The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

As night fell, the visibility on the racetrack became limited, and the lights of the racing cars darted through the darkness.

Jing Yi wore a racing suit, and the tightly fastened safety belt around her waist gave her a sense of protection and restraint. Sweat trickled down her cheeks under her helmet, but she had no time to care, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Jing Yi operated skillfully, and with the roar of the engine, the car shot forward like an arrow.

However, a mistake occurred on the straight section of the track. Not far away, the coach frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Through her earphones, the coach's voice came, providing real-time feedback on Jing Yi's performance and offering technical guidance.

Her arms began to ache, and Jing Yi gritted her teeth, quickly adjusting her state.

The training ended, and Jing Yi stopped the car, removing her helmet. Li Chengsheng and Jing Zeqian were waiting nearby. Seeing Jing Yi's tired face, Jing Zeqian hurried over to support her.

Jing Zeqian's brow furrowed, his eyes filled with concern, but his words were sharp. "You might as well move into Shanchi," he said. Jing Yi chuckled a few times, stretching her aching body. "This is nothing," she replied.

A racer's skill isn't judged by the best conditions. It's just that the weather has been clear recently; otherwise, Jing Yi would have specifically sought out a rainy day for training.

Still, her recent form hasn't been great.

Li Chengsheng approached Jing Yi, his eyes filled with admiration. "Yiyi, you're really amazing," he said. He had been watching Jing Yi's training sessions over the past few days, and his respect for her had only grown.

Although there were some mistakes, he still believed that even if Jing Yi didn't make the rankings in this leg, she would undoubtedly be a formidable opponent for other racers.

However, Li Chengsheng dared not say this in front of Jing Zeqian. The man might say he didn't care about Jing Yi's ranking, but if anyone dared to lose confidence first, Jing Zeqian would be the first to rush over and punch them.

Jing Yi's participation in the GT Super Cup was already common knowledge, and the internet had been abuzz with discussions.

Most of the discussions were from racing fans.

The GT Super Cup is different from other events. It is renowned and professional, a coveted goal for all racers. Achieving success in this competition would be a dazzling addition to any racer's resume.

Female racers have always been a rarity in this field, let alone making a name for themselves in such a prestigious event.

The internet was flooded with pessimistic voices.

[Why not just stick to the Champion Cup? Why humiliate yourself?]

[To be honest, I like Jing Yi, but the GT Super Cup is different.]

[Getting a second place in the Champion Cup would be good enough. Why push yourself so hard?]

[Let's be real, there are hardly any female racers in the sub-stations, let alone the main event.]

[I'm curious to see how amazing Jing Yi thinks she is. Does she think my idol isn't worthy? Haven't you heard? There are hardly any female racers.]

There were also some die-hard fans of Song Yuanye who hadn't been swayed by the recent scandals. Even after all the revelations and his disappearance for a while, a small group of fans still stood by him.

They blamed Song Yuanye's troubles entirely on Jing Yi. There had been some tension between the two before, and the racing fans' skepticism only fueled this small group of fans.

However, racing fans aren't pushovers. While they had their doubts about Jing Yi's participation, they at least respected her courage to compete in the professional Super Cup.

Not to mention that Song Yuanye had already been labeled as a problematic artist. Even if he were to participate, it would be in the accompanying Open Cup, a mere exhibition match.

How dare such a person speak up? This earned the disdain of many netizens.

[Before you mock others, can't you do some research? Your idol is in the Open Cup, a performance match.]

[What's more, he's already fallen so far, and yet there are still fans trying to whitewash him?]

[Jing Yi may not be perfect, but at least she's competing in a professional event. When did the business group become so entitled? Especially for someone like Song Yuanye, who's already fallen apart.]

[Song Yuanye, get lost! He's been milking the racer persona for years, but in reality, he's nothing! His downfall is just right; get out of here already!]

Racing fans don't care about fandom politics. They've disliked Song Yuanye for years, and this small group of fans stirred up a hornet's nest. The two sides clashed, and the racing fans easily overpowered them.

Song Yuanye's fans could only retreat in defeat.

Initially, Jing Zeqian couldn't stand it and wanted to silence those voices, but Jing Yi stopped him.

Most of the online comments came from long-time racing fans, and their concerns weren't entirely unfounded.

Since she had chosen this path, she wasn't about to let a few doubts break her.

"Alright, I'm taking her home," Jing Zeqian interrupted Jing Yi and Li Chengsheng's conversation, showing no guilt for discarding his brother.

Li Chengsheng stood with his arms crossed, watching as Jing Zeqian at least exchanged a few words with the coach. He sighed, "Am I just a useless little brother now?"

Li Chengsheng paused, and it hit him—he really was.

Ever since Jing Zeqian realized he no longer met the level required to be Jing Yi's training partner, his role had shifted from trainer to decoration...

The next day, Li Chengsheng, as usual, stood guard at the Shanchi Racetrack.

There was no way around it; his big brother had an important meeting today, so he, the useless little brother, could still contribute his last bit of warmth by watching over Jing Yi.

However, today there was another guard.

Li Chengsheng looked at the man standing not far away. He stood there like an iceberg.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His facial features were sharp and defined, with a chiseled jawline that exuded a cold and unapproachable aura. His icy gaze seemed to repel anyone who dared to come close.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, forming an invisible barrier that seemed to refuse any further conversation.

Was this Shen Huaichu from Huarui Group? Jing Yi's new boyfriend?

Shen Huaichu's eyes were fixed on the red racing car on the track, while Li Chengsheng studied him.

Li Chengsheng was curious. Just what kind of person had captured Jing Yi's heart?

Was it this icy block? Li Chengsheng pursed his lips and looked away.

On the other side, Jing Yi had finished her first round of training. She stopped the car and walked towards Shen Huaichu.

She was a bit worried about Shen Huaichu's situation. Although she hadn't heard the details, from Gu Lin's attitude and Shen Huaichu's behavior, Jing Yi could vaguely guess something.

Her breathing was still a bit hurried. "Okay, you've already seen my training today. Go home now," she said. Shen Huaichu's eyes softened slightly as he helped her tidy her hair. "I'll stay with you a little longer," he said.

Jing Yi firmly refused. "No! You'll distract me like this!" She grabbed Shen Huaichu's hand, and sure enough, his palm was already moist. This made it even more impossible for him to stay.

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