Chapter 3 For the stars, follow me...
Onmu closed the letter slowly.
interesting.
It seems that if I want to get married, I still have to meet in person and compete.
Chen Sui asked nervously, "How's it going, Xiaomu? What did Ah Ran say?"
Wen Mu smiled lightly and said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry about Aunt Shen, he's fine. He just wanted to talk to me alone."
She naturally ignored the last word "get out".
My younger brother is young, so give him some face.
Shen Sui was worried: "Oh, this kid is really..."
"So, Xiaomu, are you going now?"
Wen Mu nodded: "I'll go now. It's not a big deal if he doesn't come home. You and Uncle Song have been worried."
After hearing this, Chen Sui and Song Mingshen felt more and more sorry for Wen Mu, and also felt that their son was a bastard.
Song Mingshen was already calculating how much punishment he would have to give that brat when he came back.
Song Yingzhuo and Song Mingli exchanged a glance, realizing they wouldn't be able to enjoy the wedding wine for the time being. They'd taken time out to come, and now one of the protagonists was missing and the other was on a mission to capture someone, making the meal unappetizing. They stood up and said goodbye. Wen's father and mother expressed their understanding.
Wen Mu also said goodbye, taking only a mobile phone and the letter. Time was urgent, so he had to stop a taxi.
In the car, she unfolded the letter again.
Asking her to go find him without even giving her the address?
With a tap of his fingertips on the screen, he quickly found the address of Ningchuan International Circuit and reported it to the driver.
*
Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped.
Wen Mu got off the car, feeling dizzy.
After finally recovering from the shock, I was stopped by security as soon as I reached the entrance.
"Sorry, Miss, this is an exclusive training base. Outsiders are not allowed to enter casually."
Wen Mu sighed softly, looked up at the security guard, and said in a calm voice: "I am a family member of a contestant."
The security guard looked at her suspiciously: "Which contestant?"
"Song Xingran."
The security guard's eyes widened and his expression instantly became complicated.
He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "Okay, come with me."
Inside the training base, a wide track snaked along. Several modified race cars were parked in the distance, the faint roar of their engines emanating from their engines. Several tall figures in red and black racing suits gathered together, conversing. From a distance, they all appeared to have broad shoulders, narrow waists, and incredibly long legs.
Song Xingran had just finished a round of training and was drenched in sweat. He had sustained an injury at a race a month prior and was still recovering, so he could only do some temporary recovery training here.
I was already in a bad mood, and now I'm being forced into marriage. It's really a double whammy.
"Damn!" He pulled off his helmet, his black hair sticking wetly to his forehead.
Jiang Wang glanced at him and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Song Xingran pulled off his gloves with force and said angrily, "My family forced me to get married, so I ran away from home."
Yu Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard that. "Running away from home again? How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Song Xingran unscrewed the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back and took a few sips. The water droplets slid down his sharp jawline, rolled over his Adam's apple, and finally sank into his collar.
He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Until that woman voluntarily cancels the engagement."
"Do you know what kind of person my parents found for me? A 30-year-old woman with a PhD, studying astronomy, her father's discipline! What will happen if we get married? The house will be torn down!"
"What's more—" He scratched his hair irritably, "I'm in the prime of my life and haven't had enough fun yet. How can I enter the grave of marriage now?"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He unzipped his racing suit and ripped the shirt off.
His muscular upper body was instantly exposed to the sun, with clear muscle lines and beads of sweat sliding down his abdominal muscles and sinking into the edge of his waistband.
"This damn weather is getting hotter and hotter."
He had just finished complaining when he turned around and a slender figure came into his sight.
A black shirt cinched the woman's slender figure, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, her skin white as snow. She stood not far away, her eyebrows cold and cold, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, a touch of red on her lips, and she was as beautiful as a fairy from a painting.
Song Xingran was stunned.
He recalled carefully and confirmed that he had never seen this person before.
"Whose girlfriend?" He raised his eyebrows and looked around at his teammates.
Everyone shook their heads, indicating that it was not theirs.
The man crossed his legs and leaned lazily on the racing car behind him, looking up and down at the woman in front of him, smiling casually and ruffianly.
"Who are you?"
Wen Mu felt amused when he saw him like this.
It turns out that not only did he not recognize me that night, he didn’t recognize me today either?
He hasn't even seen the photo of his fiancée. Did he throw it in the trash or something?
You little brat, you don't know how to respect others.
The woman stood in the backlight, her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were as calm as water, and her voice was cold.
"Your fiancée."
The whole audience was silent for three seconds.
Then——
Jiang Wang spat out a mouthful of water. Yu Yang's wrench slammed to the ground with a clang. The other team members collectively gasped, their eyes wide as they stared at the lone "suspect" in the room.
Song Xingran's expression completely froze.
He stared at the woman in front of him, and his head buzzed as if he was struck by lightning.
Then he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He narrowed his eyes, raised his chin, and said firmly: "Tell me, how much money did my father give you?"
Wen Mu frowned slightly: "What?"
The man paused for a second and turned his head away: "How much money did my father give you to pretend to be my marriage partner? You have a good acting skill."
Wen Mu looked at him calmly: "I'm not pretending."
"I am Wenmu."
Song Xingran: “…”
He tried to find a flaw in the woman's face, but the cold and frank eyes made him feel guilty.
He lowered his head stiffly, looking at the letter in her hand, and suddenly felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.
The teammates around him were so exhausted from trying to hold back their laughter that their faces turned red, their shoulders were shaking wildly, and they were almost about to take out their melon seeds to watch the show.
Jiang Wang suppressed his laughter and pretended to be serious: "Hey, Ah Ran, you have to accept the loss."
Song Xingran: “…”
"Then let's compete!" The man said stubbornly, stiffening his neck.
Wen Mu curled his lips slightly: "Do you keep your word?"
"A gentleman's word is as good as gold."
"But why do I feel..."
She looked him up and down slowly, with a meaningful look in her eyes.
"You're more like a villain."
"Little man," she repeated slowly.
Song Xingran felt uncomfortable when she looked at him, and his ears felt inexplicably hot.
"Comparing what?" Wen Mu asked.
Song Xingran thought about it and decided that a racing car match would definitely not work. The woman was too skinny, and he would have to take responsibility if something happened.
"Do you know anything about cars?" He raised his eyebrows.
Wen Mu nodded: "A little bit."
Song Xingran scoffed, clearly unconvinced: "How about changing the tire?"
He glanced at the woman's exposed arms. Her skin was cold and pale, and so thin that it seemed as if it would break if bent.
Can this change the tire?
Stop kidding.
Wen Mu said without hesitation: "Okay, let's compare this."
There was a burst of booing all around.
“Whoa—!”
"Sister-in-law is awesome!"
"Aran, don't lose!"
Song Xingran: “…”
He looked at Wen Mu suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
"You have such thin arms and legs. If something happens to you, you won't let me be responsible, right?"
Wen Mu chuckled: "We're getting married soon, can't you be responsible for me?"
“…”
The man's ears turned red.
He turned around abruptly, his tone fierce: "If you want to compete, do it quickly! I'm in a hurry!"
The game begins.
Two racing cars of the same model were parked side by side, with tire removal tools placed aside.
"The rules are simple: whoever finishes changing the tire first wins."
Song Xingran leaned lazily against the car, not taking Wen Mu seriously at all.
He can win with his eyes closed.
"start!"
Song Xingran slowly picked up the tools, and even had the leisure to steal a glance at the woman beside him.
Then he froze.
Wen Mu's movements were astonishingly fast.
She knelt on one knee, exerted force with her arms, and used a wrench to loosen the screw with a "click". Her movements were clean and neat, without any delay.
Song Xingran widened his eyes.
She really can?!
He panicked and quickly lowered his head to work hard, but Wen Mu had already removed the first tire.
Song Xingran started to panic and the screw almost flew onto his face.
The teammates around him were laughing like crazy.
"Xing Ran! Can you do it?"
"Sister-in-law is awesome! Crush him!"
"Young Master Song! How could you lose to an amateur?"
Song Xingran yelled, "Shut up!"
He gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch up, but Wen Mu was always one step ahead.
at last--
"Bang!"
Wen Mu tightened the last screw, stood up, and dusted off his hands.
"Finish."
Jiang Wang: "Miss Wen wins."
The whole audience was silent for a second, and then broke into thunderous cheers.
"Sister-in-law is awesome!!!"
"Song Xingran! You deserve this day!"
"Haha ...!"
Song Xingran remained silent, his face ashen.
Wen Mu put his hand over his heart and took small breaths to calm his breathing.
She spends all year round in the laboratory and rarely exercises, so her physical strength is not that good. Fortunately, this guy underestimated his opponent, allowing her to win a game narrowly.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the man opposite her.
Song Xingran was staring at her gloomily, his brows furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, like a large dog whose bones had been stolen.
She felt happy and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly.
Her eyes casually swept over the man's body. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with firm and smooth muscle lines. Sweat slid down his collarbone, gleaming in the sunlight.
Wen Mu had to admit that it was indeed very good.
At least, it looked more attractive than the muscles she saw at the gym, which were inflated with protein powder.
She said calmly: "I won."
Song Xingran didn't say anything, but just stared at her with resentment in his eyes.
I seem to have seen that expression somewhere before.
Ah, she remembered, the Husky that was tricked by its owner into being sterilized.
Wen Mu raised his eyebrows: "You said it yourself, keep your word."
She glanced around, and her teammates immediately chimed in, "I heard it, I heard it!"
Song Xingran turned his head away, crossed his arms over his chest, and was so angry that even the ends of his hair showed his dissatisfaction.
Really like a dog.
To be precise, it looks like an irritated Samoyed - it looks fierce on the outside, but is actually extremely delicate.
Wen Mu had raised a dog before, and the more he thought about it, the more similar it felt, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
Song Xingran glanced at the woman standing next to the racing car, his eyes gloomy, and walked towards Wen Mu step by step.
Wen Mu was stunned and stepped back subconsciously.
One step, two steps—
Until her back touched the cold racing car body and she had no way to retreat.
The man stretched out his long arms, directly encircled her between himself and the car, and leaned in closer.
Wen Mu's breathing stopped.
The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath. The scent of the man mixed with sweat and engine oil hit them in the face, hot and extremely aggressive.
Wen Mu was not afraid at all and met his gaze directly.
"Brother," she whispered.
"This kind of action is already outdated."
Song Xingran narrowed his eyes.
"I'm a grown man," he said in a low, hoarse voice, gnashing his teeth. "Do you think I'm a kid?"
Wen Mu calmly asked back, "Aren't you?"
Song Xingran: “…”
He was choked and couldn't find the words to refute for a moment.
Wen Mu slowly reached out, hooked down the racing suit hanging on the rearview mirror, and gently pressed it against his chest.
"Let's practice some more."
She raised her eyes, with a faint smile in them, and her voice was light but full of provocation.
"Now--"
"Be good and come back with me to get married."
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Sister Bao: Domineering fairy forced love! [Sunglasses]
Master Song: My wife is so beautiful and strong, I love her so much [shy]
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