I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 90 Kowloon Racing God

Central, a high-end apartment building.

Liu Wanyi stood outside the door, listening to the faint sobs coming from inside, and sighed softly.

It's been two whole days, and this child still hasn't stopped crying. Even if everyone says women are made of water, her daughter can't possibly have this much fluid; it just won't stop flowing!

Despite Liu Wanyi's repeated questioning over the past two days, Su Xingning refused to say anything.

But this made my usually proud and optimistic daughter seem like she'd lost her soul after returning home the day before yesterday, locking herself in her room and secretly weeping.

Liu Wanyi knew without even thinking that it was related to Li Chang'an.

Seeing her daughter so depressed, Liu Wanyi felt heartbroken.

If anyone else had done this to her daughter, Liu Wanyi would have insisted on going to their home and demanding an explanation.

But it had to be that kid from the Li family—

Liu Wanyi had no way to deal with Li Chang'an and could only worry about it.

Just then, there was a knock on the living room door.

Liu Wanyi opened the door, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Nan Jia, what brings you here?"

The woman in front of the door was wearing a short, sleek black leather jacket and had a neutral-style, ear-length bob.

This neat and tidy short hairstyle is extremely demanding in terms of temperament, and most beauties would find it difficult to pull off.

But perhaps it's because Xu Nanjia was born with the deep bone structure of a British mixed-race person, with cold and deep eye sockets and a high and straight nose, that she exudes a cool and sophisticated aura like an international supermodel.

Hello, Auntie.

"Uncle Su said that Xingning has been feeling down these past few days, so he asked me to come and keep her company and offer some words of encouragement."

Liu Wanyi nodded: "Oh, Old Su asked you to come. I'm so sorry to have troubled you. Come in quickly, I'll go get you some fruit."

Xu Nanjia shook her head: "Auntie, you don't need to bother. I still have work to do later. I just stopped by to check on Xingning. There's no need for special hospitality."

Seeing this, Liu Wanyi said softly, "Then I'll trouble you, Nan Jia, to persuade her well and not let Xing Ning do anything rash."

"Um.

"Liu Wanyi watched as Xu Nanjia knocked on the door and entered Su Xingning's bedroom, then quickly walked into the study."

In the study, Su Chichuan looked up. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You still ask? Why did you send Nan Jia over at this time?"

"Isn't Nan Jia Xing Ning's good friend? Xing Ning was wronged by a scumbag, can't I ask her friend to come over and give her some advice?"

"Pah, Nan Jia's younger brother likes Xing Ning, and she has always wanted to match Xing Ning with her brother. Xing Ning had already told her a couple of days ago that she would not mention this matter again."

Now that you've called her here and she knows about Li Chang'an, won't that just lead to them trying to match them up again? — Oh, I see.

"You old bastard, didn't you use Nanjia's father's connections in the political department to get in touch with that big boss's secretary, Mr. Fu? Now you want to sell your daughter, is that it!"

Su Chichuan slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Hey, why are you talking so rudely? What do you mean by selling your daughter?"

Nan Jia's family background is a million times better than Li Chang'an's. Their family can talk to people of Mr. Fu's level. What about Li Chang'an?

He couldn't even see Mr. Fu's car!

Besides, that kid has let Xing Ning down. We can't let Xing Ning hang herself on him forever, can we?

Nan Jia's younger brother, Xu Fan, is a senior at Hong Kong University. Wouldn't it be great if they went to the same school?

"Good my ass! Don't you know that the people in the Political Department are all British-trained spies? What good can come of family members who become spies?"

"I'm definitely not staying in Hong Kong anymore; I'll be sent to a British family compound as a hostage —"

Su Chichuan's brow twitched, and he quickly covered Liu Wanyi's mouth, whispering, "What nonsense are you talking about? Your mouth, oh dear! It'll ruin me sooner or later—"

While Liu Wanyi and Su Chichuan were arguing, Xu Nanjia also managed to find out about Li Chang'an from Su Xingning.

Although Xu Nanjia had always felt that Su Xingning wasn't a good boy whenever she heard him mention this name before, he still thought he wasn't a good guy.

But she never expected that Li Chang'an would manipulate Su Xingning to this extent.

Xu Nanjia rubbed Su Xingning's pale face, sighed, and felt a mix of exasperation and frustration.

"That damn Xing, you bastard! How could you make our Xing Ning look so haggard? If God really exists, he should throw this kind of guy who plays with women's feelings into hell!"

Su Xingning quickly got up and covered her mouth.

"Don't say that about him, it's not his fault—"

Su Xingning lowered her eyes and whispered, "I've figured it out these past two days, and a lot of the mistakes are mine."

I used to think Li Chang'an was good to me, and I took it all for granted. I often didn't consider his feelings, which is why he changed.

Xu Nanjia covered her face, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"You're hopeless for being manipulated like this by a man."

"Xingning, can't we women have some self-respect? Are you really going to be obsessed with him?"

Su Xingning lowered her head and remained silent.

Xu Nanjia handed her a ticket.

"What is this?" Su Xingning picked up the ticket and noticed that it had a motorcycle-shaped pattern on it.

"A super-grand motorcycle race is going to be held in Hong Kong this weekend. It is said that the scale and scale will be on par with international competitions."

Come watch the motorcycle races then, it'll help you relax.

Su Xingning put down the ticket, sat on the bed, and hugged her long legs.

"You're probably trying to arrange this for your brother, but I'm not going."

Xu Nanjia said calmly, "I'll go too, alright?"

Su Xingning remained silent.

Helpless, Xu Nanjia took out two more tickets.

"You invite your aunt and uncle, and I'll invite some friends too. A dozen or so people will go together, okay? I'm not inviting you on behalf of that kid Xu Fan. I just want you to go and relax."

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"Thank you, Sister Nan Jia."

Seeing that Su Xingning finally accepted the ticket, Xu Nanjia couldn't help but sigh that this good younger sister was truly the most stubborn person he had ever met.

She rejected her own brother, and her rejection was watertight.

It's quite a strange thing that she acted so dramatically about that scumbag named Li Chang'an.

Xu Nanjia got up, stretched gently, revealing her slender waist with clearly defined abs.

"Okay, I have to go now. Stop crying, you hear me?"

"Okay, goodbye, Sister Nan Jia."

Xu Nanjia walked out of the apartment building, got into a van, took out a blue wig and some bottles and jars of cosmetics and began to put on makeup.

The bespectacled man driving asked, "Sister Jia, we finally managed to infiltrate the Greys' ranks." (Grey: a derogatory term for drug dealers)

They all invited us to watch the motorcycle race today, what brings you here all of a sudden? Is there some big news here too?

"Big news my foot! There aren't that many big news stories for you to film."

As an undercover reporter, Xu Nanjia skillfully applied makeup in front of the mirror, quickly concealing her outstanding looks with heavy, unconventional makeup. Then, she put on a wig and dressed up as a man.

"Hey Wei, what's the deal with tonight's motorcycle race? Why is Gray all going? Will he be able to get any interesting news footage?"

"Of course there is. Those guys said tonight is the race of that famous Kowloon Motorcycle God from Hong Kong, and everyone in the motorcycle circle is going to watch it," said Ah Wei, the bespectacled man.

"Kowloon Racing God? Quite the boast, isn't it? Did he give himself that title?"

Xu Nanjia himself has also trained in professional motorcycles and even won awards in professional races.

Hearing someone proclaim themselves the "God of Cars in Kowloon" naturally made me laugh.

"He is a rising star in the motorcycle circle. In the past two or three days, he has swept the competition points of many clubs in Kowloon and won five championships."

Within Kowloon's motorcycle community, he only then began to be called the "Kowloon Motorcycle God."

"And most importantly, he has a close relationship with Mr. Fu from Macau, who is suspected to be a young master from some prominent family."

Therefore, many motorcycle clubs were embarrassed and dared not approach him.

Xu Nanjia was applying black lipstick in front of the mirror when she heard this, and she couldn't help but become interested.

"A five-time champion, and he's connected to Mr. Fu? What's his name? I'll see if I can find out his name later."

"I think his name was something like Li Chang'an."

However, there are quite a few important people with the surname Li in Hong Kong, and it's unclear which branch of the family he belongs to.

Whoosh—

Xu Nanjia's hand trembled, and the lipstick smeared from the corner of her mouth onto her face, leaving a large black mark.

"What did you call that Kowloon racing legend?"

"Li Chang'an, Jia-jie, you don't know him, do you? Wow, he's really a young master from a powerful family, here to play around in the world."

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