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

Jing Yi was busy persuading Shen Huaichu to go back when Li Chengsheng walked up with deliberate steps.

"Mr. Shen, nice to meet you for the first time," Li Chengsheng said with a slight raise of his eyebrows, extending his right hand.

Shen Huaichu glanced at him, noting the red-haired kid—Li Chengsheng—who was the subject of his aunt's niche ship. A few keywords quickly formed in his mind. Seeing the challenge in the other man's eyes, he extended his hand. "Hello, Jing Yi's boyfriend, Shen Huaichu."

Li Chengsheng rolled his eyes inwardly. The ice block had quite the possessiveness. He forced a smile. "Hello, Jing Yi's good friend, Li Chengsheng."

Self-introduction? Who couldn't do that? After all, they were only off by one word.

Jing Yi looked at the two of them curiously. It was just a greeting, but why did it feel like a declaration of war?

"Chengsheng, you don't need to listen to my second brother and stay with me. I have a coach here, so you should go back too."

At the mention of this, Jing Yi felt like rushing to Jing Zeqian's office, grabbing his collar, and asking him why he had to assign someone to watch over her.

Moreover, Jing Yi felt a bit guilty. She almost had no time to spar with Li Chengsheng and the others, so Li Chengsheng's "standing stance" really was just standing.

From Li Chengsheng's perspective, it wasn't sparring; it was one-sided crushing. Especially after Jing Yi's intensive training, her racing actions had become instinctive, making it even harder for them to keep up.

However, Li Chengsheng didn't mind. He quite enjoyed being around Jing Yi and now saw her as half a sister. He didn't mind watching her train, or even practicing sparring with her...

Well, maybe he'd think about that.

But Li Chengsheng wasn't about to leave. His older brother had instructed him to take good care of Jing Yi. If she needed anything, he could arrange for it immediately.

If Li Chengsheng were a sparring partner, Shen Huaichu couldn't say much.

But since this red-haired guy wasn't a sparring partner, Shen Huaichu believed he could easily replace this "decoration."

The three of them found themselves in an inexplicable standoff.

When Jing Zeyou arrived, he saw this scene.

He raised his wrist to check the time, raising an eyebrow. He thought he was early, but it seemed the racing track was already quite crowded.

Jing Yi sighed, looking up at the two of them with a fake smile. "Listen, while I'm still calm, all of you should leave now."

Li Chengsheng's face stiffened. Fine, he'd better leave smoothly and gracefully than be carried out.

Shen Huaichu's expression shifted slightly. He had wanted to say a few soft words to Jing Yi, but seeing her expression, he knew.

There was no room for negotiation.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. "Alright, I'll call you after your training." Jing Yi finally seemed satisfied. "Good boy!"

Shen Huaichu's lips curved upward, and the helplessness in his eyes became more evident.

As Jing Yi was speaking, she noticed Jing Zeyou had arrived and smiled, waving at him.

"Big Brother, help me out and take these two away!" She didn't think it was strange to assign her brother work as soon as he arrived.

Jing Zeyou had been standing there, leisurely watching the scene, not planning to intervene. But when Jing Yi spoke, he stepped forward.

"Go ahead, leave it to me."

Jing Yi smiled even more happily, handing the two over to Jing Zeyou and heading off to train with peace of mind. As she left, she muttered, "Honestly, what's the point of having so many mascots at the racing track? They can't help me win the championship."

Shen Huaichu, Li Chengsheng: ...

A hint of amusement flashed in Jing Zeyou's eyes as he turned to Li Chengsheng, speaking casually. "Chengsheng, shall I give you a ride?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Li Chengsheng instinctively shrank his neck, forcing a smile. "No, no! Zeyou Brother, I can go back myself! No need to trouble you."

The urgency in his words was evident, fearing that if he refused too late, Jing Zeyou would personally send him home.

Li Chengsheng had always been a bit afraid of Jing Zeyou. Besides his parents constantly holding Jing Zeyou up as an "exemplary model," there was also an inexplicable sense of being dominated.

Jing Zeyou didn't insist. He indeed had something to discuss with Shen Huaichu.

"Alright, be careful on your way back."

"Yes, yes, yes. Take your time, Zeyou Brother!"

Li Chengsheng forced a smile, ready to leave the "battlefield." As he left, he glanced at Shen Huaichu, his eyes filled with sympathy.

He should have known better than to give him a hard time. Now it seemed being Jing Yi's boyfriend wasn't so easy.

Shen Huaichu: ...What's there to look at? Can't you see I'm talking with my future brother-in-law?

Li Chengsheng slipped away like greased lightning. Jing Zeyou glanced in Jing Yi's direction before revealing his true purpose.

"Shall we talk?"

"Sure."

Shen Huaichu also looked in Jing Yi's direction before following Jing Zeyou out of the racing track.

Jing Zeyou was never one for roundabout conversations, finding them a waste of time.

"You're worried about Jing Yi?"

Shen Huaichu froze, his fingers slightly tightening. He thought he had hidden it well enough.

As the date of the GT Super Cup drew closer, Shen Huaichu's anxiety deepened, and he felt it himself.

Jing Zeyou rubbed his wristwatch, smiling faintly. "No need to be nervous. You're her boyfriend; feeling anxious and worried is only natural. We are too."

After Jing Yi started training, her family worried not only about her getting into an accident on the track but also about her body being overworked from the intense training. But none of them worried as much as Shen Huaichu.

He seemed more like he was afraid.

Shen Huaichu didn't feel any more relaxed. "Yes, I'm very worried about her." He was waiting for Jing Zeyou to get to the real point.

The two had reached the edge of the racing track, and the sound of the cars gradually faded, leaving only the sight of the red car.

"Have you seen her recent training reports?"

Jing Zeqian would regularly communicate with the coach about Jing Yi's training progress, and while Jing Zeyou didn't know much about racing, he could read the data. Jing Yi's recent training data wasn't very good.

In short, she might be facing some kind of bottleneck.

Jing Zeqian was also anxious but didn't dare say anything, fearing it would add to Jing Yi's pressure. But Jing Zeyou had picked up on something from their conversations.

It wasn't a technical bottleneck; it was a change in Jing Yi's emotions.

The two men watched the distant red racing car. Shen Huaichu's pale lips pressed together slightly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Jing Zeyou didn't mind, continuing. "Of course, I'm not saying you need to understand it to this extent. It's not your responsibility. And comparatively, as a boyfriend, you're doing fine."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming more serious. "However, Shen Huaichu, you're affecting her."

Perhaps Jing Yi herself hadn't noticed, and Shen Huaichu hadn't either. They were just doing what they normally did.

One was training as usual, the other was accompanying his girlfriend as usual.

In that moment, Shen Huaichu felt a chill run through his entire body.