After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

An Ning's gaze immediately locked onto a fully armed figure among the group of drivers who were all ready to go.

The number "77" was prominently printed on his black racing suit.

Race car driver number 77 – Lu Xiyan.

Her birthday, his number plate.

An Ning's breath hitched, her swirling eyes fixed on that figure.

At that time, the roar of motorcycles on the race cars rose and fell.

With a deafening gunshot—

Racer number 77 sped along the track in his black and red motorcycle, like a cheetah, firmly holding the lead.

An Ning gripped the strap of her bag tightly, barely daring to breathe, her heart pounding in her throat.

It looked like the car was about to lurch through the corner—

"Bang—"

"Western Banquet!!!"

An Ning's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly stood up from her chair.

The driver of race car number 77 was deliberately tripped by the car behind him and fell hard. The speeding car did not have time to slow down and the driver and car flew out!

An Ning frowned, her eyes welled up with tears, and her hands trembled as she covered her mouth.

Almost the instant he fell, Lu Xiyan got up from the ground, staggered a few steps, and continued the race after confirming that the vehicle was undamaged.

At this point, the driver in first place was already one and a half laps ahead of him.

He quickly mounted the motorcycle and, employing highly difficult and risky techniques, charged forward almost recklessly—

An Ning's palms were damp; she had been crying uncontrollably.

Just when the commentator was lamenting that driver number 77 would miss out on the championship, he turned the tide against all odds with a speed that exceeded everyone's expectations!

The guide in the room was giving a passionate explanation of his techniques and movements, which An Ning couldn't understand, but she caught the phrase—"He's risking his life!"

The moment they crossed the finish line, a burst of excited screams erupted from the stadium, a testament to the thrill of witnessing this race that was a true test of speed.

An Ning stood in front of the huge screen, trembling all over, tears streaming down her face without her realizing it.

The moment the camera focused on the champion, he removed his gear, revealing a slightly pale yet still captivating face.

What An Ning saw was his body, which was being supported by others, with blood streaming from his wrist and knees that he couldn't straighten.

The scene abruptly ends, focusing on Lu Xiyan's bloody wound.

"What are your thoughts on this match, Ms. An?"

Lu Lixiao sighed softly, "Although Xi Yan has loved racing since he was a child, he is not someone who is obsessed with winning or losing. He won't risk his life for a mere championship."

He looked at An Ning's trembling back. "Miss An, you should know why he's like this, right?"

Anning's tears kept falling, and she was choked up and couldn't speak.

"In order to be with you, he was willing to give up his status as the second young master of the Lu family, sever all financial ties with the Lu family, and insist on earning money with his own hands."

"This match that put him at risk of his life, all for a mere million? Don't you find that ridiculous, Miss An?"

Lu Lixiao asked her with a heavy expression, "In the past, this million was just the price of a bottle of red wine that he would casually open, and he wouldn't even glance at it. Now, however, he has to risk his life to get it."

An Ning turned to look at Lu Lixiao, clenching her fists.

"Grandpa Lu..." she promised in a trembling voice, "I will never, ever let Xi Yan earn this money again... even if he doesn't earn any money at all, that's fine..."

Tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling yet resolute, "I won't... I won't let him get hurt again... I promise..."

Lu Lixiao sighed deeply, "Miss An, you are a smart child, and I hope you can understand my good intentions as your grandfather."

He walked slowly to An Ning, looking at her kindly. "The person standing in front of you now is not the chairman of the Lu Group, but just a grandfather who cares about his grandson. Miss An, Xi Yan can't make a living by racing for the rest of his life, much less keep working himself to the bone to support your family's bottomless pit."

"He's going to take over the Lu Group in the future; the entire Lu Group will belong to him. He's already suffered more hardships than he's ever experienced in his life since he was with you. Look at all the injuries he's covered in; isn't it all because of you? This isn't the life he should be living as the successor of the Lu Group."

Although Lu Lixiao was reluctant, he still made his point clear: "I've considered his two years with you as a rebellious period of experiencing life. Now that he's had enough, it's time for him to come back."

An Ning suddenly looked up, her eyes trembling.

Lu Lixiao nodded. "Miss An, you understand what I mean."

An Ning understood, of course, that Master Lu was reminding her that west Yan and he were from completely different worlds.

His butler took her on a long tour of the garden, just to show her the difference between her and west Yan.

The starting point of his birth is the destination she will never reach in her lifetime.

She and Lu Xiyan could only briefly intersect before returning to their own parallel paths.

An Ning lowered her eyes, and large tears streamed down her face.

A sudden pain shot through my heart, as if it were being gripped and torn apart by an invisible hand.

The pain was so intense I could hardly breathe.

In fact, she had long guessed that this day would come, but she still hoped for that tiny bit of fulfillment.

She couldn't bear to part with it.

He was a ray of light in her dark world, the only sweetness in her bitterness, how could she not cherish him?

"Grandpa Lu, I—"

"Miss An," Lu Lixiao said bluntly, not giving her a chance to plead, "As far as I know, your brother needs another surgery to fully recover. This surgery is very expensive and your family cannot afford it."

"I can see you also feel sorry for Xiyan," he asked. "I believe you wouldn't want Xiyan to risk his life racing to support you anymore, would you? But what about your brother's life? How are you going to save him?"

Lu Lixiao's words were like a sharp sword piercing An Ning's already bleeding heart.

"I have said all I have to say. If Miss An still refuses to let west Yan go, I may tell Miss An one more thing."

Lu Lixiao turned around, took a medical record bag from the drawer, and handed it to her.

An Ning opened the door with trembling hands, then suddenly gasped, "west Yan... almost died?"

"That's right," Lu Lixiao said. "When Xi Yan was eighteen or nineteen, he developed fulminant myocarditis due to his obsession with racing and his training day and night. He suffered severe heart failure within just two hours and narrowly escaped death. Since then, our family has never allowed him to train day and night again."

Meeting her incredulous gaze, Lu Lixiao continued, "But Miss An, just last month, he suffered another bout of myocarditis at the competition venue. Even as he collapsed in pain, he was still answering your call and comforting you!"

An Ning shuddered, her face turned as white as paper, and she staggered back two steps.

She knew nothing; Lu Xiyan had never told her any of this.

"Is Miss An's so-called love for him just about taking my grandson's life?"

"Miss An, west Yan has done so much for you, he doesn't owe you anything." Lu Lixiao took two steps back, looking at her with sincere eyes, "I beg you to spare my grandson."