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Chapter 175 Your sister is dating Huo Jingcheng
Su Ruoyun's vision went black, and she instinctively took a step back to close the door, but suddenly bumped into a wall of people behind her, who steadily supported her.

"What's so coincidental?"

Huo Jingcheng's voice enveloped her from behind.

"Isn't it a coincidence to run into a young couple on a date?" Min Qinwen raised his chin arrogantly, loosened his shirt cuffs, unbuttoned his cuffs, and folded the sleeves up a few times to reveal a section of his fair forearm.

Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Min Qinwen glanced at him, a smirk playing on his thin lips, seemingly emboldened. "What, you want to kill someone to silence them?"

Huo Jingcheng remained completely calm, gently turning Su Ruoyun's tense face towards him and placing a soothing kiss on her smooth forehead. "Go back first."

"And what about you?" Su Ruoyun grabbed his suit jacket and twisted it a few times.

"I'll take care of him."

Min Qinwen: "..."

Su Ruoyun subconsciously glanced at Min Qinwen, and finally, still feeling uneasy, kept turning back to look at him with every step she took, her high heels clicking on the marble floor.

Of the remaining two, Min Qinwen crossed his arms over his chest, while Huo Jingcheng leaned against the wall to the side.

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Su Ruoyun saw Min Qinwen again the following evening.

Min Qinwen loves cars, and his trip to Beijing wasn't for a blind date as rumored, but for a motorcycle race.

The summer night wind, warm yet slightly dry, is like an invisible fire, igniting the restlessness in the hearts of racers, and the fire burns ever brighter, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

As night fell, lights began to appear faintly on the hills behind Beijing. Bright white lights illuminated the track, where dozens of motorcycles were parked, creating a real-life version of "Fast and Furious."

The participants in the competition were all from wealthy families, and several patrol cars and ambulances were waiting nearby in advance in case of any accidents.

Off the field, a group of competitors were preparing for the competition, and one figure stood out.

Min Qinwen was wearing a black and white motorcycle suit and a helmet. The motorcycle suit revealed his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and outlined his long legs.

Beside him was a cool Kawasaki Ninja H2 motorcycle, with a black body and bright green stripes, giving it a mechanical feel.

He stood there casually, exuding an air of haughty arrogance, a presence that was both disdainful and controlling of everything around him.

Su Ruoyun, wearing a baseball cap that covered most of her face, leaned against the roadside railing, clinging to Huo Jingcheng's shoulder.

Few people don't yearn for the wind and passion.

The match ended at 8 p.m., and the crowd in the stands gradually dispersed.

Min Qinwen was in high spirits after winning the match. He took off his helmet and threw it to the bodyguard next to him. Another bodyguard handed him a bottle of water that had been twisted open.

A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, which he didn't wipe away. He walked straight toward Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun, raising an eyebrow at Su Ruoyun like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

"Little sister, am I handsome?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng scoffed coldly, but Min Qinwen didn't care at all. Instead, he winked at Su Ruoyun in an ambiguous way.

Since the track was Min Qinwen's home turf, Su Ruoyun naturally wouldn't be so oblivious as to deny it. Instead, she smiled and went along with him, simply saying "Handsome."

Min Qinwen gave Huo Jingcheng a satisfied look.

Taking advantage of his excitement, Su Ruoyun spoke up, trying to get closer to him, "Brother, can I ride your motorcycle once?"

She was itching to watch all five matches.

The next second, Min Qinwen pretended to be dumbfounded, looking around as if to say, "Huh? Su Mingyan isn't here. Who are you calling 'brother'?"

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Under Huo Jingcheng's watchful gaze, Min Qinwen reluctantly lent his beloved car to Su Ruoyun, reminding her with concern, "Be careful, this is my precious car."

"Okay, okay," Su Ruoyun replied softly as she boarded the motorcycle, her slender, straight legs gleaming in the darkness.

In today's popular parlance, it would be described as "glowing white".

Huo Jingcheng thought she was going to ride around the mountain road, so he took a few steps to the side and made way for her.

Unexpectedly, Su Ruoyun raised her hand and patted the seat behind her, then lifted her long eyelashes with hope and looked at him.

Min Qinwen, holding a mineral water bottle, tilted his head back and took a few gulps. Seeing this, he said, "Little sister, you're very brave. You even dare to give someone a ride."

Huo Jingcheng held onto the handlebars of the Kawasaki Ninja H2, straddled it with his long legs, and sat steadily on either side of her, then flipped over and sat behind her.

"You've got some nerve, Little Bamboo."

He took the helmet that Min Qinwen handed him and carefully put it on her and himself.

He was a head taller than her, and when he lowered his head to speak, his thin lips brushed against her earlobe almost imperceptibly. Su Ruoyun flinched and then turned the key, started the motorcycle, and the engine roared.

The scorching heat, accompanied by deafening noise, raged all over my body, making my blood boil and surge.

Huo Jingcheng's hand suddenly wrapped around and tightened, binding Su Ruoyun's slender waist. Then he leaned his whole body against her, like a wild beast coiling behind her.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle sped off into the night like a wild horse.

Driving at breakneck speed from the outskirts of Beijing, passing through the iconic buildings of the city's CBD, the night wind rustles in your ears, and the dense cluster of skyscrapers rushes past like a movie in fast motion.

Her bangs were ruffled by the night wind, blocking Huo Jingcheng's view, so he simply turned his head and leaned on Su Ruoyun's shoulder. He could see all the lights of the city reflected in her clear eyes.

The car's taillights resembled flowing golden light and shadow, the windows were lowered, and the car radio played familiar Cantonese music.

Sweetly running with your loved one in the wind.
Shout out loud, for your love has made this life worthwhile.

A simple "you do"

A simple "I do"

There are no regrets after such a love story.

……

On the other side, the Hengfeng Building.

Su Mingyan is still working overtime to handle her work.

Assistant Peng Ran walked into the office with an email in her hand.

Sometimes government approvals, company replies, etc., are sent via email. However, the EMS email in his hand did not have a government seal or a company name.

Looking at the sender's name on the package, Peng Ran felt troubled, unsure of what to do.

"Mr. Su."

Su Mingyan looked away from the cold light of the computer screen. "What's wrong?"

"It was an EMS email, and I don't know who sent it," Peng Ran said.

Upon hearing this, Su Mingyan leaned back lazily in his office chair, casually resting his right hand on the armrest, and took the email from Peng Ran with his left.

His gaze fell on the four words printed in the sender's name field: "[Your Friend]".

Su Mingyan frowned almost imperceptibly, silently scrutinizing him for two seconds.

Just when Peng Ran thought Su Mingyan was going to treat it as spam, Su Mingyan raised his hand and carefully tore open the seal along the opening.

Inside was a folded piece of white paper.

With his long fingers twirling a thin layer, Su Mingyan slowly peeled it off, revealing a line of printed text.

[Your sister is dating Huo Jingcheng.]
On Qixi Festival, only President Huo didn't laugh.
One more chapter will be added.

Quiz: Who sent this email?

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Sweetly running with your loved one in the wind.
Shout out loud, for your love has made this life worthwhile.

A simple "you do"

A simple "I do"

There are no regrets after such a love story.

……

— Shirley Kwan, "A Rare Lover"