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Chapter 154 Do they really think I'm their sugar daddy? (Pei Yan)
The man took off his helmet, his forehead bangs already soaked with sweat.

He squinted and looked toward the source of the sound—

The sunlight was too intense; all I could see was a slender figure walking against the light, steadily approaching me.

Pei Yan hugged the helmet to his chest, then got out of the car and quickly went to meet him.

"How did you come?"

"Come and see you."

The direct answer made Pei Yan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He muttered to himself, "What's so interesting about me..."

"It's beautiful everywhere."

"what?"

Pei Yan seemed not to have heard clearly.

Shen Zhaoyi stood on the steps, looking down at him.

Indeed, only when wearing racing suits do people become truly attractive.

She looked away, focusing her gaze on the distance, and said sarcastically, "You drive like this every day, do you know I have a lot of money and are just deliberately wasting gas money?"

"What?" Pei Yan composed himself and turned the tables on him. "You can't bear to part with it?"

"I'm willing to spend money on you."

He can easily come up with flirtatious words.

Pei Yan has gotten even darker these past few days, but you can still tell that he blushed.

Shen Zhaoyi loves teasing these innocent boys.

But Pei Yan, if you tease him too much, he'll definitely run away again.

Knowing how to maintain a proper balance, I changed the subject at the right moment, "By the way, what's the difference between yours and a regular four-wheeled vehicle?"

"Can I try?"

Pei Yan immediately refused.

"The operation is different; it's too dangerous for a novice to use it."

Seeing the disappointed look on her face, he inexplicably softened.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What kind of car did you drive today?"

Ten minutes later, the silver-gray Koenigsegg appeared on the track.

Pei Yan invited her to get into the car.

"Although it can't match the speed, it will still give you a taste of what it's like to race on a track."

Shen Zhaoyi fastened her seatbelt, but before she could react, Pei Yan had already floored the accelerator—

The intense push-back sensation instantly pinned her to the seat, and the scenery outside the window rushed past wildly.

The wind noise and the roar of the engine mixed together, making her eardrums vibrate.

"If you're scared, hold on tight." Pei Yan gripped the steering wheel, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Shen Zhaoyi is not the type to be looked down upon.

"Hurry up."

Pei Yan glanced at her sideways, his eyes darkening.

The next second, he suddenly downshifted and accelerated, and the speedometer needle soared to the redline.

On the verge of losing control, he heard the woman beside him exclaim excitedly.

And his heart was pounding wildly.

After speeding around the track for a few laps without a care in the world, Shen Zhaoyi leaned against the door as she got out of the car, trying to catch her breath.

But I still felt my legs were weak.

She now understands why there are so few racing drivers in China.

The average person's physical condition simply cannot withstand it.

Shen Zhaoyi turned her head and looked at Pei Yan standing to the side. The man had a calm expression and was casually twirling his car keys with one hand.

That's really impressive.

After a while, she told Pei Yan the main purpose of her visit that day.

"The sponsor logo will be put up in a couple of days. I've also had Xiaoyuan find someone to remake your racing suit."

Pei Yan asked instinctively, "Sponsors? Where did you find them?"

"you guess?"

Shen Zhaoyi had a sly look on her face.

Pei Yan stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly had a thought: "...It's not one of your businesses, is it?"

Does this count as "abuse of power for personal gain"?
Shen Zhaoyi clapped her hands and praised her for being clever.

But there was no reward.

Pei Yan only knew that she was rich, but he didn't know what she did behind the scenes.

They could easily come up with hundreds of millions to take over a fleet of vehicles with an uncertain future, without even caring about the profits.

It was utterly a mystery. Despite having many guesses in his mind, he knew that Shen Zhaoyi didn't actually have to do all this.

It's all because of myself that I made unnecessary investments.

A subtle, indescribable emotion gradually surfaced in Pei Yan's eyes as he looked at her.

At noon, Shen Zhaoyi stayed at the convoy for lunch.

There is a small canteen here.

After she took over, she allocated funds generously, and the meals naturally improved a lot.

Although it's not as good as eating at home, at least it's no longer the perfunctory communal meals of the past.

After finishing her meal, before leaving, Shen Zhaoyi reminded Xiaoyuan to hurry up with the things she had asked her to do.

The car was still parked on the track. As she walked over, Pei Yan followed behind.

He got into the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and gestured for Pei Yan to come over.

The man bent down and peered into the car.

Shen Zhaoyi then asked, "How have you thought about what I mentioned to you last time?"

Pei Yan asked in confusion, "What is it?"

“In my garage,” she mumbled.

The word "garage" was like triggering a switch, reopening Pei Yan's memories that had been painstakingly sealed away.

With a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, Shen Zhaoyi suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I meant the matter of you choosing a car."

"I can't drive my car every day, can I?"

Pei Yan then realized he had been tricked and angrily retorted, "I'd rather drive you!"

"Wear my clothes and use my things." Shen Zhaoyi raised an eyebrow at him. "You really think of me as your sugar daddy?"

"Yes!"

Pei Yan stared wide-eyed, resigned to his fate.

Upon hearing this reply, Shen Zhaoyi smiled even more brightly.

"Okay, when can I inspect the goods?"

This time, Pei Yan could no longer maintain his composure. He straightened up, uttered "Dream on," and turned to leave.

Looking at his retreating figure, which was exactly the same as last time, Shen Zhaoyi felt that this person was like a wild cat.

They are initially very defensive, hold grudges, and are easily teased.

But after showing goodwill, they can't help but move closer to you.

She started the car and drove off the track, humming a tune.

In the rearview mirror, Pei Yan's figure, standing still, grew smaller and smaller, but it was clear that he had turned around and was looking in their direction.

After disappearing for a morning, when I returned to the villa, Lily had already delivered all the clothes I had chosen.

Xu Meng was counting everything one by one in the living room.

Knowing that her boss had returned from the motorcade and was in a good mood, she immediately guessed that it must be related to that handsome young man.

Because this appearance is exactly the same as that time in the garage.

Shen Zhaoyi looked at the shopping bags scattered on the ground and simply told Xu Meng to find a corner to put them away for now.

We'll dismantle it when Su Ye arrives tomorrow.

I went upstairs to change into my loungewear and prepared for my afternoon nap.

Before going to bed, I found "With the Mountain" on WeChat.

When she saw Pei Yan just now, she actually thought of him.

He's just as easily teased, but he's a bit better than Shan. He's more like a house cat with his own pride. If you tease him too much, he won't run away; instead, he'll try to outdo you.

I opened the chat window and found the message from yesterday, but I still haven't received a reply.

My interest waned instantly.

He stepped outside and then asked Jiang Jiang, "What's going on between you and Lu lately?"

Without waiting for a reply, I threw my phone on the bedside table, pulled the covers over my head, and went to sleep.

When I woke up again, there were several more familiar long posts in the chat interface.

Reading through each section, the summary is simply—

The two have already met.

But the other person was a little boy.

Why is it called a little boy? Because he is not yet an adult.

The account number belonging to Lu belongs to his sister.

Although she didn't seem to be short of money, Jiang Jiang still tallied up the value of all the items and gifts she received and transferred the cash back to them after returning home.

Shen Zhaoyi hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Unable to think of any comforting words, she could only say:

Don't worry, I'm not using an adult's account to send you gifts.