Chapter 109 J-Car God is J-Car God, what does that have to do with me, Pei Jinwu?
"..."
Shang Xun stared at Pei Jinwu for several seconds, seeing that her expression remained normal, and asked incredulously, "Miss Pei, are you serious?"
"Am I joking?"
Pei Jinwu tapped her cheek with her fingertips, her eyes slightly lowered, her lazy expression carrying a hint of arrogance. "Self-taught, any problems?"
"without."
Shang Xun was completely stunned, his eyes filled with worship. He straightened up and became much more respectful. "Boss Pei... could you share some racing experience with me?"
Although she was riding a small electric scooter today, she quickly drifted off, switching entirely to racing mode.
"Your skills are alright."
Pei Jinwu ate the orange that Shang Shiyan had peeled for her and replied casually, "That's enough for the competition."
That's the truth.
The short competition on the highway showed that they were quite skilled.
No wonder the Chinese region sent him to the field.
“But I want to finish in the top five.” Shang Xun frowned and patiently explained, “If I don’t finish in the top five, I won’t be eligible to register for the China region next year.”
"Not qualified?"
Hearing this, Pei Jinwu slowed down her chewing. "Not qualified?"
"Um."
Shang Xun nodded and honestly confessed, "Since J, the racing god, retired three years ago, China has been ranked at the bottom for several consecutive years."
"Based on the three-year overall ranking, I can only win back China's points if I break into the top five."
“But…” Shang Xun’s eyes dimmed, his expression dejected: “This year’s F1 racing is on a particularly large scale, with not only many newcomers joining, but also the champions and runners-up from previous years all gathered together.”
"As expected, the first place will still be the winner of the last two years, M Ji, a Chinese man named Song Mingji."
"The others..."
As Shang Xun spoke, he became increasingly uncertain. "Everyone is quite excellent. If I can't finish in the top five, then China's motorsports industry will really be over."
"..."
Pei Jinwu heard clearly and her brows furrowed slightly.
so.
That old black guy really didn't lie to her this time.
"How much time is left in the match?" Pei Jinwu asked, turning to find a tissue to wipe her hands, but Shang Shiyan beat her to it.
"..."
Pei Jinwu glanced at him and naturally reached out her hand.
Shang Shiyan smiled and gently wiped her face.
"Next weekend," Shang Xun said with a grim expression, "Even with daily training, we might not make it in time. If only... J-Car God could participate."
"Unfortunately, she cold-bloodedly refused."
Shang Xun sighed softly and muttered to himself, "But it's okay, I have a backup plan."
The cold-blooded and ruthless Pei Jinwu: "..."
Pei Jinwu's gaze turned cold; she actually knew about this alternative plan.
You're going to tie her up and bring her to the arena, huh?!
ox!
"Big brother." Shang Xun turned his head, cautiously staring at Shang Shiyan, and pleaded, "Could you help me find out about J the Racing God?"
"J the racing god?"
Shang Shiyan murmured these three words, pondered them carefully for a few seconds, and then his gaze slowly fell on the face of the little girl in front of him.
"..."
Pei Jinwu blinked, then tilted her head back, feigning composure.
"Okay," Shang Shiyan agreed.
“I have classes.” Pei Jinwu pondered for a while, then slowly said, “I’ll keep an eye on the training ground for you for the next few afternoons.”
She can ask for leave from evening self-study for a few days.
"Thank you, Sister Wu." Having gotten the answer he wanted, Shang Xun was as happy as a child, excitedly opening his arms to hug her.
What are you doing?
Shang Shiyan coldly retorted, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Sorry, sorry, I just got back to China and forgot to change my etiquette." Shang Xun chuckled and touched his hair. "Sister Wu, let's get in touch tomorrow."
The words fell.
Shang Xun dared not disturb the two of them being so affectionate, so he wisely left and closed the door behind him.
——
Inside the room.
Only the two of them remained, and the silence was somewhat awkward.
"Wuwu..." Shang Shiyan turned his head, his warm gaze fixed on the girl, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Do you know J the racing god?"
"?"
Pei Jinwu's expression stiffened slightly. She pursed her lips and said very seriously, "I don't know him."
J-Car God is J-Car God, what does that have to do with Pei Jinwu?
Three years ago, he accidentally broke his leg while racing.
Grandpa was so worried about her that he stayed by my bedside for three days straight without sleep, and he almost fainted.
She had promised the old man that she would no longer participate in this dangerous sport.
The contract cannot be broken.
"You really don't recognize me?"
Ever since he learned about the little girl and her numerous aliases, Shang Shiyan felt that she was a genius.
She's a treasure; there's nothing she can't do.
Shang Xun's racing skills, while not top-notch, are at least first-rate.
The little girl managed to beat him with a small electric battery; that's something most people can't do.
"..."
When confronted with his questioning, Pei Jinwu ignored him and said, "You're busy, I'm going back now."
"Okay." Shang Shiyan picked up her schoolbag and stood up. "I'll have Feng Zhi take you there."
Grandma's birthday banquet will be a while longer.
She's here, it's pretty boring.
"Um."
Pei Jinwu responded casually, avoiding any disturbance, and followed Feng Zhi out through the side door.
What a coincidence!
Lu Jing and Shen Yunrou happened to be sitting next to the side door.
While the two were lost in their own thoughts, they inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
"Pei Jinwu, how could she be here?" Shen Yunrou exclaimed in surprise upon discovering her presence.
The white-haired man walking in front of her seemed to be the man who was keeping her as a mistress.
"Brother Jing, didn't you have someone investigate the person who was keeping my sister? Who is it?"
Shen Yunrou clenched her fingers so tightly that her teeth almost broke.
Those who can attend a merchant's birthday banquet are not ordinary people.
Could it be that Pei Jinwu has really hooked up with someone from high society?
"Um."
Lu Jing stared at Pei Jinwu, his eyes filled with possessiveness and hatred.
Then.
He picked up his phone, dialed the private investigator's number, and inquired about the progress.
"Who do you think the other party is?"
Upon hearing the answer, Lu Jing was extremely surprised.
"who?"
Shen Yunrou's palms were sweating even more.
Could it be that Pei Jinwu, that bastard, has really climbed the social ladder?
The thought that she might step on her head made it hard for Shen Yunrou to breathe, and her eyes were filled with jealousy.
"driver?"
Lu Jing remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I'll transfer the money to you later."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
“He’s Shang Shiyan’s driver!” Lu Jing said, his tone full of contempt.
I thought it was some important person...
but.
The merchant was indeed incredibly wealthy; this driver had been working for Shang Shiyan for many years.
The attack on Lu's company's stock might be related to him.
As for trusted confidants, it's possible that they might ask Shang Shiyan to do something for them.
"driver?"
Upon hearing those two words, Shen Yunrou couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
That's giving her too much credit.
I thought that even if things didn't go well, I would still be a wealthy boss.
I never expected it to be... the driver.
She's clearly been ignorant since childhood; she doesn't even know how to find a man.
Lu Jing gazed meaningfully in the direction Pei Jinwu had left.
You're the driver, right?
Since that's the case, he has even fewer concerns.
This time.
He wanted to make Pei Jinwu kneel down and beg for mercy.
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