Although Shu Qingqing also often called Lu Bochuan an old man, that was a privilege reserved only for herself.
She would by no means accept others saying it.
Shu Qingqing looked Wei Zhou up and down. "You're certainly not old. Dyeing your hair yellow like some punk, and with that childish figure of yours, people would believe it if you said you were sixteen. Do you still sit at the kids' table during New Year's dinners?"
"No, sister, this is the most popular hair color right now!" Wei Zhou tugged at his hair and flexed his arm. "Besides, I used to have abs too, they're just not obvious lately because I haven't been working out. Just give me a few days, I'll train and show them to you."
"Who wants to see your ugly abs? My husband has an eight-pack, and he has it all year round." After saying that, Shu Qingqing took Lu Bochuan's arm and left.
The early spring breeze carried a hint of warmth. After leaving the bistro, Shu Qingqing saw it was still early and said to Lu Bochuan, "Let's go for a drive."
Lu Bochuan, of course, agreed to her every request.
However, not long after their car drove off, a whole swarm of cars followed closely behind them.
Wei Zhou was driving a sports car, and the cars behind him seemed to belong to his crew.
When they reached a corner and waited for a red light, Wei Zhou suddenly jumped out of his car and leaned on their window. "Mr. Lu, since my sister says you're so amazing, do you dare to race me? If I get to the top of that mountain first, you have to let her add my WeChat."
Shu Qingqing frowned. "Wei Zhou, are you sick in the head? No matter how amazing he is, he doesn't need to prove it to you."
Lu Bochuan squeezed her hand, signaling her not to worry, and then looked at Wei Zhou. "And what if you lose?"
Wei Zhou: "How could I possibly lose? I'm a tournament champion."
Lu Bochuan: "What if you lose?"
Wei Zhou gritted his teeth. "If I lose, I'll give this car to you, alright?"
Lu Bochuan: "I don't need the car. If you lose, you are not allowed to ask your dad for pocket money for the rest of this year."
Shu Qingqing sneered, "So the great Young Master Wei is still a little kid who asks his daddy for allowance."
Wei Zhou was annoyed. "Sister! That's... That's just because I haven't joined the company yet! Once I join the company, I'll make my own money. Besides, my dad's money will eventually be mine anyway."
"Oh~" Shu Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "Does your dad know his good son is already eyeing his inheritance?"
Wei Zhou angrily slapped the car. "Fine, I won't ask for it! Sister, even if I win this time, I won't ask my dad for money anymore. I'll earn it myself!"
Then he looked at Lu Bochuan again. "Mr. Lu, just one word: are you going to race me or not?"
Shu Qingqing looked up. Driving at night was inherently dangerous, and the mountain road had no streetlights. She whispered into Lu Bochuan's ear, "Lu Bochuan, ignore this little brat."
Lu Bochuan squeezed her hand. "Be good, wait for me to come back and pick you up."
He was accepting the challenge.
Shu Qingqing didn't want to be a buzzkill. She leaned over and kissed Lu Bochuan on the lips. "Good luck."
After saying that, she opened the door and got out of the car.
Wei Zhou's group seemed to race often. After Lu Bochuan and Wei Zhou got ready, a beautiful woman quickly stood in the middle holding a flag.
As the flag waved down, the two cars sped off like sharp swords.
Shu Qingqing's heart tightened, suddenly regretting letting Lu Bochuan race this brat.
A girl nearby walked over. "Hey beauty, our Young Master Wei really likes you. He's the eldest son of the Suling Group. Are you really not tempted?"
"My husband is handsomer, richer, and more capable than him. With such a gem in front of me, why the hell would I be tempted? If you like him, go chase him yourself, and stop chirping in front of me." Because she was worried about Lu Bochuan, Shu Qingqing's words were a bit harsher.
The girl walked away, feeling deflated.
After waiting anxiously for over ten minutes, the roar of a car engine could finally be heard again.
The first to reach the finish line was a black Porsche.
The crowd was astonished. "This guy actually beat Wei Zhou?"
"Wei Zhou is going to cry now."
Shu Qingqing excitedly ran over to check on Lu Bochuan. "How was it, Lu Bochuan? Are you okay? Are you dizzy? Is your heart beating fast?"
Lu Bochuan chuckled lightly. "I'm fine."
A few dozen seconds later, the other red Ferrari also arrived.
Wei Zhou got out of the car and ran over. "No way, Mr. Lu, you must be a professional. That turn you made at that intersection just now, nobody would believe you haven't practiced that."
Lu Bochuan looked at him calmly. "Regardless, did you lose?"
Wei Zhou slumped his shoulders. "Yeah, I concede defeat."
Lu Bochuan got out, opened the passenger door for Shu Qingqing to get in, and drove straight away.
The car drove all the way to the top of the mountain.
The night scenery was beautiful. From this angle, the city was brightly lit and bustling.
Shu Qingqing leaned on Lu Bochuan's shoulder. "Did you really race cars before?"
Lu Bochuan: "Yes, I was quite interested in it when I was younger and played around with it for a while."
"Wow, Lu Bochuan, you really hide your talents well. You can play the piano, race cars, and make money. You're simply too amazing."
Shu Qingqing's eyes were sparkling. Staring at him unblinkingly like this made it hard for Lu Bochuan not to be moved.
He leaned down and kissed her.
The two hadn't seen each other for days, and Lu Bochuan's kiss quickly became somewhat uncontrollable.
Feeling a sudden chill on her chest, Shu Qingqing snapped back to reality. "Lu Bochuan... we're outside."
Lu Bochuan's kisses didn't stop as he said intermittently, "Let's go... to the car."
Shu Qingqing froze. "Lu Bochuan... you don't want to do it in the car... do you?"
Lu Bochuan paused at this, letting out a chuckle. "I mean, let's go back now."
Shu Qingqing's cheeks flushed red, glad she hadn't finished saying that word. "Oh, oh, oh, let's go quickly."
The car sped all the way back to the hotel. The moment they were inside, Lu Bochuan pressed her against the door and kissed her.
Soon, Shu Qingqing felt a looseness at her back.
She also tried to reach out and unbutton Lu Bochuan's shirt.
But just as she unfastened one button, voices suddenly came from outside.
"Has Nannan not returned yet?"
"I'll give her a call."
"Ask her where she is, we'll go pick her up."
Shu Qingqing quickly pushed Lu Bochuan away, wiped her lips, and calmed her breathing before opening the door. "Mom, Dad, I'm back."
"Jingcheng, stop calling, Nannan is back. Oh? Bochuan? When did you get here?"
Lu Bochuan quickly buttoned his shirt before stepping out from behind the door. "Mom, Dad, I came over this evening. I'll accompany you back tomorrow."
Wen Xin was about to say something but suddenly noticed the lipstick mark on the corner of Lu Bochuan's lips, and then looked at her daughter...
"Alright then, you two rest early." Wen Xin hurriedly pulled Shu Jingcheng away.
Lu Bochuan closed the door and was about to continue, but Shu Qingqing pointed to the room next door. "Wait, I just remembered, the soundproofing here isn't very good." She had heard the noises from next door very clearly last night.
Lu Bochuan: ...
Shu Qingqing kissed the corner of his lips. "It's been hard on you, Mr. Lu. Just... endure it for one more night."
