Chapter 94

Chapter 94 - 94 092 Xie Shang completely surrenders and submits Chapter 94: 092: Xie Shang completely surrenders and submits. Chapter 94: 092: Xie Shang completely surrenders and submits. Xie Shang raised his hand, and Wen Changling this time saw clearly, it was sign language.

[Come down]

She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked down.

She had never seen Xie Shang in his racing suit before, which was very dazzling and made it impossible to look away.

“Xie Shang,” she was the first to speak, “did you lose?”

The spot where Xie Shang stood was a safety zone. Between him and Wen Changling was a half-person-high protective wall.

Because he had stopped mid-race, a succession of racing cars whizzed past on the adjacent track, the roar of their engines ebbing and flowing. On the electronic display, the ranking of Ji was tumbling down continuously.

The Season God had fallen from his pedestal.

He didn’t seem to care at all, only looking at Wen Changling: “Why are you here?”

“Mr. Gu said you were here, I came to find you.”

“What for?”

“I couldn’t reach you.” Wen Changling was uncertain, her tone probing, “Xie Shang, do you want to break up with me?”

Xie Shang did not deny it.

Wen Changling’s uncertainty became slightly more certain, so she began to self-analyze, considerately coming up with reasons for Xie Shang to break up with her: “I can understand, I’m not pretty, and I have a bad temper. It’s normal for you to want to break up, but I think you should say it to my face at least.”

Not making a scene, Miss Wen really has a good temper, talking about breaking up so effortlessly.

Xie Shang said nothing, and his gaze was calm, but anyone could see that he was restraining his emotions, with a turbulent storm hidden beneath the calm.

Without getting a response, Wen Changling lowered her head in disappointment: “I understand.” If breaking up, she would be a qualified ex, “I won’t cling to you.”

She turned around, and just as her shoulder had moved aside, Xie Shang grabbed her.

She looked at Xie Shang.

He made a sign with one hand towards the organizing committee.

It was probably a racing term, Wen Changling didn’t understand: “What are you doing?”

He held Wen Changling’s wrist, unconsciously gripping hard, very hard: “I give up.”

That was the rule of Wangbei Mountain, the mountainous race track was treacherous, and racers could forfeit and concede defeat at any section of the route.

His name, and his representing number 04, at this moment, completely disappeared from the display. Some people began to cheer, and then more and more people joined in.

The unbeatable Season God had lost with odds of one to a hundred.

Those thrill-seeking fans who bet on high odds would receive the roses of Season God’s concession, such a turnaround was worth a celebration.

For a time, countless eyes fell on Wen Changling, wanting to see who it was that caused the would-be champion racer to concede defeat for nothing.

“Did you lose?” Wen Changling looked up at the display screen, where the number 04 was no longer visible.

“Yeah, I lost.”

Her hand was gripped so tightly that it turned red.

Xie Shang was massaging that spot, not bothering with anything else or anyone else.

“Then I won.” Wen Changling knew that Xie Shang’s holding onto her meant they wouldn’t break up, and she was quite happy about it, “I bet on number 04 to lose, the odds were one to a hundred, I’ve won a lot of roses.”

Miss Wen, you’ve won more than just roses.

Xie Shang let go of her hand: “It’s too noisy here, your ears will get uncomfortable if you stay too long. Wait for me at the exit.”

“And you?”

Xie Shang had already withdrawn from the race and didn’t need to return to the track.

“I have to wrap things up.” Even though it was a charity event, since he conceded defeat voluntarily with such high odds, he couldn’t just let the organizers and sponsors foot the bill.

Xie Shang stood watching until Wen Changling had left the grandstand, then went over to the committee.

The person in charge of this charity race was a friend Xie Shang had made while car playing, the friend had seen the whole commotion: “What’s going on, Xie Shang?”

“There was a little issue.”

“We all saw it, that person just now, your girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

The friend joked: “You didn’t need to withdraw from the race just because your girlfriend came.” It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a charity event for entertainment, winning or losing wasn’t that important, but it did tarnish the Season God’s reputation.

“To avoid being distracted,” Xie Shang answered like that.

Over the week, Xie Shang had tried many methods – deep-sea, sky-high, off-roading, rapid descending – he had pushed his heart to the limit but hadn’t managed to break Miss Wen’s curse.

He went to Lileitu, and sat there all night where Xie Qingze’s ashes were scattered, yet he had nothing to say.

*****

Wen Changling ran into the lady in the black spaghetti strap dress again at the exit, each of them clutching a large bouquet of red roses. With odds of one hundred to one, ten bets could exchange for a hundred roses.

The two young women looked at each other without a word, slightly embarrassed.

“That...,” the lady in the black spaghetti strap dress felt somewhat ashamed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the Season God was your boyfriend.”

Wen Changling was very friendly, “It’s okay.”

The lady in the black spaghetti strap dress seemed to be waiting for someone, and it wasn’t quite comfortable just standing there, so she made small talk with Wen Changling, “Are you a racecar driver too?”

“No.”

“Then are you good at driving?”

Wen Changling touched her bangs, “I have trouble with parking.”

“That’s pretty good,” the lady in the black spaghetti strap dress said understandingly, trying to save face, “It’s quite complementary. My parents are like that too. My dad is one ninety, my mom is one fifty, and I’m the middle ground at one seventy.”

Wen Changling: “...”

Xie Shang came out.

He walked up to Wen Changling, “Let me help you with the flowers.”

“No need.”

She wanted to hold her spoils of victory herself.

Wen Changling held the flowers and sniffed them, nodded to the lady in the black spaghetti strap dress, and left with Xie Shang first.

Xie Shang’s car wasn’t parked far away, and he opened the door for Wen Changling.

She got into the passenger seat, “When did you learn sign language?”

“Recently, I picked it up from videos, nothing complex though.”

Wen Changling had many questions, “Will the money I won be donated?”

“Yes.”

“Then is there a certificate?”

Xie Shang got into the car and closed the window, “Yes.”

“When will the certificate—”

Xie Shang removed the roses and hugged Wen Changling.

He had been holding back the entire way.

He held her tightly, his head buried in her shoulder, eagerly and chaotically inhaling her scent, his voice slightly hoarse, “Have you missed me these days?”

“I have.”

Wen Changling raised her hand and obediently wrapped it around Xie Shang’s waist.

He was kissing her, her ear, and her neck, extremely impatient, not methodical at all, “Who said you were not pretty and had a bad personality?”

At this time, he still remembered that sentence.

Wen Changling felt a bit ticklish and dodged a bit, “I said it myself.”

Xie Shang slowed down, gradually calmed, and even his breath was hot, “Why are you so inaccurate about your own worth?”

“So am I pretty?”

Xie Shang lifted his eyes to look at her, “Hmm.”

“Is my personality good?”

“Hmm.”

Although she has a temper.

But he felt that Miss Wen should have a temper, didn’t need to be pleasant, didn’t need to be kind, didn’t need to be well-

behaved or bow to anyone.

Wen Changling tilted her head, leaned in close to look at him, trying to see right through him, “You’re so strange, cold one moment, passionate the next.”

Xie Shang’s response was, “Wen Changling, I’ve missed you a lot.”

He hugged her again.

“If you fell in love with someone, to what extent would you go for her?”

Miss Wen had asked him, “Could you betray your closest relatives for her?”

He could.

Starting from this moment, he would begin to betray Xie Qingze.