Feng Yuan’s shrill chirps traveled into Li Ting’s ears through his helmet. The latter raised his brows slightly, the noise distracting him so much that even his foot on the accelerator loosened a little.
“Little Fat Chick, what are you chirping for?”
Li Ting’s hands held the steering wheel firmly, his eyes staring straight ahead without the slightest glance aside, yet his mouth didn’t forget to talk to Feng Yuan: “Don’t tell me you don’t trust my driving skills?”
It wasn’t that Feng Yuan didn’t trust his driving skills; it was that he didn’t trust his car!
Seeing that Li Ting had no intention of stopping, Feng Yuan quickly ducked his head down and started tugging at the seatbelt with his little claws.
He had decided. He would undo the seatbelt himself and fly out.
But Feng Yuan was too young, and his body wasn’t light enough. In fact, he still couldn’t fly.
He couldn’t take off. At most, like a little yellow chick, he could flap his wings and dart forward a couple of times.
Under Feng Yuan’s pulling at the seatbelt, Li Ting was completely distracted.
Right now, his position is first place.
But with Feng Yuan’s disturbance, he couldn’t focus enough to keep accelerating.
Just as he frowned, trying to gather his concentration to face the next upcoming curve—the one nicknamed “the Gates of Hell”—his ears finally picked up sounds beyond the wind and the chirping.
It was the abnormal friction of the tires and an unusual sound from the chassis.
Both sounds were extremely faint.
On the dashboard in front of him, Li Ting didn’t see any warning indicators, but he trusted his ears!
“Little Fat Chick, sit tight!”
The Gates of Hell curve was already right before his eyes, but Li Ting’s discovery of the malfunction still came a little too late.
His gaze darkened. While easing off the accelerator, he was at the same time calculating the point of impact.
A crash was unavoidable. But at the very least, he could keep their lives safe.
“Bang——”
The violent collision was deafening. Feng Yuan’s two trembling little claws, in the end, still couldn’t manage to unfasten the seatbelt.
However, the pain he had expected never came.
At the instant of the crash, Li Ting twisted his body sideways and scooped the little round bundle tightly into his arms.
Feng Yuan wasn’t hurt in the collision.
But he was utterly terrified.
As the car crashed, thick white smoke suddenly began billowing out from some unknown part of it.
“Chirp!”
Feng Yuan was choked by the smoke and began coughing.
His little body slowly wriggled free from the seatbelt, but he couldn’t get out from under Li Ting, who was still pressing down on him.
He chirped and chirped, calling for Li Ting to get up.
But as he called, his round little body suddenly froze.
“Chirp?”
Y-you… you’re bleeding?
Feng Yuan’s black-bean eyes widened in panic as he stared at the blood dripping onto his own body. He struggled to lift his tiny head, trying to look at Li Ting.
Blood was flowing from Li Ting’s body, even from his neck.
He also seemed to have lost consciousness.
Seeing him lie there motionless, as if dead, Feng Yuan’s little head felt as if it had been struck by lightning.
“Chirp, chirp-chirp!!”
Feng Yuan’s black-bean eyes welled with tears as he desperately clawed himself out, then used his tender little beak to tug at Li Ting’s clothes.
He wanted to drag Li Ting out.
The thick white smoke filling the car was a clear sign that fire would soon break out.
Unconscious, trapped inside the car, Li Ting looked like he was doomed.
Another racecar passed by the curve, but the driver didn’t stop for even a moment.
He seized the chance and overtook them.
He was a racer the boss valued highly. Toward Li Ting, the boss’s well-known archenemy, he couldn’t wait for the man to just die here.
If this person really died, once the boss was happy, maybe he’d even get some extra reward.
The racer rumbled away with a roar.
Feng Yuan was so anxious that tears pattered down nonstop. His whole body of downy feathers was stained with blood and the dust from the ground, making him look filthy and utterly wretched.
At this moment, if he didn’t care about Li Ting and just ran away on his own, he wouldn’t be in any danger.
But he didn’t leave.
After brewing for two minutes, the white smoke impatiently gave birth to flames.
The instant he smelled the fire, Feng Yuan squeezed his black-bean eyes tightly shut, and with his short, chubby little wings, he firmly shielded Li Ting.
He was too small. Even with his whole little body pressed on top, he could only cover Li Ting a little.
But even though his protection was limited, even though he was trembling in fear, the brave little chick still resolutely spread his short, plump wings wide, without the slightest bit of holding back.
“Yuan Yuan!”
Just as Feng Yuan was holding out his short, chubby wings, waiting for the flames to rush over, a familiar voice came from far to near.
It was Daddy’s voice!
The little one who had been trying so hard to act strong just a moment ago instantly couldn’t keep up the act anymore once he heard Daddy’s voice.
He opened his tearful black-bean eyes. With his little voice, already hoarse from the smoke, he chirped back in response to Daddy.
Phoenixes are not afraid of fire.
But Feng Yuan was too small. He was still afraid of car accidents, of fires.
Hearing his son crying and chirping, Feng Qi’s eyes reddened with heartache.
Li Sheng drove the car up close.
Before the car had even come to a full stop, Feng Qi pulled the door open and got out.
“Feng Qi, it’s dangerous!”
Seeing Feng Qi striding straight toward the burning car without even turning his head, Li Sheng quickly got out and stepped forward to grab his wrist.
“Get out of my way!”
When Feng Qi saw him pulling him back, he assumed he was trying to stop him.
To Feng Qi, Feng Yuan was his very lifeblood. To block him from saving Feng Yuan, naturally, Feng Qi wouldn’t have any good temper left.
Even after being harshly scolded, Li Sheng wasn’t angered.
“You step back, leave it to me.”
Li Sheng shoved him back, then strode forward in big steps, reaching the burning car in just a few seconds.
As soon as he arrived, he saw the filthy, pitiful little Feng Yuan.
“Chirp.”
Feng Yuan also saw him, and with tears still in his eyes, he called out once.
Li Sheng took off his jacket, bent down, and scooped up the dirty little chick. He wrapped him in the coat and tossed him back to Feng Qi behind him.
After tossing the chick, Li Sheng didn’t pause. He pried open the deformed front seat that was trapping Li Ting with his bare hands.
The entire car was being scorched by the blazing heat, every inch of it searing hot.
Li Sheng seemed completely unaware of the burning pain, using terrifying strength and arm power to forcibly tear the car apart and drag Li Ting out from inside.
While he was dismantling the car, Feng Qi had his head lowered, carefully checking over the little one bundled in the suit jacket.
The pitiful, disheveled-looking Feng Yuan was inspected thoroughly from head to toe by his dad.
“Chirp chirp.”
Dad, I’m not hurt.
Sniffling, Feng Yuan chirped, “He pressed me underneath his body, so I’m fine.”
The “he” Feng Yuan referred to was Li Ting.
When Feng Qi saw how pitifully his little one had been tormented, his heart inevitably shifted some resentment onto Li Ting.
But Feng Yuan kept chirping and chirping, speaking up for Li Ting.
Amid Feng Yuan’s chirps, Li Sheng carried his unconscious younger brother in his arms and brought him to the medical vehicle Luo Pu had summoned.
Luo Pu, the boss of the underground racetrack, was also the one who had a wager with Li Ting.
He and Li Sheng had never met before, but both already knew of each other.
Once Luo Pu arrived, the medical vehicle carried Li Ting off toward the Li family’s hospital.
Luo Pu himself stayed behind.
His gaze was fixed directly on Li Sheng. Regarding Li Ting’s condition, he seemed not the least bit apologetic.
His hands were in his pockets, his posture looking leisurely and natural.
“President Li, your younger brother flipped his car. As for the bet between him and me, I’m afraid he—”
“Boss Luo, don’t be so quick to draw conclusions.”
Li Sheng stood beside Feng Qi. He had given his jacket to Feng Yuan, so right now he wore only a white shirt on his upper body.
And after prying the car apart with his bare hands just now, a few buttons of Li Sheng’s white shirt had popped open.
His lean, strong chest was faintly visible through the shirt, while the exposed part of his arm, with its muscular lines, silently displayed his hidden explosive strength.
His gaze swept lightly toward the car.
“Li Ting has been racing for so many years. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to make such a low-level mistake and crash.”
“I’ll have someone check his car.”
Though Li Sheng and Li Ting didn’t get along, if Li Ting were really murdered right under his nose, Li Sheng’s reputation would be worthless.
Listening to Li Sheng’s words, Luo Pu’s peach blossom eyes lifted slightly: “The one who did the maintenance on Li Ting’s car was our racetrack’s best technician—”
Here, Luo Pu’s tone suddenly paused.
He seemed to have thought of something, and didn’t continue on that topic.
“President Li, you should know our racetrack’s rules.”
A race held on the same day must be settled the same day. No matter which side encounters an act of force majeure that prevents them from racing, it still counts as that side’s loss.
“On the racetrack, luck is also very important. Clearly, Li Ting’s luck just wasn’t enough.”
According to the rules, even if there was a problem with Li Ting’s car, he would still need to race again.
But Li Ting had been sent to the hospital. There was no way he could come back today.
Li Sheng’s deep, dark eyes betrayed no emotion. Staring at Luo Pu’s face for a long moment, his thin lips finally spat out a few words: “I’ll race.”
Luo Pu: “?”
Raising a brow, Luo Pu said, “President Li, I didn’t mishear you, did I? You’re saying you want to race in Li Ting’s place? I’ve never once heard that you could even drive a race car.”
Although Luo Pu had never met Li Sheng before, he had heard of his name.
Li Sheng’s businesses were vast and numerous, spreading across all walks of life and industries.
Luo Pu had once looked into them in passing. After doing so, he’d been shocked in his heart.
To him, Li Sheng was always someone at the very pinnacle of the business world’s pyramid, a top leader.
He couldn’t bring himself to picture such a successful man of power as a racecar driver.
The doubt and probing hidden in Luo Pu’s words didn’t stir even the slightest reaction in Li Sheng.
He made a phone call.
Moments later, a modified race car was delivered before him.
The instant this car appeared, it forcefully seized Luo Pu’s gaze.
“So cool. This car’s modifications are absolutely stunning. Looks to me like Roli’s craftsmanship.”
Luo Pu gazed at the racecar, a trace of obsession flashing through his eyes. “President Li, could you sell me this car? Name whatever price you like.”
Li Sheng pulled open the car door, casting him a cold, indifferent glance without saying a word.
He didn’t speak, yet Luo Pu could still read his meaning.
Not for sale.
Not short of money.
Understanding that, Luo Pu regretfully gave the car another long look.
“President Li, this round, I’ll race against you.”
He got into his own racecar as well. Before rolling up the window, he gave Li Sheng a slight smile. “President Li, I admire your courage, but on the racetrack, I won’t go easy on you.”
Li Sheng had no need for anyone to go easy on him.
The two of them set the track, and its difficulty was in no way lower than the previous one.
Seeing Li Sheng in the race car, Feng Yuan, who had been lying in Feng Qi’s arms, suddenly sat upright.
He looked at Li Sheng, then at Feng Qi, his black-bean eyes showing a bit of fear.
“Chirp chirp.”
The bad father is in the car.
Feng Qi gave a quiet “mm” in reply, slowly and leisurely cleaning the feathers of his precious little one.
He didn’t spare even an extra glance for Li Sheng.
Before setting off, Li Sheng did glance once at Feng Qi.
And just like that, the new race began.
Feng Yuan watched as the car whooshed and vanished from sight, his little body bouncing up in excitement. His gaze followed the direction of the car, watching with utmost focus.
He was watching the car, while Feng Qi was watching him.
Qin Xun, being considerate, brought over a damp towel and a water bottle, helping Feng Qi clean up Feng Yuan.
No one knew how much time had passed.
At last, Feng Yuan was washed clean and tidy. His little eyes, still glancing toward the racetrack, spotted the first car coming back.
“Chirp!”
It’s the bad father!
When he saw the first car, Feng Yuan’s black-bean eyes lit up: “Bad father won!”
This race was one full lap.
That meant whoever returned first was the winner.
Li Sheng drifted the car in a perfect slide, bringing it to a steady stop.
Luo Pu came back several dozen seconds later.
As he stepped out of his car, the smile was completely gone from his peach blossom eyes.
His gaze was locked firmly on Li Sheng, and in his eyes was a deep chill.
The humiliation of being suppressed throughout the race had left the once-confident Luo Pu feeling very displeased.
Although his face looked ugly, Luo Pu still abided by the agreement.
He waved a hand, signaling someone to drive his racecar away for repairs.
Then he turned to Li Sheng and said, “A bet is a bet. I’ll honor my wager.”
Without the slightest hesitation, he directly took out his phone and sent an address to Li Ting.
Once matters with Luo Pu were settled, Li Sheng drove the car, taking Feng Qi and the two little ones away.
In the five-seater car, no one sat in the front passenger seat.
Feng Qi held Feng Yuan in his arms, Qin Xun sitting beside them in the back row.
Qin Xun held Feng Yuan’s little claws, feeding him all the small snacks he had in his pockets.
After the fright Feng Yuan had suffered in Li Ting’s car, even back on Daddy’s lap, he was still a bit listless.
“Chirp.”
I want water.
Having been fed too many snacks by Qin Xun, Feng Yuan lifted his little head, asking for water.
Seeing this, Qin Xun hurriedly passed him some water.
After drinking, Feng Yuan lay sprawled on his daddy’s lap, his little head resting on Qin Xun’s hand, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
This nap of Feng Yuan’s lasted quite a while.
He slept straight from daytime all the way into the night.
When he woke up, he was no longer in the tiny twenty-square-meter shack on Huasheng Street, but in Li Sheng’s villa. Just the single residence alone sat on six hundred square meters, not even counting the garden.
The room he slept in had its lights turned off, leaving it pitch dark inside.
“Chirp.”
Daddy.
Afraid of the dark, Feng Yuan opened his beak weakly and sat up on the bed, chirping softly.
While he chirped on his new bed, in the next room, Li Sheng was also still awake.
Leaning against the headboard, Li Sheng was reading a small booklet.
This booklet had been personally written by Feng Qi.
Its contents were detailed and plentiful. The entire thing was a guide for Li Sheng on how to raise the little one.
Guideline One: Please quickly learn to understand Yuan Yuan’s chirps, so you can properly care for him.
Guideline Two: Please spend as much time with Yuan Yuan as possible every day, to help him transform sooner.
Guideline Three: Yuan Yuan is afraid of the dark. Under no circumstances should he be made to sleep alone.
When Li Sheng turned to Guideline Three, the expression on his handsome face froze for a few seconds.
Then, still in his sleepwear, he got out of bed.
The lights in the hallway turned on.
Expressionless, Li Sheng walked to the next room, opened the door, and then—
He was met with a crying, pitiful little bald-feathered chick.
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