Ming Zheng hadn't even processed it yet.
She heard the surrounding gasps again.
Exclamations continued.
"Wait, wait! Am I seeing things? How… how did Ming Zheng add another hundred million!"
"Holy crap! The first time was a clumsy mistake, but the second time can't be a mistake too, right?"
"Two hundred million! That's two hundred million! What kind of lunatic is this! To bet two hundred million one after another!"
Everyone was going crazy.
Stimulated by the blinding two hundred million.
Ming Zheng: "..."
She looked helplessly at Mo Qi Yu, who had been scowling, now shaking his phone at her, a proud and expectant look on his face.
Alright.
The second bet of "one hundred million" was indeed from Mo Qi Yu, no doubt about it.
This silly guy.
He's come to Xiadu to make a living, and he's already this rich?
Casually betting a hundred million!
However, Ming Zheng's eyes curved, and her heart warmed slightly.
She knew Mo Qi Yu had heard her being mocked and had specifically spent money to support her.
It was just a bit late.
He didn't get to be the first one to support her.
Then, that first "one hundred million"…
Ming Zheng's gaze flickered slightly.
A face of unparalleled beauty appeared before her eyes.
Could it be… him?
"The pursuers of the true daughter are quite willing to spend!" Song Zhe Kun listened to the discussions around him, and even heard people saying he wasn't as good as Ming Zheng. This made his expression darken further.
His sinister eyes looked coldly at Ming Zheng, "Putting on a brave front."
"It's just a pity that today… you're all destined to lose everything!"
Just then.
A shocked voice broke the atmosphere between the two.
"Ming Zheng!"
Ming Yan Lun arrived late, driving his car.
He stopped behind the vibrant purple sports car.
Getting out, he saw Ming Zheng standing beside the sports car, and his face immediately turned ashen, "What are you doing standing here?"
Damp with sweat on his forehead, he panted heavily.
Clearly, he had realized Ming Zhi Rou was missing and was searching for her.
Now, he had timed it perfectly to drive onto the track.
However, Ming Zheng had no intention of answering him.
His brows furrowed, his gaze lingered between Song Zhe Kun and Ming Zheng for a long time, then he lunged forward, trying to grab Ming Zheng's arm.
"Why are you causing trouble? Why are you joining in the fun? Can't you be sensible!"
"Do you have a driver's license? Or rather… before you were brought back by the Ming family, had you ever seen a sports car?"
"Is it worth it to throw a tantrum at me?"
Ming Zheng sidestepped, avoiding Ming Yan Lun's outstretched hand.
Her dazzling, piercing black eyes cast a cold glance at him.
"Haven't you already anticipated this outcome since you all tried to shift the blame?"
"Why are you acting innocent now?"
"Ming Yan Lun, you claim to be unique and unwilling to be stained by the Ming family, but in your bones… you are carved with the hypocrisy and selfishness of the Ming family."
"You truly make me feel… disgusted."
Ming Zheng raised her eyebrows, smiling mockingly.
In her past life, in order to please the Ming family,
She had understood the personalities of every member of the Ming family thoroughly.
She knew very well.
How to strike the most painful blow to Ming Yan Lun's heart.
As expected, Ming Yan Lun's face turned from green to white.
The muscles in his face twitched constantly.
An embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
"I… I…" Ming Yan Lun wanted to argue.
But, undeniably.
The Song family had targeted Ming Zheng because of him.
He finally lowered his dark face, gritted his teeth, and angrily said to Song Zhe Kun, "You, the young master of the prestigious Song family, forcing a young girl who can't drive at all to race, what kind of behavior is that?"
"Oh, is the fifth young master Ming starting to care about his own sister?" Song Zhe Kun sneered, smiling sinisterly and disgustingly. "But, fifth young master Ming, have you forgotten, I said long ago that I wanted one of your sisters."
"It was you, fifth young master… who sent your own sister into my hands as an apology to me."
Facing Song Zhe Kun's mockery, Ming Yan Lun's expression grew increasingly grim.
He gritted his teeth and reached out to Ming Zheng again, "Come on! Get down! This is not a place for you to be!"
He, Ming Yan Lun, wouldn't stoop to letting a young girl sacrifice herself for him.
Ming Zheng's gaze settled on Ming Yan Lun's car for a few seconds, and she hooked her lips meaningfully, "You should worry about yourself."
She got into the car.
And closed the door.
Blocking out Ming Yan Lun's contorted face.
Song Zhe Kun also whistled and made a provocative gesture towards Ming Yan Lun, "Fifth young master Ming, good luck to you~"
Ming Yan Lun kicked a tire irritably.
This Ming Zheng…
She was utterly incorrigible!
No wonder after returning to the Ming family for a year, no one in the family liked her!
She was too disobedient.
"Fifth young master Ming! Get ready!"
Only when the referee urged Ming Yan Lun via the broadcast.
Did he sit back in his car, vexed.
Soon, the racing announcer's voice echoed through the stadium, broadcasting the race countdown.
A scantily clad beauty stood in the middle of the track, waving her small flag with the countdown.
The moment the flag dropped.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Six racing cars, like arrows released from a bow, sped towards the finish line!
The Yin Yang track was known as the junction of Yin and Yang because of its numerous sharp turns.
A slight miscalculation could easily send one flying off the track and into the abyss.
Furthermore, the further forward one went.
The narrower the track became.
Allowing only two cars to race side-by-side.
This meant…
At the first turn.
One had to create a distance from the other vehicles.
Otherwise, it would either result in flying off the track or colliding with other vehicles!
Above the track was a giant screen.
All the cameras installed along the entire track accurately tracked the whereabouts of each race car and displayed them on the big screen.
There was also a commentator providing real-time commentary—
"Currently in the lead is the no.1 contestant from the Song family racing team! Young Master Song is closely following!"
"Third place, fourth place… are also contestants from the Song family racing team!"
"Cut the camera! Cut the camera, let's see where the young girl, currently carrying a two-hundred-million bet, is ranked!"
The big screen quickly switched to a vibrant purple sports car.
And that sports car at this moment…
Was still stopped at the starting line.
Not moving at all!
Immediately, a commotion erupted in the venue.
Could this young girl actually not know how to drive?
The race had already been underway for 30 seconds!
She hadn't moved yet.
It must be known that even a few seconds in a race could create a significant gap!
Wasn't this young girl destined to lose?
Everyone's thoughts were—
How their hearts ached for that two hundred million!
And, at this moment, there was also a car stopped at the starting line.
It was Ming Yan Lun's car.
He opened the car window, his face ashen, staring intently at Ming Zheng's bright profile hidden behind the car window, and gritted his teeth, "If you're scared, admit defeat! Why pretend to be brave?"