In the days after Qin Beiming flew back to Kyoto, Ling Mo always felt empty inside.
To keep himself occupied, aside from class time, whenever he had free time, he would lock himself in his bedroom and seclude himself to refine medicine.
In addition, she also went with Meihu to an underground racing club that had just been established for a year.
He had planned to speed on the track and experience the thrill of high-speed driving that he hadn't felt in a long time, but unexpectedly, he bumped into Lu Jinjiu.
Lu Jinjiu on the track was completely different from his usual carefree and irresponsible self.
He was wearing a colorful racing suit, clutching the captain's armband tightly in his hand, and passionately giving his teammates a pep talk.
Ling Mo silently stared at Lu Jinjiu, who had his hands pressed tightly against his chest, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of an extremely strong sense of conviction in his eyes.
The fox spirit, worried that Ling Mo might be deceived by Lu Jinjiu's appearance, gave him a special reminder:
"Boss, you wouldn't happen to have your eye on Lu Jinjiu, would you? Don't let his delicate appearance fool you, he's actually a notorious playboy, a real womanizer."
"He seems to really enjoy racing."
"That's true. It's said that he aspired to be a professional race car driver a long time ago. Unfortunately, the Lu family has only had one son for three generations, and the old master Lu was absolutely unwilling to let Lu Jinjiu, the only son of the Lu family, get involved in such a dangerous profession as a race car driver. Since then, he has rarely stepped onto the track, at most sneaking into this underground racetrack every now and then to have some fun."
"His eyes still shine on the field."
The moment Ling Mo lowered his eyes, he completely understood Lu Jinjiu.
At first, she thought Lu Jinjiu was just a rich second-generation who had been corrupted and devoured by capital, a playboy, irresponsible, and hopeless.
But the moment he stepped onto the field, all his shortcomings seemed to disappear.
Simply standing in the light and shadow with a helmet slung over his shoulder gives one the feeling of being radiantly dazzling.
Unfortunately, Lu Jinjiu bears the responsibility for the honor and prosperity of the Lu family on his shoulders, and he has no right to be willful at all.
Perhaps it was because he had dreams but couldn't pursue them that Lu Jinjiu, who was forced to accept his family's arrangements, became increasingly unbalanced. He would put on a cynical and carefree attitude in an attempt to cover up his loneliness.
"Boss, there's light in my eyes too!"
The fox spirit took off her sunglasses, winked at Ling Mo, and her fiery red, maple-leaf-like eyes seemed to gleam with a dazzling light.
Anyone whose mind is not strong enough will be hypnotized by the fox spirit's red eyes, which possess supernatural powers, if they make eye contact with him for more than ten seconds.
"Stop fooling around."
Ling Mo casually put sunglasses on him, then pointed to the race car behind her and said in a deep voice:
"You can give this race car to Lu Jinjiu. He really needs this new model that won't deform even if it gets into a violent collision."
"Boss, this race car is a limited edition, there's only one in the world. Are you really going to give it away as a gift?"
"There was a time when my eyes also shone with light."
Ling Mo's voice was extremely soft, like a feather falling on the river surface, seemingly light and airy, yet causing ripples to spread across the water.
"Big brother, you're still young. There's nothing you can't overcome."
For a long time, Ling Mo was indeed tormented by the so-called blood ties.
But in the past month or two, Meihu quietly noticed that the light in Ling Mo's eyes was slowly returning.
I don't know if it's because I'm getting older and no longer need the ties of family.
Or perhaps she met someone who allowed her to slowly open her heart...
Meihu shook her head, no longer pondering these trivial matters, and walked straight towards Lu Jinjiu. "Mr. Lu, someone has left you a generous gift. Please sign for it."
"Wait, do I know you?"
"Now that we know each other, don't we?"
The fox grinned, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth.
Lu Jinjiu raised an eyebrow, a roguish smile suddenly appearing on his face:
"That's true."
"Mr. Lu, please come with me."
The fox spirit politely gestured "please," and in the blink of an eye led him to the one-of-a-kind race car in the world, saying:
"Mr. Lu, are you satisfied? Remember to keep the car keys safe."
"No... are you sure you're not joking?"
Lu Jinjiu carefully stroked the car body, as if he were caressing a beloved girl, his fingertips filled with tenderness.
He had heard about LMO's new model a month ago and had been itching to buy it, intending to use his savings to purchase it.
Unfortunately, LMO only produces one of each model, so even if you have the money, it's very difficult to buy one.
To everyone's surprise, someone was so generous, casually giving away a hundred million...
Lu Jinjiu felt something was wrong the more he thought about it. Although he was very reluctant, he still obediently withdrew his hand.
After a while, once he had calmed his turbulent emotions, he straightened his expression and asked the fox spirit in a serious and methodical manner:
"Hey big guy, is this car really a gift for me?"
"Absolutely true."
Who sent it?
Lu Jinjiu had a feeling that this matter was not simple.
He wondered to himself, could it be that his grandfather suddenly had a change of heart, remembered him as his own grandson, and in order to ease the tension between the two of them, he had gone to great lengths to buy this top-of-the-line racing car to please him?
Or perhaps, some super-rich woman has taken a liking to him and wants to woo him?
If the rich woman weren't particularly ugly, he would be quite willing to serve her.
The fox spirit made a shushing gesture and said mysteriously:
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