She had things to do that evening, and seeing that her younger sister refused without hesitation, Beifeng didn't press the matter, and gently smoothed Beijing's hair.

"What would you like to eat? I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make it for you."

Aunt Zhang, standing to the side, said with a kind smile, "Yes, Miss, just tell me what you'd like to eat, and I'll make it for you."

Her young lady is so thin! Every time she sees her eating, she starts to doubt her own cooking skills.

Bei Jing shook his head. "I'm full. I'm going upstairs to sleep. Goodnight, brother."

"Go on, goodnight." North Wind finally gave up struggling. Thinking about leaving for country X tomorrow to handle some business, North Wind's head throbbed even more.

Back in his room, Bei Jing sprawled out on the soft bed, eyes closed.

Only when she heard the sound of a car engine did she slowly open her eyes, pick up the phone beside her, and dial a number.

"Pick me up at the usual place in ten minutes."

"Alright!" A cheerful male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Bei Jing got up, locked the door, opened the wardrobe, grabbed a coat and put it on, then tied her hair into a neat ponytail.

She went to the window, pulled down the curtain cord, which she had modified.

Automatically retractable, unlimited length, load capacity up to 200 kg.

Her room's window faced the maple tree in her family's garden, planted by the North Wind himself, and it was the North Wind's favorite tree.

Even if you beat Beifeng to death, he probably never imagined that his beloved would become his little sister's biggest accomplice in sneaking out every time.

Bei Jing climbed the tree and left the Bei family's house easily. The Bei family's wall wasn't high, only three meters, which was a piece of cake for Bei Jing.

Two or three meters away, a dark blue Lamborghini was parked on the side of the road, and a blond-haired, sunny-looking boy was leaning against the car.

Upon seeing Beijing, he exaggeratedly whistled, "Little Jingjing, your skills are getting better and better!"

Bei Jing didn't say anything, and easily got into the passenger seat.

Gu Xudong was unsurprised by this, and started the car, heading towards Kyoto's largest racing club.

Inside the sports car club, young men and women were having a lively time, their shouts and laughter filling the air.

As soon as Gu Xudong's car drove in, everyone's eyes were drawn to the Lamborghini.

The car door opened, and the two appeared one after the other. The scene fell silent for a second.

Immediately, an explosion erupted: "Brother Jing is here!"

"Quick, quick, open Brother Jing's garage door!"

"Jing-ge? Is that the guy? He's handsome! Who's the girl next to him? Is she his girlfriend?"

A newcomer to the club, looking bewildered, asked his friend...

He was slapped on the back of the head by his friend, who said, "How dare you talk like that? That woman is Brother Jing, and that man is Brother Xu."

The newlyweds, who had been photographed, stared blankly at the cute-looking girl.

...Can someone tell him why such a cute girl calls him "brother"??

"Are you curious why Brother Jing is called 'Brother'?" His friend seemed to sense his confusion.

The newcomer nodded, while her friend smiled bewilderedly, saying, "You'll see in a bit."

When he first arrived, he was completely bewildered. Although Jing Ge is 1.7 meters tall, he's really cute.

She doesn't have the typical "internet celebrity" or "lolita" face; she's a classic beauty from the East.

Such a delicate beauty shouldn't be called "brother" by a bunch of grown men.

Until he witnessed Brother Jing's driving skills and fighting prowess, he almost knelt down on the spot.

Brother Jing, no exaggeration, he's a real big brother!