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The night wind brushed against her face.
The roar of engines filled her ears.
Rong Yan throttled up, pushing the accelerator to the floor!
The motorcycle she had modified herself might not have an engine that could match the War Axe supercar, but she was confident in her ability to win!
Abroad, to earn money for Little Baby’s treatment, she dabbled in everything profitable, and when it came to racing, she was confident she wouldn’t lose to anyone!
This was a path she had long considered.
Before meeting Rong Weiwei, she planned to make her comeback through acting!
After meeting Rong Weiwei, she changed her strategy! All she needed was money, to become stronger; the path didn’t necessarily have to be through acting. Even within the entertainment industry, there were other options.
She could become famous as a singer or through variety shows.
“Return to Ning” was the biggest IP industry, with countless people vying for a role. She didn’t need to be in that crowd. She could find another way… like the theme song!
Director Levin had mentioned that “Return to Ning” was looking for a performer for its theme song.
Just so happens, besides studying medicine abroad, she played musical instruments!
But no matter how well she sang, it would be useless without popularity and a good song.
Zhong Yuye’s popularity was inarguable.
So was his composition.
She had to seize this connection!
Rong Yan clenched her teeth, her eyes astonishingly bright in the darkness; she was an awakened leopard whose speed the cameras could barely capture.
Finally, she saw the light!
She floored the accelerator, blasting through the race’s finish line ribbon—a beautiful drifting tailslide—and the motorcycle glided over a thrilling curve to halt steadily at the finish!
The crowd went silent as if turned to stone.
It took a moment before someone exploded with an exclamation, “Fuck!”
“What’s going on, the god of racing was actually beaten!”
“This lady must have cheated. She started way earlier; it’s not fair!”
Rong Yan, hearing the whispers around her, confidently removed her helmet and was about to brush the hair from her eyes when she caught sight, in the corner of her eye, of a Bentley that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere at the far end of the track.
The black Bentley wasn’t conspicuous.
But Rong Yan noticed the license plate number—00888.
That license plate was…
It couldn’t be, could it?
She didn’t have time to ponder.
A tall and slender figure stepped out from the car, clad in a black thin sweater, black pants, with dark eyes and a deeply handsome face. Who else could it be but the man who should have been sound asleep in her bed at home?
Such a distinguished and powerful presence could only belong to one person, Li Shengxiao!
Rong Yan’s heart started pounding furiously.
She didn’t dare meet that gaze.
Why did she feel like a wife caught cheating in the middle of the night by her husband?
Rong Yan couldn’t clarify her own feelings; her thoughts were a mess, instinctively avoiding that gaze.
The roar finally approached from the front as the black War Axe Motorcycle crossed the finish line three minutes later.
The proud man took off his helmet and was the first to speak, “I lost.”
“What do you want me to do?”
She had earlier proposed to make a request if she won, clearly coming prepared.
Rong Yan, still preoccupied with the man who had appeared so unexpectedly that even the joy of victory was somewhat diluted, pulled out a script she had prepared earlier and tossed it to him, “Take a look at this. I’ve done a character analysis for the main and supporting male and female roles.. I want you to write me a song!”