Chapter 44, The Red Ferrari

"you!!!"

Wen's father was speechless, and raised his hand to slap her face, but was stopped by Wen's mother.

The living room was suddenly filled only with Wen's mother's sobs.

Wen Hanyun stood there, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, and a chill ran from her head to her toes.

She stopped arguing with her parents, turned around, went into her room, locked the door, and jumped into bed.

The room, uninhabited for so long, exuded a unique atmosphere; even the pillows felt somewhat cold.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, drawing attention in the dimly lit room.

I picked up my phone and saw a message from Yansheng: [How's it going? When are you coming back for dinner?]

She stared blankly at the message, lost in thought, until her phone suddenly rang.

It was Yansheng who called.

She sniffed and answered the phone, "Hello."

"What's wrong?"

Hearing that she didn't answer, Yan Sheng's voice unconsciously became a little anxious, "Has something happened?"

Despite the distance and the cold screen separating them, Wen Hanyun could imagine the worried look on the man's face on the other end of the phone.

She forced back a sob, not daring to tell the truth, and only mumbled, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

"At home?" Yan Sheng immediately guessed her location. "Wait a moment, I'll come pick you up."

Half an hour later, the sound of car horns came from downstairs in Wenlou.

She washed her face, tiptoed through the already darkened living room, and got into Yansheng's car.

The lights were off in the carriage, and he didn't ask her what had happened. He simply handed her a bottle of hot milk and started the car.

"I'll take you to a place where you can forget your troubles."

The largest racetrack in City A, located on the outskirts of the city.

Even though most of the city is asleep, this place remains brightly lit.

Sports cars from different brands lined up in a long queue, making it even more spectacular than an international auto show.

Besides the cars that came to participate in the competition, there were also all sorts of spectators. The men and women here were all very enthusiastic, as if they were immersed in a grand social gathering.

At the starting line of the track, the vehicles for the final round of the race have been gradually taking their places.

On the stage, the newly appointed manager took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time.

"Boss, didn't you say you were going to add someone at the last minute? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Don't worry, that's our VIC. Big shots always make their grand entrance last, we can wait." The organizer patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "Besides, he's never been late."

The car drove out of the city and headed towards the suburbs, eventually entering an underground parking garage.

Yansheng found a remote control, and with a "beep", the roller shutter door opened upwards, revealing a red Ferrari, its paint gleaming coldly in the night.

What are we doing here?

Wen Hanyun looked somewhat bewildered.

Based on her understanding of Yansheng, such an extravagant racing car model should not be within his range of choices for a vehicle.

Do you trust me?

Yansheng got into the car, handed her a helmet, and adjusted the height of the neck brace for her.

"believe."

Wen Hanyun took it, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

There was one last gap on the track, and all the cars were waiting for the starting gun.

At that moment, a bright red Ferrari drove into the track at a steady speed.

Both contestants and spectators were involuntarily drawn to it.

The car window rolled down, and a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from inside.

He waved a silver check-in card between his fingers, and a staff member immediately stepped forward, took the card, swiped it on the check-in machine, and then respectfully handed it back with both hands.

The car window slowly rolled up again.

Throughout the process, the car slowly slid into the track and stopped precisely in the only empty space in front of the starting line.

Lane 3 is ready.

While everyone was excitedly anticipating the start of the competition, only the organizer squinted his eyes.

Through the car window, he thought he could see someone in the passenger seat of car number 3.

Or is she a woman?

There are quite a few men who drive sports cars and take women for a spin.

But this is a race car, and the people next to you must have complete trust in the driver. Even the slightest negative emotion could affect the driver's judgment.

Similarly, once you get on the racetrack, it means that the passenger in the front seat will have to bear the same risks as the driver, and not many people are willing to entrust their lives to others.

As the countdown began, a series of deep rumbles sounded.

At the sound of the gunshot, the nine sports cars were launched almost side by side.

The guardrails on both sides of the track rushed past, and Wen Hanyun was initially a little nervous as she listened to the roar of the engines.

But looking at Yan Sheng's sharp and focused expression, she suddenly felt the weight in her heart lift.

The car's speed kept increasing, and the red Ferrari swept through the area with ease like a burning flame, overtaking one race car after another. Wen Hanyun's attention was completely focused on this exciting race.

After two consecutive bends, the finish line is in sight.

With the accelerator floored, car number 3 takes first place!

The announcement of the champion's victory and the speed record instantly spread throughout the entire stadium. The host excitedly introduced that this was the car owner's seventh consecutive successful title defense.

Yansheng drove the car back to the starting point of the track, turned off the engine, and turned around.

Seeing the smile that unconsciously crept onto her lips, he leaned closer and pinched her cheek, which was flushed with excitement.

The competition was basically over, and some enthusiastic spectators had already climbed over the railings and crowded around the car, wanting to get a clear look at the champion inside.

Yan Sheng frowned, turned the steering wheel twice, and sped away with a beautiful drift.

He parked the car back at the rest area, got out, opened her car door, took off her helmet, and wiped the sweat from her face: "Was that fun? Feeling better now?"

Wen Hanyun nodded, her eyes reddening again. She threw herself into his arms, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances, but didn't know where to begin.

"Yan Sheng..."

Yansheng tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, gently comforting her.

"Hanyun, I understand..."

"Everyone has the right to pursue their dreams. Your job is your own, and your life is your own. No one can make decisions for you."

He reached out and gently tidied her messy hair. "Don't be afraid, having me is enough for you."

Wen Hanyun buried her face in his chest, deeply inhaling the pleasant scent, and her nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed.

Yan Sheng tossed the key to a staff member and led her through an internal passage to the outside.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​bringing me to the race?" Wen Hanyun looked up, her eyes still red, but she seemed much happier.

Yan Sheng reached out and rubbed her head.

“When I was in a bad mood, I would come here and run a few laps. The speed could make me forget my troubles for a while.”