant it.
Relieved, Zhao Qin thought to herself that there was still a chance if Ming Jing only had a crush.
Since Ming Jingâs last encounter with Violent Wind, the horse wouldnât let anyone else touch it â even the horse trainer was not allowed.
Han Cheng didnât believe it last time, so he insisted on riding Violent Wind, only to be kicked into the hospital, reportedly with two broken ribs.
As Ming Jing entered the stables, the originally temperamental Violent Wind picked up on her scent, and immediately raised its front hooves and neighed joyfully. Anyone could hear the happiness in its neighs.
Yang Shuai commented from the side: âViolent Wind is very spiritual. When Ms. Zhu is not here, it doesnât allow anyone to touch it and has no energy. When she comes, itâs instantly lively. Itâs amazing.â
Ming Jing went over to pat Violent Windâs back. It pressed its head against her chest, appearing very gentle. Yang Shuai marveled at the sight; who would have thought that this was a horse capable of kicking the best horse trainer into the hospital?
âHave you been waiting for me?â Ming Jing asked softly.
Violent Wind exhaled hot air through its nostrils, seemingly responding.
Ming Jing smiled and, with a swift movement, gracefully mounted the horse. She bent over, lightly patted Violent Wind on the side of its face, straightened up, and pulled the reins. With a deafening neigh, the horseâs hooves were raised high.
The maiden sat straight on the horseâs back, her cold eyes suddenly becoming sharp as a sword.
With a softbattle cry, like an arrow piercing through the air, her voice penetrated eardrums and stabbed at hearts.
âViolent Wind, letâs go.â
Violent Wind leaped with its front hooves and effortlessly jumped over the fence of the stable. In an instant, it was like a bird freed from its cage, soaring freely into the sky, and the horse galloped at full speed, turning into a small black dot in the blink of an eye.
âDrive...!â There was another battle cry, and as Yang Shuai turned his head, Zhao Qin shouted, âWait for me!â and chased after them on her horse.
The sun was shining brightly, and the autumn breeze was refreshing.
Yang Shuai sighed: âHow glorious it is to ride the wind with such vigor...â.
The figures of these two peerless ladies galloping freely on the horse track were dazzling and unparalleled.
Especially Ms.Zhu, who was impossible to describe with mere words.
Outside the racecourse, she was attired in white, ethereal and otherworldly.
When on a horse, she was clad in red equestrian attire, passionate as fire, and even the fiercest horse willingly submitted to her.
What masterful work of art was used by the heavens to create such an extraordinarily enchanting woman?