Night Rose

Su Jin and Tu Ying took them to the airport. Zhou Zheng's maternal grandfather and Wang Tianle's parents had already said goodbye to them. As they were about to go on business, no one said a word that would burden them.

On the contrary, Tu Ying was preoccupied and more nervous than when she went to work.

"Will you have a place to stay when you get there?"

"What time does the plane land? Remember to let us know you've landed safely."

"You must train hard. Su Jin said she'd provide us with a race car, so you can't hold her back. You have to make sure she has nothing to say."

"Have you brought all your documents? Have you packed all your clothes? It should be much cooler there, so be sure to bring a few long-sleeved shirts."

Zhou Zheng closed his eyes, pressed them down to the sides, and made a gesture to guide deep breathing. "Alright, Boss Tu, take a deep breath. We're going to training, not for the kids to go to school. Stop talking nonsense."

Tu Ying took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He turned around and hugged Wang Tianle tightly, pressing his arm around him hard. "You're so fat! Don't get any fatter. When you get back, not only will your Sister Su scold you, but I will too!"

Wang Tianle, who had finally lost weight again, nodded vigorously, "I understand!"

After Tu Ying finished speaking, she tried to hug Zhou Zheng again, but Zhou Zheng stepped back a few paces in advance, avoiding Tu Ying with disgust.

"You... alright, take care, everyone!" Tu Ying said with a heavy heart, as he had paid for the training expenses again!

Su Jin said she would provide a car for the team, and he considered himself the team owner, so naturally he had to contribute as well. Otherwise, how could he discuss the profit-sharing ratio with Su Jin?

Zhou Zheng and Su Jin looked at each other. They had already said everything they needed to say at home, and since they had to part in front of the other people in the convoy, they couldn't be too sentimental or hug.

Zhou Zheng scanned Su Jin from head to toe with his eyes, wishing he could etch her image into his heart.

"I'm leaving."

Su Jin pursed her lips in distress, nodded hastily with her head down, and ruthlessly shifted her gaze, forcing herself not to look at him anymore.

They met at the airport, and they parted several times at the airport, always seemingly destined to be connected with the airport.

On the way back, Tu Ying drove while humming a little tune. After seeing the person off, his tension disappeared, and he could enjoy a few more comfortable days.

Su Jin returned to her home alone and felt an unusual loneliness. She turned on her computer, played music, and lay down on the bed, spending two lazy and listless days in a daze.

Even Tu Ying said she was too lazy, and that she hadn't even finished cleaning up the mess before she stopped coming to the tavern to deal with it, leaving him to handle it alone. He was grumbling on and on when Su Jin hung up on him.

Zhou Zheng told her that he had arrived in the capital. They sat in the training area, where the management was strict and the training program was very demanding, so the two of them could not send messages to each other as often as before.

Looking at the training materials he sent, Su Jin immediately got out of bed, turned on her computer, and customized a race car for him.

She has already placed an order for the production car. This time, she chose an Audi, which has a relatively large budget, as the chassis for the race car. Other parts have also been ordered online and are waiting for them to arrive.

All the orders were delivered to the tavern, and Tu Ying signed for them one by one, until a box he couldn't even pull appeared. He called Su Jin and angrily berated her, "Su Jin! Are you using me as a forklift?! What kind of junk did you buy? Are you going to build a car from a block of iron?!"

Su Jin moved her phone further away, turned off the speakerphone, and continued planning her race.

Once Tu Ying has finished venting, she will hang up the phone herself and huff and puff as she goes to move the boxes.

Once all the parts were in place, Su Jin went into seclusion at the tavern. No one was allowed to enter the garage except her. Even Tu Ying, who tried to peek, was kicked out.

The car frame was disassembled, the various parts were reinstalled, and the paint was repainted—it was a huge undertaking.

Su Jin worked day and night to finish her work, and sometimes she was even persuaded to go home by Zhou Zheng, who finished training at ten o'clock at night.

Through the internet, Zhou Zheng wiped the water droplets off his body in front of the mirror. His muscles were becoming more and more muscular, with clear lines that extended deep into his lower abdomen.

"Your figure is getting better and better, Brother Zhou." Su Jin also lay down on the bed. She was too tired to move and a little sleepy, so she squinted at the screen with one eye.

Zhou Zheng's fingers traced the lines of his abs, making Su Jin so handsome that she forced her other eye open to take a look.

"It's alright, the training intensity is quite high."

It's clear that Zhou Zheng suffered a lot over there; his skin was a shade darker from the sun, his buzz cut had grown out a bit, his arms were more muscular, and he looked more masculine.

Su Jin often overlooked his age because of his appearance; he was actually only nineteen years old.

No, I'm almost twenty.

"You...you remember to eat more..."

She spoke indistinctly, and her eyes slowly closed.

Zhou Zheng stared at the screen in silence, waiting for her to fall asleep.

The weather had already turned cool, and Su Jin covered herself with a thin blanket. She was wearing a slip dress nightgown, with her arms sticking out of the blanket and pressing it down. Her cheeks were slightly distorted, and her cute profile was facing the screen.

Zhou Zheng couldn't resist wanting to kiss it, his lips pressed against the screen, leaving a kiss that was thousands of miles away.

"Brother Zhou, why aren't you asleep yet?" Wang Tianle had also finished showering and came out of the bathroom to see his Brother Zhou seemingly breathing on the screen.

Zhou Zheng immediately pressed the microphone to mute and naturally tucked his phone under his pillow. "Go to sleep, turn off the lights."

Wang Tianle obediently turned off the light. He was yawning and rubbing his firm belly in distress. "Brother Zhou, my belly is flat now. Our training intensity is too high."

"Go to sleep, aren't you sleepy yet? We have training tomorrow." Zhou Zheng covered the light from his phone with the blanket and stared at Su Jin on the other end of the screen. He was reluctant to go to sleep and wanted to urge Wang Tianle to sleep as well.

"I'm sleepy. By the way, Brother Zhou, it's your birthday tomorrow. Do you have any plans? We're free at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Shall we go out for a meal?" Wang Tianle said, yawning.

Zhou Zheng casually replied, "Yeah, either way is fine."

With Su Jin not by his side, he could do whatever he wanted, and his temper had become more restrained.

The training intensity was really high. Even with his physical condition, he often felt tired. In particular, the targeted training for some race car drivers was the standard version that Su Jin had trained them in, and the intensity was much greater.

Su Jin still went easy on them, but for the sake of winning the Shihhara Rally, there was no room for any compromise this time.

The training was expensive, so Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle studied with all their might. The teacher also liked them very much and occasionally gave them extra help.

Sure enough, after Wang Tianle finished training in the afternoon, he wanted to have a happy meal with Zhou Zheng, but he was called away by the teacher again.

"Happy birthday, Brother Zhou! I'm really at my wit's end; the teacher won't let me leave."

"It's okay, go ahead. Should I save some food for you?" Zhou Zheng scrolled through his phone irritably.

"No need," Wang Tianle replied dejectedly.

He didn't really care that Wang Tianle couldn't make it; it was just a matter of having a meal or not for his birthday. But Su Jin hadn't sent him a message today.

Zhou Zheng's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't help but speculate.

Did she forget that today is her birthday?