Chapter 68 Xiyan, almost died?
An Ning's eyes immediately locked onto a fully armed figure among a group of drivers ready to go.
The number "77" was clearly printed on his black racing suit.
Racing driver No. 77——Lu Xiyan.
Her birthday, his number plate.
An Ning's breathing stagnated, and her rolling eyes were fixed on that figure.
At that time, the roar of the motorcycles on the racing cars came one after another.
With a deafening gunshot -
Racer No. 77 drove the black and red motorcycle on the track like a cheetah, firmly holding the first place.
An Ning clenched the strap of the bag in her hand, not daring to breathe, her heart in her throat.
Just about to turn the car——
"Bang——" sound!
"Western Banquet!!!"
An Ning's eyes narrowed and she suddenly stood up from her chair.
The driver of racer No. 77 was deliberately tripped by the car behind him and fell heavily. The speeding vehicle had no time to slow down, and both the driver and the car flew out!
An Ning frowned, her eyes were wet, and her hands covering her mouth were shaking.
Almost the next second after falling, Lu Xiyan got up from the ground, staggered a few steps, and continued the race after confirming that the vehicle was fine.
At this time, the driver in first place was already one and a half laps ahead of him.
He quickly got on the motorcycle and rushed forward using a difficult and risky technique, almost risking his life.
An Ning's palms were wet, and she hadn't known when tears started streaming down her face.
Just when the commentators were lamenting that driver No. 77 missed the chance to win the championship, he turned the tide at a speed beyond anyone's imagination!
An Ning didn't understand the passionate explanation of his skills and movements in the lecture room, but she caught the sentence - "He is risking his life!"
The moment we reached the finish line, there were passionate screams from the stadium, cheering and excited for this "speed of life and death" race.
An Ning stood in front of the huge screen, trembling all over, and tears were streaming down her face without her knowing when.
The moment the camera was focused on the champion, he took off his equipment, revealing a slightly pale but still captivating face.
What caught An Ning's eyes was his body that could not support itself and had to be supported by others, his bleeding wrist bones and his knees that could not straighten up.
The picture suddenly stopped, stopping at Lu Xiyan's bloody wound.
"I wonder what Miss An thinks of this game?"
Lu Lixiao sighed softly, "Although Xiyan has loved racing since he was a child, he is not someone who is obsessed with winning or losing. He will not fight so hard just for a championship."
He looked at An Ning's trembling back, "Why is he like this, Miss An, you should know, right?"
An Ning's tears kept falling, and her throat was choked and she couldn't speak.
"In order to be with you, he was willing to give up his status as the second young master of the Lu family and cut off all financial ties with the Lu family. He insisted on making money with his own hands."
"This game that made him risk his life was just for a mere one million. Don't you think it's ridiculous, Miss An?"
Lu Lixiao asked her with a serious expression, "This one million was just the price of a bottle of red wine before, he wouldn't even look at it, but now he has to fight for his life to get it."
An Ning turned her head to look at Lu Lixiao and clenched her palms.
"Grandpa Lu..." she promised in a trembling voice, "I will never, ever let Xiyan make this money again... Even if he doesn't make any money at all, it's fine..."
Her tears kept falling, her voice trembling but firm, "I won't, won't let him get hurt again... I promise..."
Lu Lixiao sighed deeply, "Miss An, you are a smart child. I hope you can understand the good intentions of a grandfather like me."
He slowly walked up to An Ning and looked at her kindly. "The man standing before you now isn't the chairman of the Lu Group, but a grandfather who cares about his grandson. Miss An, Xiyan can't make a living from racing for the rest of his life, and it's even more impossible for him to keep working so hard to make money to supplement your family's bottomless pit."
"He's going to take over the Lu Group in the future. The entire Lu Group will belong to him. He's already suffered more than he's ever suffered in his life being with you. Look at all the injuries he's got. Which one isn't because of you? As the successor to the Lu Group, this isn't the life he deserves."
Although Lu Lixiao felt reluctant, he still made it clear, "During the two years he's been with you, I thought he was just being rebellious and experiencing life. Now he's had enough and it's time to come back."
An Ning suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes trembling.
Lu Lixiao nodded, "Miss An, you understand what I mean."
An Ning certainly understood that Mr. Lu was reminding her that Xiyan and he were not from the same world.
His housekeeper took her for a long walk in the garden just to show her the gap between her and Xiyan.
The starting point of his birth was the destination that she would never reach in her entire life.
She and Lu Xiyan could only return to their respective parallel lines after a brief intersection.
An Ning lowered her eyes and tears streamed down her face.
My heart suddenly ached, as if it was being tightly grasped and torn by an invisible hand.
The pain is so severe that I can't breathe.
In fact, she had guessed that this day would come, but she still hoped for that tiny bit of fulfillment.
She couldn't bear to do that.
He is a ray of light in her dark world, the only sweetness in her bitterness, how can she not miss him.
"Grandpa Lu, I——"
"Ms. An," Lu Lixiao said bluntly, not giving her a chance to plead. "As far as I know, your brother needs another surgery to fully recover. The surgery is very expensive and not something your family can afford."
"I can see you care about Xiyan," he asked. "I'm sure you wouldn't want Xiyan to race hard to help you afford it, would you? But how are you going to save your brother's life?"
Lu Lixiao's words were like a sharp sword piercing An Ning's already bleeding heart.
"That's all I have to say. If Miss An still refuses to let Xi Yan go, I might as well tell her one more thing."
Lu Lixiao turned around and took out a medical record bag from the drawer and handed it to her.
An Ning opened it with trembling hands, and suddenly her breath shuddered, "Xi Yan...nearly died?"
"That's right," Lu Lixiao said. "When Xiyan was eighteen or nineteen, he was obsessed with racing. He trained day and night, which caused fulminant myocarditis. In just two hours, he developed severe heart failure and narrowly escaped death. After that, my family never allowed him to train day and night again."
Meeting her incredulous gaze, Lu Lixiao continued, "But Miss An, just last month, he developed myocarditis at the competition. Even when he collapsed in pain, he was still answering your calls to comfort you!"
An Ning trembled all over, her face turned pale as paper, and she took two unsteady steps back.
She knew nothing, Lu Xiyan had never told her this.
"Miss An's so-called love for him means taking my grandson's life?"
"Miss An, Xiyan has done so much for you. He doesn't owe you anything." Lu Lixiao took two steps back and looked at her sincerely. "I beg you to let my grandson go."
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