C42 â Is This Horse Serious?
Since returning from Walden Village, Lin Luqin had developed a habit: she would often find herself unconsciously checking her phone for updates on Zhao Yuegu.
Even at work, sheâd catch herself drifting off, lost in thought about him.
Her heart sank when she saw a photo of Zhao Yuegu on Everbreachâs street food strip, a girl nestled protectively in his arms.
ââWhy didnât you want to leave there?â
âWhy go to Everbreach after all?â
âYou could have at least called me.â
Lin Luqinâs emotions were a tangle of sweet and sour.
While she was fixated on her phone screen, a missed payment notification popped up, snapping her back to reality. She clicked on it, only to be bombarded with a slew of ads.
ââSo annoying.â
She was about to delete them all when an unfamiliar message caught her eye, buried among the promotions.
Zhao Yuegu, this is my number.
The date indicated it had been sent some time ago.
Lin Luqin covered her face, a small smile breaking through her frustration.
Seizing a moment of free time, she dialed Zhao Yueguâs number. To her relief, the call connected.
ââLin Luqin?â
The voice on the other end was a welcome surprise.
âHow did you know it was me?â
âI memorized your number. What made you call?â
âHmph, you had my contact information. Why didnât you call to let me know?â
âI tried, but couldnât get through, so I texted you.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âPeople use WeChat these days, who even texts anymore?â
They chatted for over ten minutes until her assistant interrupted, reminding her it was time to shoot. Reluctantly, she ended the call.
Meanwhile, Sun Ying had finished packing her luggage into the car.
âMy father seems to have run off to your village again.â
âIâve heard that some big shots from the capital are looking for you. The whole county is buzzing about it.â
Zhao Yuegu pondered for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
âItâs probably about the rapeseed issue. I wouldnât worry about it.â
âDo you know where to buy cows and horses?â
âI wouldnât know where to startâ¦â
Zhao Yuegu felt a twinge of regret.
They had tractors for sale, but what good would that do? Without enough fuel, it was pointless.
Raising a cow or a horse would make farming a breeze.
No need to constantly borrow one.
Though the villagers wouldnât mind lending one to him.
âHave your brother keep an eye out for me when heâs free.â
Zhao Yuegu, skeptical of the Qin familyâs good-for-nothing son, figured he might as well use Sun Yingâs help if it was free.
Whether it panned out was another matter.
It wasnât right to burden Sunâs father, who was already swamped, with buying livestock.
ââIâll ask him.â
Sun Ying was quick to phone, and soon enough, she got a response.
âMy brother doesnât know anyone selling cows, but he might know a place for horses. He sent me the address; itâs close to the county town.â
Zhao Yueguâs eyes sparkled with anticipation.
âLetâs go check it out.â
âPeople in the village might be waiting for you.â
âI canât let this trip go to waste.â
They followed the GPS and quickly reached the destination.
The sight of the vast racetrack and the dust kicked up by galloping hooves made Zhao Yueguâs lips twitch.
âThese are racehorses! Theyâre not cut out for farming!â
Sun Ying looked puzzled.
âArenât they all just horses?â
Zhao Yuegu was at a loss for words.
Could she really not see the difference?
Racehorses were bred for speed.
Farming required stamina.
Not to mention, farm horses needed to be trained from a young age.
These racetrack horses, raised to run, wouldnât know the first thing about tilling soil.
âWhat a rip-off.â
Zhao Yuegu realized he couldnât fault the Qin siblings for their lack of common sense.
City kids like them had no clue about farming.
âSince weâre here, might as well look around.â
âWith all these horses, there might be one that suits your needs.â
âAlright, letâs have a look.â Zhao Yuegu relented.
What man doesnât enjoy the thrill of riding?
Be it a motorcycle, a horse, or anything elseâ¦
Among the many international breeds at the racetrack, the horses were tall and majestic, albeit a bit too pampered.
In ancient times, they would have been hailed as the Heavenly Horses of the Western Regions, coveted and fought over by many.
Today, theyâre simply known as western horses.
Yet, itâs not middle-aged men tending to these horses, but a foreign woman with golden locks and sapphire eyes.
Thereâs a certain ânoble steed meets beautiful riderâ vibe about it.
He could see numerous female instructors and students sharing a ride, an air of worldly companionship about them, carefree and unrestrained.
This made Sun Ying blush.
She realized her brother had set her up.
This place hardly qualified as a legitimate racetrack.
It was merely masquerading as a stable, in reality, some sort of club.
âSeems like your brother is a regular here,â she remarked.
Sun Yingâs expression soured.
âHeâs always like this. Maybe we should just go.â
âWeâve already bought the tickets. Letâs stay a bit longer.â
The female coach who greeted them was strikingly beautiful, her attire crisp and efficient, her form-fitting clothes accentuating a flawless figure.
Removing her helmet to shake out her blonde hair, she exuded a dashing elegance.
Those who enjoyed horseback riding carried a distinct aura, incredibly appealing.
As the equestrian coach here, Zhang Xuan was in a league of her own, renowned nationwide.
She drew the admiration and pursuit of many horse enthusiasts.
Of course, some came to this stable solely to woo her.
If Zhao Yuegu hadnât been so strikingly handsome, his eyes brimming with a wild allure, she wouldnât have bothered to meet him personally.
And it certainly had nothing to do with him driving a Lamborghini!
âI notice youâre new here. Is this your first visit?â
âJust here to check out the horses.â
âLet me give you a tour.â
âThanks, that would be great.â
âOver here is the professional racing stable. The horses have a history of excellent performance in competitions.â
Zhao Yuegu was taken aback.
She made it sound so legitimate.
But really, who came here for that?
Was it Sun Yingâs presence that restrained the coachâs usual flair?
Curiosity swelled within Zhao Yuegu.
Next time, he resolved not to bring her along.
Zhang Xuanâs by-the-book rundown left Zhao Yuegu feeling somewhat let down.
He almost believed he had stumbled upon a genuine racetrack.
Before long, his attention was captured by a small black pony.
The pony, appearing to be around one year old, was jet-black except for its snow-white hooves.
It was quite the specimen!
What mattered most was that the pony was fed a basic diet, suggesting it wasnât costly.
Plus, given its young age, it could be trained for cart-pulling work.
âIs this one for sale?â
Zhao Yuegu eyed Zhang Xuan, his gaze conveying a hidden message.