Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 310

In the VIP section, Si Chu, dressed in a dark patterned suit, gently tapped the armrest with his slender fingers.

Sunlight shone on his sharply defined profile, and his amber pupils gleamed coldly in the refraction of the light.

"Secretary-General Si, Qinqi is finished!"

Chu Shao swung his legs, his flashy burgundy suit particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

He had a cigar in his mouth and was blowing smoke rings with a smug look on his face.

"That kid Cheng Fei got into a car accident halfway there. A billion yuan! I've really struck it rich this time!"

Si Chu suddenly stopped tapping on the armrest, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Did you hire someone to do this?" The voice was as cold as ice.

"I'm doing this for Imperial Motors and for you!"

Chu Shao casually flicked off the ash from his cigarette, a flippant smile on his face.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap suddenly landed on Chu Shao's face, knocking the cigar out of his mouth.

Chu Shao covered his face and staggered backward.

"Are you fucking crazy?"

Chu Shao flew into a rage, his carefully styled hair was ruined, and a bright red handprint quickly swelled up on his left cheek.

Si Chu slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, his eyes filled with malice.

"Even a cornered dog will jump over the wall. Pushing Qin Shi too far won't do you any good."

He leaned close to Chu Shao's ear, his voice soft yet chilling.

"If you act on your own again next time, it won't just be a slap."

On the track, the roar of engines was deafening.

Yan Lan watched as Qin Shi deftly took off his suit jacket, revealing a close-fitting black shirt underneath.

The sunlight outlined the lines of his strong back, and as he put on Cheng Fei's racing suit, the contours of his muscles were faintly visible under the tight fabric.

"Qin Shi!" Yan Lan grabbed his arm, her voice trembling.

She was wearing a light blue maternity dress today, and her protruding belly was particularly noticeable in the sunlight.

Qin Shi turned around, his slender fingers gently stroking her cheek. He wasn't wearing a tie today; his shirt collar was open, revealing his sexy collarbone.

In the sunlight, his deep-set eyes and brows were exceptionally clear: "Cheng Fei said we can't forfeit."

"But..."

Yan Lan's gaze swept towards the blue racing car, her throat tightening.

Qin Shi suddenly grabbed the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss.

As they parted, he whispered, "Trust me."

As the signal lights came on, twenty race cars shot off like arrows.

The cyan racing car from the Qin Dynasty gleamed coldly in the sunlight, with the two large characters "Qin Qi" (秦汽) on its body standing out prominently.

"Damn it!" Young Master Chu jumped up from his seat, almost knocking over his wine glass.

He stared wide-eyed at the big screen.

"This kid actually got his hands on Nick Young?"

Si Chu maintained her elegant posture, but her knuckles had turned white.

He squinted, watching the Qin Shi racing car perform a beautiful drift on the big screen, even overtaking Nick Young on the third lap.

"impossible!"

Chu Shao frantically ripped open his tie, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "My dad will kill me... ten billion..."

Si Chu suddenly chuckled softly, "He can't win."

Chu Shao suddenly turned his head and saw the strange smile on Si Chu's lips. He suddenly understood something.

"You...you tampered with the race car?"

Si Chu did not answer, his eyes unfathomable.

On the last lap, Qin Shi's race car suddenly shook violently, but its speed did not decrease at all.

Inside the cockpit, Qin Shi gripped the steering wheel tightly with his wrists.

The race car cut into the final corner at an amazing angle, and with a screeching sound of tires, it drifted across the finish line in a perfect move!

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, Qin Shi opened the car door and took off his helmet.

Sweat dripped down his angular chin, and his black hair clung messily to his forehead.

He glanced at Yan Lan beside him, a victorious smile playing on his lips. Yan Lan went to meet him, and the two embraced tightly.

Si Chu's slender fingers gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He squinted at the intact Qin race car on the track, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly.

"impossible..."

He pondered this fact repeatedly in his mind, and for the first time, cracks appeared in his cold rationality.

He clearly had someone tamper with the braking system, so why can Qin Shi's race car still maintain such speed?

Even... faster than the latest racing car developed by Imperial Motors?

Chu Shao slumped down, staring blankly at the words "Qinqi wins" on the big screen, his ears ringing.

"One billion..." The number magnified in his mind, eventually transforming into his father's furious face.

He could almost see the gloating looks in the eyes of his so-called friends when he was kicked out of his home.

"No...we have to think of something..."

His panicked gaze swept over the exit, but froze the next second as several uniformed police officers walked through the crowd toward the VIP section.

The police badge on the lead officer's chest gleamed in the sunlight, and his sharp eyes precisely locked onto Chu Shao's location.

Chu Shao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The officer's voice was calm and authoritative, "You are suspected of plotting a premeditated murder. Please cooperate with our investigation."

The moment the cold handcuffs clicked onto his wrists, Chu Shao snapped out of his daze.

He frantically turned his head to look for Si Chu's figure, only to find that the ever-elegant and composed secretary-general had already disappeared.