Chapter 15

"Cheng Yu!" Seeing Cheng Yu walk toward Wu Zhengtao step by step, Cheng Shao worriedly gripped his shoulder and whispered, "You promised Grandpa and Grandma you wouldn't fight anymore."

"Relax." Cheng Yu turned his head, signaling Cheng Shao to let go. He even gave him a reassuring smile before walking up to Wu Zhengtao with his hands in his pockets, the corner of his lips curling slightly. "Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world."

"You don't seriously think that knowing how to turn a steering wheel, hit the brakes and gas, and drive a couple laps means you know how to drive, do you?"

Wu Zhengtao was intimidated by the force Cheng Yu suddenly exuded. He instinctively took half a step back, then puffed out his chest and stepped forward again. "What else would it mean? What brilliant insight does Princess Qianqian have?"

Cheng Yu gave a scornful laugh, walked around to the other side of the sports car, opened the door, and slid into the driver's seat. "Do you have champagne?"

The club owner had also been drawn over by the commotion. Cheng Yu's overbearing presence had clearly kept him from realizing that he was underage. Hearing the question, he stepped out of the crowd, bent over the open car window, and asked with an interested smile, "Of course. Do you need some?"

"I need a prop box with a bottle of champagne on top," Cheng Yu said, pointing at a bend at the front of the track.

The club owner raised his brows and gave a slight bow. "My pleasure."

The club owner snapped his fingers, signaling the staff to fulfill Cheng Yu's request, then cleared the spectators away from the area. He even had the cameraman turn on the big screen. At last, he asked curiously, "Can you tell me what you're planning to do?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Cheng Yu said blandly. Wu Zhengtao, who had finally snapped out of it, hurried to the driver's side and stared nervously at Cheng Yu. "Fuck, what are you doing? Don't do anything rash. Don't wreck my car."

"It's a five-million sports car. I can afford to pay for it if I wreck it." The moment Cheng Yu finished speaking, he shifted gears and slammed on the gas. The bright red sports car shot forward with a roar amid the cheering screams around it. As it rounded the first bend, the rear wing barely grazed the champagne bottle atop the prop box.

In an instant, everyone seemed to hear a sharp pop beside their ears. They watched as the champagne cork flew into the air and golden liquid burst out in a spray.

"Wow!" The entire venue erupted. Whether they were members gathered by the track or spectators lingering in the stands, everyone rose to their feet involuntarily, throwing both hands high overhead as they screamed, stomped, and even jumped in excitement.

The cameraman who had been following the red supercar with his lens was just as excited. On the giant screen, the moment the rear wing knocked off the champagne cork replayed over and over again.

"That was fucking cool!" Zhou Boyuan stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe that the person who had just drifted a sports car and used its rear wing to pop a bottle cap was Cheng Yu.

"Isn't he underage? Doesn't he not have a license?" Wu Zhengtao and his friends were practically falling apart, nearly questioning reality itself. "How did he do that?"

Cheng Shao and Pei Yan were even worse. As the only two people in the venue concerned about Cheng Yu's safety, neither of them had relaxed from the moment Cheng Yu got into the driver's seat. Yet even though they knew Cheng Yu's past inside and out, they had never imagined he possessed such a flashy, badass skill.

It was sexy as hell!

Pei Yan clenched his fists excitedly, his eyes shining with startling brightness as his gaze followed the red sports car racing around the track. Amid the surrounding screams, hoarse and cracking from the loss of control, Pei Yan was so excited he could barely breathe.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the track, Cheng Yu, who was driving the supercar and had just stunned everyone, wore no expression as he worked the steering wheel. When he had studied abroad in F Country, the #Bottle Cap Challenge# had happened to be all the rage there. At first, martial arts movie stars had shown off their skills by using the force of a spinning kick to knock the caps off beer bottles or water bottles. Later, it evolved into people from every profession showing off their own skills—excavator drivers, tank drivers, anti-aircraft gun operators, and naturally, members of supercar clubs joining in for fun. As one of the best in his supercar club, Cheng Yu had a flamboyant personality and loved being the center of attention, so he had secretly practiced it too.

Unfortunately, before Cheng Yu could show it off to everyone, Cheng Kaiyun and his wife died in a plane crash. Cheng Yu had been busy returning home to fight for the family fortune and battle those shareholders, leaving him in no mood to show off. He had never expected that, after so many years, he would complete the final step of showing off and looking cool in a dream.

Cheng Yu drove the sports car back to Wu Zhengtao and slowly came to a stop. He got out amid the deafening cheers around him, tilted his head at Wu Zhengtao, and smiled. "Learn from this."

"You're still green."

The club venue was roaring with voices as beams of spotlights swept down from overhead. Cheng Yu opened the door and stepped out of the red supercar, walking toward them step by step against the light amid screams, whistles, and wave-like applause. The dazzling lights outlined the teenager's already well-proportioned, tall figure even more distinctly.

Amid the nearly deafening, frenzied shouts throughout the track, Wu Zhengtao felt his mouth go dry and his heart thunder in his chest. His eyes were glued to Cheng Yu as he approached, unable to move away even once from that figure becoming increasingly clear beneath the backlight. All he could hear was his own heartbeat. Not until Cheng Yu strolled up in front of him and gave a casual, contemptuous laugh.

In an instant, as though the tide had receded, Wu Zhengtao could finally control his body again. He stumbled back a step, his fingertips trembling faintly at his sides with excitement, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

"How did you—" Only after Wu Zhengtao spoke did he abruptly realize that his voice had gone hoarse. He swallowed reflexively and squeezed his tight throat. "Don't you not have a license?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Wu Zhengtao suddenly realized that he sounded a little too weak. He hurriedly stepped forward and gave Cheng Yu an extremely unconvinced snort. "Don't get cocky. It's nothing special."

"I know." Cheng Yu nodded. "So?"