Ming Yanlun had always been a carefree person, and with Ming Zhirou by his side, there was no way he would concede to the young master of the Song family.
He even went so far as to confront the Song family's young master and provoke him.
One could only imagine the situation that would arise when Ming Yanlun clashed with the Song family's young master.
Before the competition began, Ming Yanlun's car was tampered with.
He crashed.
He survived, but he was crippled, never able to race again.
His e-sports career was completely ruined.
He became utterly useless.
The luxury car, worth millions, was eventually given to Ming Yanlun as compensation.
Ming Zhirou, preoccupied with her excitement about acquiring the luxury car, couldn't wait to show it off.
How could she possibly care about Ming Yanlun, who was on the verge of death?
In the end, it was someone from the Song family who notified Ming Zheng to come and collect him.
The process of collecting him was not smooth.
In order to protect Ming Yanlun, Ming Zheng's palm was pierced by the Song family's young master.
From then on, her right hand… could no longer be as free as it once was.
Recalling the past events.
A strong ripple spread through Ming Zheng's eyes, like a vast starry sky gradually being covered by dark clouds, turning gloomy.
And at this critical juncture.
Ming Zheng's words were no different from cursing Ming Yanlun to death.
Ming Zhirou was the first to retort, "Sister, Fifth Brother is at the professional racing level. He's participated in many small international racing competitions and won quite a few championships! How can you say such a thing?"
She adopted a posture of "Fifth Brother is the best in my heart."
Her chin was raised, her face filled with indignation.
On the surface, she couldn't accept anyone questioning her Fifth Brother and was angry that Ming Zheng spoke with such an attitude, cursing her beloved Fifth Brother.
In reality, she was only worried… if Fifth Brother truly withdrew from this competition, wouldn't her luxury car worth millions be gone?
She had already boasted to her friends about owning a luxury car worth millions!
That shrew Ming Zheng must be jealous of her!
Jealous that she could make Fifth Brother risk his life for her!
But Ming Zheng's jealousy would only make herself appear more ugly!
It would only make Fifth Brother dislike her even more!
As expected, Ming Yanlun's expression immediately darkened, and fierce anger filled his eyes. "I will indeed win today's championship and see whether you die or I die!"
Ming Zheng smiled without speaking.
Ming Yanlun, furious, grabbed Ming Zhirou and left.
The world quieted down.
The air also became much fresher.
Mo Qiyu watched the group walk away and nudged her with his elbow, winking and asking, "Still not angry? Still not making a move? Still not about to deliver a face-slapping scene?!"
Ming Zheng shot him a disdainful glance, too lazy to bother with him.
Mo Qiyu nudged her again. "Let's go! We'll participate in that so-called 'Yin Yang Race'! I'll definitely help you crush the Ming family under our feet! After winning the championship, I'll give you that luxury car right in front of them!"
Mo Qiyu, immensely enthusiastic about face-slapping, was excited.
He couldn't wait to thoroughly slap those two scoundrels.
In response, Ming Zheng felt no inner turmoil.
Regarding racing…
She was actually indifferent.
To be more precise, before she went to the Ming family in her previous life, she didn't have much of a feeling for racing.
Her subsequent involvement in racing was partly because Ming Yanlun liked it.
She wanted to please Ming Yanlun, to get closer to him, to have common topics with him.
Therefore, she practiced her racing skills diligently.
However, some things cannot be achieved solely through effort.
Even with all the topics she accumulated to discuss with Ming Yanlun, it still couldn't compare to Ming Zhirou, who knew nothing about racing, with just one sentence.
Most importantly…
Before Ming Yanlun crashed.
She had only seen Ming Yanlun once.
Later, she would still occasionally race.
Because it was for stress relief.
During the race, she could feel freedom, her soul would become empty, letting go of everything.
She no longer had to deal with the Ming family's disputes, no longer bothered with obtaining the "love" of everyone in the Ming family.
For this reason, even though her right hand's bones and muscles were later injured and no longer as flexible as before, she still remained on the track, enjoying that brief period…
The joy and ease of mind and body when she detached herself from her obsession with the Ming family.
Yes.
She clearly knew long ago that after detaching herself from the Ming family, her mind and body would become very, very relaxed.
But ultimately, she couldn't bear to.
She couldn't bear to leave her biological parents, couldn't bear to leave her biological brothers.
She couldn't let go.
Nor could she overcome it.
Therefore, in the end, she paid the price for her choice with her life.
Now, reborn.
Standing in the place where she once stood.
Her state of mind was completely different.
Mo Qiyu had been watching Ming Zheng, but Ming Zheng's gaze remained fixed in the direction where Ming Yanlun had taken Ming Zhirou.
He snorted and said sarcastically, "Are you reluctant to leave the Ming family?"
Ming Zheng glanced at him sideways.
Her eyebrows were lazily raised.
There was no despair from her heart being broken by her fifth brother from the Ming family, nor was there any anger.
It was as if…
Everything related to the Ming family.
Was irrelevant.
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Ming Yanlun was likely furious.
He grabbed Ming Zhirou and walked away quickly.
He didn't even consider that Ming Zhirou was wearing high heels.
Under Ming Yanlun's forceful and rough pulling, the high heels were almost rubbing her feet raw.
Especially the strength in his wrist made her cry out.
It was precisely this cry.
That brought Ming Yanlun back to his senses.
He quickly stopped and supported Ming Zhirou's arm. "Rou'er, I'm sorry, are you alright?"
This sudden stop caused Ming Zhirou to lurch forward heavily.
Her entire face was pressed into Ming Yanlun's embrace.
Leaving a thick layer of foundation on Ming Yanlun's black jacket.
She endured it repeatedly before she managed not to curse loudly.
Instead, she tilted her head up, blinking her slightly reddened beautiful eyes, with tears lingering near her eyes, making her look incredibly pitiable.
Then, with such an appearance.
She softly shook her head at Ming Yanlun, "No, it doesn't hurt."
But when she instinctively withdrew her hand.
The red mark left by Ming Yanlun's grip was particularly obvious.
It flashed before Ming Yanlun's eyes.
"I'm sorry…"
Ming Yanlun's heart was immediately filled with guilt.
He quickly held Ming Zhirou's arm, his movements gentle and soft. "Fifth Brother didn't do it on purpose."
"It's okay, Fifth Brother. I know you were just very angry," Ming Zhirou said, shaking her head obediently. "Sister always speaks like that. Actually, she's just… she's just being so aggressive towards you because of me. Please don't hold it against her."
Ming Yanlun's guilt deepened.
He gently stroked the red mark on Ming Zhirou's arm, his eyes reddening with heartache. "She always speaks like that? So, this is how she usually treats you?"
Ming Zhirou naturally wouldn't say that before Ming Zheng had a concussion, she was like a sycophant in the Ming family.
She merely lowered her eyes, shaking her head, and answered the question indirectly, "After all, Sister is the true young lady of the Ming family. It's only natural that she hates me."