Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Su Ting gave Ye Xiuming his first adult gift...
Ye Huaian took Ye Xiuming away.
Su Ting leaned against the bed with a gloomy face, not even caring about his clothes. Zhou Xubai found a white shirt for him to put on, saying softly, "Put it on. It's dawn, and there's a lot of things to deal with at the company."
Su Ting said: "Those people in the western suburbs, the company, and the hospital... I don't want to care about them anymore."
Zhou Xubai half-jokingly said, "Then I can do whatever I want."
"Even if you keep Feihe in your pocket, I won't say no." Su Ting felt a little disappointed. "It seems like everything is meaningless now."
Zhou Xubai couldn't bear to see him fall so low. He said, "Wen Yanyu's scheme has been exposed, and the cancer patient's situation has been resolved. With Xiao Ye's two hundred million, the West Suburbs can proceed smoothly. It's far from time to be discouraged."
Su Ting looked up at him: "You know what I'm saying is meaningless."
"Why didn't I realize you were such an emotional person before?" Zhou Xubai put his shirt on. "Aren't you the coldest and most emotionless person? Little Leaf's power is only that much."
Su Ting recounted every event that happened after his reunion with Ye Xiuming, admitting that Ye Xiuming was indeed his adrenaline, and every moment with him was filled with uncertainty and unknowns.
It felt almost obsessive.
But as Ye Huaian said, it was the process of raising Ye Xiuming that made it so unrealistic to enjoy his adulthood.
Everything is just like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror.
"Those few photos didn't bring back any bad memories for me, but it was a disaster when he took Xiuming away."
"Then I'll call the police!" Zhou Xubai said foolishly.
"That's his biological father, a true blood relative. Even if he had to choose a side, he would choose his father, whose blood is thicker than water. Zhou Xubai, I need to go out for some fresh air. Please help me keep an eye on Feihe."
Zhou Xubai knew that he would have to look after his house miserably again, so he said helplessly, "Where do you want to go this time?"
"As long as it's not Jincheng, anywhere will do."
The first gift Su Ting gave to Ye Xiuming as an adult was still a farewell.
Ye Xiuming looked at the call that could never be connected and the empty dialog box. His anger was all in his mouth, and he didn't give Ye Huaian a good look.
After Ye Huaian cooked for him personally, Ye Xiuming's heart softened a little. Thinking of his childhood before the age of eleven, he choked up.
"You seem to have never cooked for me."
"I was too busy with business before and neglected you. It was my fault." Ye Huaian brought the steamed sea bass and placed it in the center of the dining table. He said, "The nanny said before that you liked this dish the most, so that's why you are so smart."
Ye Xiuming nodded, then shook his head. "Actually, I don't like the taste of fish. The babysitter is just being lazy. Dad, you can be deceived sometimes too."
"Do you hate your father? He threw you on the street and left without even looking back."
Ye Xiuming thought about the cause and effect and said, "If you hadn't thrown me away, I wouldn't have met Su Ting, so why should I hate you?"
"He's your adoptive father. For our relationship to develop into what it is now, he has a greater responsibility and is even more shameless. That's why I hate myself."
Ye Xiuming stopped talking, picked up the dishes with chopsticks, and ate the meal with Ye Huaian in silence.
I should have been enjoying the joy of reunion, but reality slapped me in the face.
"You broke us up, so you should really hate yourself." Ye Xiuming thought of the ultimate weapon in Ye Huaian's hand - the photo. He wanted to extend his hatred, but had no choice but to give up. However, he wanted to check on Su Ting to make sure he was okay, so he said, "I want to go out."
"Some of Zheng Li's followers have not been eliminated yet, and things are not peaceful yet. Son, you can understand your father, right?"
"I'm not afraid of death." Ye Xiuming said bravely, "I haven't been afraid of death since I was eleven years old!"
"But Daddy can't lose you again." Ye Huaian swallowed bitter tears, feeling a strange chill invade his body. "Wait until I clean up all of them, then it's not too late to go out. If you really want to go out, I can send you abroad secretly."
Ye Xiuming glanced at Ye Huaian, and after confirming his location with Pei An, he booked a flight to London for himself.
Before leaving, he laughed so hard at Ye Huaian's dense security that he threw himself on the side of the road. It turned out that he was so afraid of death that he could do such a thing.
But time will not go back.
Ye Huaian needs to pay the price for his choice.
When he met Pei An again this time, Ye Xiuming finally accepted the team manager's suggestion and started training with Pei An and the others.
He drove his team's standard car around the Silverstone track at high speeds. His driving style was extremely smooth, with almost no sense of unnecessary steering or struggle, yet his speed was jaw-dropping, as if he was always exploring the limits of the car. In terms of stability, Ye Xiuming was also better than Pei An, thanks to his strong will and absolute concentration.
The feel of the car is a very illusory thing, but Ye Xiuming's highly recognizable driving style is indeed better than Pei An's.
There are only 20 seats in F1, and there are precedents for changing drivers mid-season, usually to give newcomers a chance to debut. After the team's top management evaluated the different styles of the two, they almost did not hesitate to lean towards Ye Xiuming and quickly submitted a change application to the FIA*.
In this way, the next stop in Milan will be Ye Xiuming's debut for the Alpine team.
Pei An was like a worm in Ye Xiuming's stomach. Late at night, when the two of them were talking over bottles, he asked, "Replacing me won't be that easy, will it? What do you want to say to the interviewer?"
Ye Xiuming touched his bottle and said, "You'll know when the time comes."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll be unhappy if you push me away?" Pei An asked.
"You're my best friend, and you've basically guessed what I'm going to say in front of others, so... you won't be upset." Ye Xiuming lay half drunk on the ground, gazing at the endless starry sky. "I haven't been able to contact him for ten days. God knows how much I miss him."
He was still wearing his riding clothes, and felt uncomfortable lying on his side, but he was too empty inside because of losing Su Ting to care about these things.
He just wanted Milan to move faster and faster.
A few days later, in Milan, Monza National Circuit, this is the temple of racing and part of F1 history. It has many long full-throttle sections where cars can reach the highest speed of the year.
This is the home of Ferrari and Italian fans, with huge crowds and an extremely passionate atmosphere during race weekends.
Ye Xiuming and his mechanical beast roared softly in the grid, enjoying the final silence. Then five red lights lit up one after another, and after the whole world held its breath, they went out in an instant.
The roar of the engine instantly turned into a wall of sound that tore through the air, and the car shot out like an arrow.
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