"You damn turtle!" Lin Feng's voice was cold as he continued, "Didn't you say you'd be faster than me? How come you can't even catch up in your Maserati? And you still have the gall to talk to me? Go find a cool spot and stay there! I'm warning you, Tang Rou is my woman. Stop getting any funny ideas about her, or you'll die a very ugly death!" He directed this warning at Song Cai. If this guy weren't hiding behind the status of Tang Rou's old classmate, Lin Feng would have laid him out flat long ago.

Standing nearby, Tang Rou blushed repeatedly upon hearing Lin Feng's domineering proclamation. A flush crept to the roots of her ears. She suppressed her laughter, biting her lower lip slightly as she tried to hold it back. Warmth flooded through her body. She almost squealed in excitement. This was the second time Lin Feng had asserted to others that she was his woman. The first time it was a joke, but this time he was serious.

It was then that Tang Rou's classmates began to stare at Lin Feng with surprise, and speculative conversations started to buzz:

"Is that guy actually Tang Rou's boyfriend? Does anybody know his name?"

"Who knows who he is! Isn't he too poor? He doesn't even have a decent watch. Tang Rou is so pretty; her taste isn't all that great, huh!"

"This guy only wears off-brand clothing; he certainly doesn't fit the image of a rich man. Tsk, tsk... However, Song Cai drives a brand-new Maserati! He said Song Cai couldn't catch him. Could he be driving a sports car too?"

"Could Tang Rou be supporting him? I heard her family is pretty wealthy..."

...

What a bunch of oddballs these classmates are, Lin Feng thought. No wonder Tang Rou didn't even bother introducing him. He finally understood her intentions: she was afraid he'd be disgusted by them!

"What gives you the right to say Tang Rou is your woman?" Song Cai pointed at Lin Feng, roaring in frustration and anger. "You just relied on the heavy traffic, driving that crappy Passat recklessly without fear of a collision, and you really think you can win a race against me? If you have the guts, let's race again tonight on the Gyro Mountain circuit! A race on a cleared course, just you and me, one-on-one. Do you dare?"

Before Lin Feng could open his mouth, Song Cai's buddies had already broken out in a chorus of taunting laughter.

"We thought he drove some fancy car! Turns out he was just in a crappy Passat, winning by driving recklessly through traffic and not being afraid of a crash!"

"A Passat? What brand is that? How come I've never heard of it?"

"It's a cheap car that costs less than two hundred thousand. Your family's maids drive BMWs; of course, you wouldn't know about those low-end cars!"

"Driving Tang Rou around in such a pathetic car? This guy really has thick skin, doesn't he?"

"I bet he doesn't dare race Song Cai. How can that bucket of bolts ever compete? What would he do if he got the shit kicked out of him?"

Damn it, Lin Feng fumed internally, this bunch of idiots is one more disgusting than the next!

Lin Feng's anger slowly escalated, but his smile only grew brighter. Just as he was contemplating whether or not to teach these clowns a lesson in manners, he suddenly felt a tender hand lightly holding onto his arm. Following that, Tang Rou's soft figure pressed warmly against him.

"...I am Lin Feng's woman. Stop doubting it," Tang Rou said, looking defiantly at her old classmates, her face already crimson as she tried to explain.

Did Tang Rou just openly admit to being Lin Feng's woman, using both her words and actions to defend him? How could that be possible?

Everyone was stunned, staring as if they didn't recognize Tang Rou. Was this the same shy, introverted class beauty they knew?

Lin Feng was also taken aback. He was deeply moved, knowing how much courage it must have taken for someone with Tang Rou's personality to say such a thing in front of everyone.

"So what if you really are Tang Rou's boyfriend? What kind of man hides behind a woman?" Song Cai wore a scornful expression seeing Tang Rou defend Lin Feng. However, since she had vouched for Lin Feng, he no longer had grounds to question his identity. He continued to press Lin Feng aggressively about the race, "Do you dare to challenge me one-on-one? If you think I'm bullying you, you can switch cars!"

In Song Cai's view, bullying a Passat with his Maserati would be unsporting. His offer for Lin Feng to change cars seemed generous, but he was actually thinking: I'm giving you a chance to switch cars; if you don't have a better one, that's not my problem!

"I'm a busy man," Lin Feng retorted. "Millions come and go every minute, and I can toss around hundreds of millions with a wave of my hand! But you, you're just a spendthrift, idling about all day. Apart from spending your father's money to show off, you can't do anything else. You've got plenty of time! So tell me, why should I bother racing with you? What's in it for me?" Lin Feng was taunting Song Cai, and with his choice of words, he'd subtly one-upped him, almost like calling himself Song Cai's father.

Clever Tang Rou instantly figured out Lin Feng's mischief. A shy blush crossed her face as she thought, Lin Feng is truly wicked, but I really like it!

"Brag all you want! Tossing around hundreds of millions but driving a Passat?" Song Cai, slow on the uptake, didn't realize Lin Feng was getting one over on him. "You just want stakes, right? It's a simple bet: if you win, I'll pay you one million! If you lose, you leave Tang Rou alone and never harass her again!"

This guy still hasn't given up; he's still after Tang Rou, Lin Feng thought. Well, then don't blame me for playing rough.

Lin Feng's gaze turned cold as he looked at Song Cai, yet his smile grew even more radiant. "Don't you know any normal man can 'shoot' hundreds of millions? But seeing as you like to wear pink, I guess you're not a normal man, so it's understandable if you don't get it, huh? If you're looking for a beating, I can give you a chance. But use that pig brain of yours for a second: do you really think Tang Rou is only worth one million?"

"Vulgar!" Song Cai finally caught on to Lin Feng's meaning—that any man could 'shoot' a few hundred million, referring to masturbation! Disgust showed on his face. He stared at Lin Feng and asked, "So how much do you think Tang Rou is worth?"

"In my heart, Tang Rou is priceless!" Lin Feng, with a grin that just begged to be punched, wrapped an arm around Tang Rou's slender waist and said with a sappy smile.

Tang Rou lowered her head bashfully. Lin Feng's words sounded incredibly sweet to her, filling her with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"..." Song Cai realized he'd said something foolish. Thoroughly annoyed by Lin Feng and Tang Rou's blatant display of affection, he shot Lin Feng a venomous glare before changing the subject and asking harshly, "Then what do you want to bet?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I do!" Lin Feng said with a beaming smile, his arm still around Tang Rou's slender waist. He turned and walked towards the clubhouse, casually tossing over his shoulder, "It's dinnertime. Let's get something to eat first."

As long as you agree to race, I'll make sure you stay on Gyro Mountain forever! Song Cai thought, staring at Lin Feng's retreating figure, his eyes filled with resentment. Don't you know? Underground racing is notoriously dangerous!

"Tang Rou actually picked such a tacky boyfriend! It's infuriating! Song Cai, are you okay?" Liu Yan saw that Lin Feng and Tang Rou had already entered the clubhouse and seized the opportunity to sidle up to Song Cai, asking solicitously. She had clearly noted that Song Cai hadn't brought a date!

Song Cai's intended date was Tang Rou. Since Lin Feng had shown up, he naturally didn't have one. Liu Yan, at least, was perceptive enough to grasp this.

But isn't Liu Yan a bit too plain? Song Cai thought with distaste. All that caked-on makeup couldn't even hide her freckles, and wasn't that reek of cheap perfume a bit too strong? She was simply no match for Tang Rou.

Song Cai pushed Liu Yan back a couple of steps with obvious distaste. "Stay away from me," he said coldly. "My affairs are none of your concern."

Liu Yan's face burned where Song Cai had pushed her, but she didn't dare complain to him. Instead, she directed her anger towards Tang Rou. Are all men this superficial? So what if Tang Rou has a slightly better figure and skin, and a bit more money? What's so great about her!

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