Mr. Xiao, your wife is back

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Yu Haiyang's cheeks instantly flushed red, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed. The previously brave school bully is now acting like an innocent teenage boy — Su Jin can't help but laugh.

He swept his gaze to the ground where the criminals were still moaning before he typed, “Let's go, nephew. I just called the police, and they'll be here soon.”

Then he headed for the cool looking heavy bike he had stolen earlier. Just as he put on his helmet elegantly and was about to swing his legs over the chair, Yu Haiyang grabbed onto his arm.

Su Jin gave him a look asking—how now?

His face was still flushed, he opened his mouth, but no words came out. He took a deep breath before saying his words stuttering, "A-I haven't been able to go home yet."

Su Jin was even more confused. He entered another text, “Hah. You want me to drive you to the hospital, then?”

He shook his head and explained, “There is no hospital. There are motor races I have to take part in now. It's important."

His gaze traced his chest—he pressed it—and he noticed how he could not even stand still. He was also pale as paper. They must have hurt him a lot, but he didn't know the extent of his injuries.

“From the looks of it, you are not suitable to participate in any race. You must go to the hospital for examination.”

Yu Haiyang paused for a moment before he suggested, "This is important to me, Su. I should be there. Do you want to go on my behalf? ”

Su Jin was surprised. "I? A race? I've never raced before. I also can't ride a racing motor.”

Su Jin observed the bike again—the bike did not seem to cost him 3 million. He blamed the motorcycle and the owner of — was flamboyant, so he thought it was normal. The face of the young man whose bike he had taken appeared in his mind—he would definitely want to kill him.

Seeing how he was speechless, he declared with disappointment, “That's it, then. You don't have to do it if you don't want to." He staggered to his feet, heading into the clubhouse. His bike was still there, and he could still do it if he left now. He muttered, “I'll be fine. It was just a few minor injuries, and I can still race. Maybe today is not my lucky day. That guy won't make it harder for me, I guess, for my family status and all that. Although he might have me go around and make me do something. ”

He wanted to negotiate another date and time for the race, but he had already done it the last time. They'd think he was scared if he put it off again.

Su Jin rushed forward and grabbed his arm—his blood had soaked his clothes. He could not bear to see her leave in such a condition. He pulled out his phone, "OK, okay. I'm gonna go. Stop exaggerating. And you, hospital.” Although still a rookie with no racing experience, he had to leave for the sake of his nephew.

Yu Haiyang was very pleased. "No. I'm going with you. It will be finished in no time, and you can drive me there afterwards.”

Su Jin pursed his lips as he scanned his wounds, his eyes meeting his next determined eyes. There was no belief in the world that could make him change his mind, and he was definitely there. “OK,” he type, “You only live once, yes?”

He jumped onto the chair and nodded at her, but he did not notice her blushing face.

“Thank you, Su.” Yu Haiyang sat behind Su Jin with a grip on the end of his clothes, but he did not dare to wrap his hands around his waist. While the night wind was cool, Yu Haiyang felt like he was on fire.

Mount Panlong—

The endless winding mountain roads became a staple for racing lovers: cars or motorcycles. Occasionally, they will hold a joint motorsport event between a car and a motorcycle. For motorcyclists, the risk of injury is higher because it only has the only helmet protector. If something happens—