Night Rose

Su Jin looked at him somewhat dazedly, then smiled under his firm gaze, "Thank goodness you're alright."

"What could possibly happen? I trust the race car you modified." Zhou Zheng pulled her forward.

The two walked to a quieter park. It was getting late, and most people had gone home to rest. The streetlights were on, creating a warm and bright atmosphere.

"Zhou Zheng, what are you planning to do next? Are you still going to participate in the rally?" Su Jin asked softly. She secretly looked at Zhou Zheng's profile. Under the light, his nose was straight and handsome, and his eyes were firm and unwavering. He was a very reliable person, Su Jin had realized this ever since she met him.

Zhou Zheng pulled her close, his back pressed against hers, his head resting on her shoulder like a puppy. "You asked me if I'm still participating. Even if I don't, you'll still continue, right?"

"Yes, that has always been my goal. This car accident must have been a big blow to you. Some drivers find it hard to fully commit to the race after a car accident. Everyone is afraid afterward. Even if you don't feel anything now, your hands may still shake when you actually hold the steering wheel," Su Jin said.

She spoke earnestly, but the head on her shoulder kept getting in the way.

Zhou Zheng blew on the hair near her ear, making her neck itchy. Su Jin laughed and dodged him, saying, "Okay, stop messing around."

"You haven't told me the real reason yet," Zhou Zheng said.

Su Jin's struggling movements lessened; she didn't want to mention the real reason.

"You know we can't get another car, right?" Zhou Zheng said in a low voice.

Su Jin turned her head and met his deep eyes. "Zhou Zheng, in that car accident, my first fear was for your safety and Wang Tianle's safety, and my second concern was whether the car would be totaled."

It's normal for race cars to break down while working on the top chain. The company won't blame any one person for the damage; they'll just build a new one.

But with this team, Su Jin had to consider the issue of funding. Even if Tu Ying hadn't told them, Su Jin could guess that most of the sponsors had left, and even if a few were left, the funds they provided would definitely not be enough to get them a car.

"Nothing is absolute. Let's wait and see. Maybe there will be good news." Zhou Zheng hugged her tighter.

Su Jin gripped his strong arm and sighed softly, "The car is broken, but it's okay. As long as you're all alright, that's all that matters. I'm really worried about how I'll explain things to Grandpa, Uncle, and Aunt who entrusted you to me."

"Su Jin, you're not going to abandon us because of this, are you?" Zhou Zheng suddenly grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn around and look at him.

Su Jin blinked, not looking at him, but staring elsewhere, and said vaguely, "That's not possible."

"No, you have to promise. I talked to Xiaopang on the phone. As long as there's still hope, we'll definitely go to the Schalke Rally with you. He's been on leave for a whole semester. Are we just going to stop like this? You want him to go back to school and be laughed at?" Zhou Zheng shook her shoulders.

"Okay, okay! I promise, until I come up with a solution, I'll only need you guys, okay?" Su Jin coaxed him.

Zhou Zheng still felt that she wasn't taking it very seriously, thinking: Can Wu Ting hurry up and contact Tu Ying to get the money in place? That way, Su Jin won't have to worry about money so much.

Tu Ying's side did indeed welcome a "God of Wealth," but this God of Wealth didn't walk in; he was carried in. Several security guards in suits carried a grand chair, and he sat leaning back in it, his cheeks swollen and his legs wide open.

"Sorry, we're closed today. You'd better leave now." Tu Ying was in a bad mood and her words weren't very polite.

Tu Ying sat behind the bar, filing her fingernails without even lifting her eyelids.

The newcomer gestured to the security guard with his eyes, who then pulled a wad of cash from his briefcase and slammed it onto the bar counter. The heavy wad made the glasses bounce.

Tu Ying stared wide-eyed, then looked up to see the menacing-looking bodyguard. She assumed a defensive stance. "Wait, who are you? With that much money, you could go drinking anywhere!"

"My boss has something to talk to you about." The bodyguard pointed behind him.

Tu Ying stood up while maintaining a defensive posture and immediately saw the young nobleman sitting there. Everything he wore and carried was a designer brand, but his face was quite an eyesore.

"Hello." The man greeted him with a smile, but his mouth twisted and aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace and shrink into a shrimp-like shape.

"Hello... what can I do for you?" Tu Ying asked.

The man waved to him, signaling him to come over.

Tu Ying didn't move, but the bodyguards next to that man came over from the left and right, standing on either side of Tu Ying with an extremely oppressive aura. Each of them grabbed one of his arms and brought the man in front of them.

"Don't touch me!" Tu Ying tried to struggle, but the hands on his shoulders tightened, pinching his arm until it hurt.

"This is my honored guest! Are you blind? Put your dirty hands down!" the man cursed, touching his cheek.

The bodyguard immediately let go. Tu Ying was furious, but she couldn't fight back or run away, so she had no choice but to sit down on the bench.

Tu Ying secretly sized up the newcomer. The undamaged half of the newcomer's face showed that he was originally a handsome man, but she didn't know who had beaten him up like this.

"My name is Zhou Chengzhuo. If you often watch the news, you should know my name, right?" Zhou Chengzhuo said arrogantly.

Tu Ying blinked. What? Who is Zhou Chengzhuo? Can you really see his name in the news? How could someone with a name be beaten up like this?

"I……"

Zhou Chengzhuo pointed at the chair with his finger, his expression displeased.

"Ah, I know, I know! It's President Zhou!" Tu Ying smiled obsequiously, thinking that flattery could never be wrong!

Sure enough, Zhou Chengzhuo was overjoyed when he heard the words "President Zhou," and pointed at Tu Ying, saying to his subordinates, "Look how discerning he is, add some more money."

The bodyguard immediately placed the other box of money on the bar and opened it for Tu Ying to see.

Tu Ying was thrilled. He had never seen so much cash before. The bright red bills were a feast for the eyes! They were so tempting to hold!

"Mr. Zhou, are you interested in buying my little shop?"

Zhou Chengzhuo looked disgusted. "Who would want your little shop? It's in such a remote place, the decor is tasteless, and it has a weird smell. The wine is terrible too, you can't sell it."

Tu Ying's smiling mask was shattered by these critical remarks. His lips twitched. "So, what do you want? You can't be buying me, can you? I'm not going to be a gigolo."

Zhou Chengzhuo glanced at him with disdain. "You?"

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