God of Racing-Chapter 325 - 320

Dusk falls, and the lights are dim. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Yu Sangwan left the company, took the subway, and returned to the small apartment she shared with a friend.

"Here, here." Peipei with a face mask plastered on, jogged over to open the door.

Seeing Yu Sangwan, she was startled, "Emma, your face looks so pale... Did you see a ghost? Where did you go last night? You didn’t go back to the An Family, did you?"

Yu Sangwan, exhausted, bypassed her and walked inside.

Peipei, with one hand on the face mask, muttered as she followed her. "I’m telling you, don’t be soft-hearted. An Zihao is so worthless! Just because his family did you a favor, you don’t have to endure everything!"

Yu Sangwan smoothed her hair, opened the fridge, took a bottle of water, and drank silently without speaking...

Yu Sangwan has no memory of her mother; her mother died in childbirth, and she never had a single sip of her mother’s milk before she passed away, leaving father and daughter dependent on each other.

Misfortunes came in succession, in the year she was in middle school, her father Yu Zhiyuan got into a car accident due to fatigue driving on the way to business, his life was saved, but he has been paralyzed ever since.

Yu Zhiyuan had no relatives in Donghua, his boss An Daoxun kindly adopted Yu Sangwan, and she was raised in the An Family.

Yu Sangwan is well-behaved and sensible, with a calm and composed personality. An Zihao, older than her, mature and responsible, always took care of her, their relationship naturally developed. Before she went to college, the An Family arranged their engagement.

The original plan was for Yu Sangwan to graduate and then let them marry, as she was about to graduate, but unexpectedly...

Thinking of this, Yu Sangwan couldn’t help but crunch the bottle of purified water in her hand.

"Don’t just drink water!" Peipei came over, patted her on the shoulder, and heated up the meal for her.

While busy ’complaining’ about Yu Sangwan, "You better remember, don’t ever believe An Zihao’s nonsense..."

"Saying it’s for the company? To get approval, he has to sacrifice ’beauty’? How useless can that be! What’s the name of that ’mistress’? Xu Hui, right? Where is she good-looking? Really has the guts to be a ’mistress’! Isn’t it just having a dad as director of the Land Bureau? Bossing people around, let’s see how long they can last!"

Listening to this, Yu Sangwan couldn’t help but laugh.

She went forward to hug Peipei, snuggling against her shoulder ’acting spoiled’, "Peipei, if you were a man, I’d definitely be with you!"

"Of course, wouldn’t I have gone dizzy with little girls like this?" Peipei laughed, glanced at her, and pushed her, "Sit down, you can eat now."

"Yeah!"

Yu Sangwan was about to turn around when Peipei suddenly sniffed, "Wait a minute, why do I feel you have a scent on you?"

"What scent?" Yu Sangwan gave her a sideways glance, inexplicably guilty, "Sweat scent? I haven’t showered in two days."

In order to catch Lu Jinxuan’s news, hoping to get the headline! In the end, no headline, but she drew a bunch of trouble along.

"No, no." Peipei kept sniffing, suddenly her mouth curled, laughing sinisterly, "Hmm... It’s a man’s scent! Such a strong scent of male hormones! This wild scent, so vigorous!"

"Pfft..." Yu Sangwan was gulping purified water when she heard this, sprayed it out directly onto Peipei’s face. She laughed awkwardly, "Sorry! Who, who told you to talk nonsense?"

Peipei scrunched her refined, delicate facial features, her palm-sized little face was crystal clear, suddenly shrieked, "Stinky Wanwan, do you know how expensive this face mask is? Ah... you wasteful woman!"

"Haha..."

Yu Sangwan laughed and dodged, all her frustrations of the day seemed to vanish into thin air. But, the scent on her? Is Peipei’s nose so keen? Does she really still have Lu Jinxuan’s scent on her? Thinking of Lu Jinxuan’s strong arms, solid chest, Yu Sangwan felt a little panicked...

Tangchi Bieyuan.

In the living room, the bright light from the crystal chandelier spilled down.

Lu Jinxuan, having showered, sat on the sofa, wearing only a bathrobe, appearing somewhat lazy and harmless. Of course, his special aide Tang Yueze knew well, this was just an illusion.

Tang Yueze handed an IPAD to Lu Jinxuan, "Young master, this is Yu Sangwan’s information..."

"Hmm." Lu Jinxuan nodded slightly, took it and began browsing.

Yu Sangwan, 20 years old, a senior journalism major at Donghua University, currently interning at SINO website. Her father Yu Zhiyuan had a car accident seven years ago and has been paralyzed, living in a nursing home ever since. Yu Sangwan, from the age of thirteen, was adopted by the boss of Dingtai Industrial, An Daoxun...

"Dingtai Industrial?"

Lu Jinxuan lowered his eyelids, didn’t lift his head, his tone inquisitive.

Tang Yueze hurried to explain, "A small enterprise, supporting dozens of employees, business is so-so, with some profits."

Lu Jinxuan wasn’t very concerned, for the Lu Family, a company like Dingtai was beneath their notice.

"Humph." Lu Jinxuan curled his lips, continued to read. Suddenly frown, his gaze fixed on the photo of Yu Sangwan and An Zihao on the screen, his tone turned displeased, full of disdain, "Fiancé? What kind of thing?"

Having been by his side for many years, Tang Yueze knew well when he was angry like this, "Young master, your orders."

"Humph!" Lu Jinxuan snorted coldly, tossed the tablet to Tang Yueze, his gaze became gloomy.

"Young master..." Tang Yueze couldn’t guess his thoughts, hesitated and asked, "Shall I invite the therapist over? You haven’t rested well in the past two days. Though the therapy’s effects are limited, it can at least help you sleep a bit more."

Lu Jinxuan raised his arm, his long fingers pressed against his temple, rubbed it rather tiredly, and ultimately shook his head, "No need..."

About insomnia, he is the one who knows this feeling best. That night, slept so well holding Yu Sangwan... Compared to her, those therapists’ so-called treatments are all just scratching the boot.

"Has there been any news of ’him’?" Lu Jinxuan waved to Tang Yueze, asked about another matter.

Tang Yueze was startled, then bowed his head, "I’m incapable, still have no news for now."

"Hmm." Lu Jinxuan’s face sank, his right palm rubbed the antique lighter, stayed silent for a long time, "You may go back!"

"Yes." Tang Yueze bowed and left the villa.

With deep silence all around, Lu Jinxuan stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and ’swished’ opened the curtains. Outside, the lights twinkled, Lu Jinxuan stood tall and straight, his gaze profound and introverted, brow tightly knitted.

His time was running short, ’him’... Can he still be found?

His brain throbbed, Lu Jinxuan raised his hand to rub his temple. His gaze fell on the hot spring pool in the yard, Lu Jinxuan subconsciously curled his lips, in his mind was that night Yu Sangwan’s distinctly fearful yet persistently stubborn look.

Long fingers pressed against his forehead, thin lips slightly parted, murmuring.

"That girl’s scent... how can it be so familiar, so steady?"