Even the Domineering CEO Was a Motorcycle Fan

Guo Lantai returned to the Cen Family Villa again the following evening. The roar of his motorcycle came howling in, startling everyone in the villa.

Uncle Meng hurried outside to check and happened to see Guo Lantai take off his helmet, toss his hair back with flair, and wear an easy, carefree expression.

Unlike when he had left, he was now dressed in fitted, stylish black riding gear. His long legs straddled the bike as he suddenly flashed Uncle Meng a dazzling grin.

Old bones like Uncle Meng's were thoroughly stunned by how striking he looked. Youthful and cool, he could not help marveling inwardly that Guo Lantai was far too charming in this style!

After that brief daze, Uncle Meng quickly greeted him. "Mr. Guo, you're back. Why didn't you let us know in advance? I could have arranged a car to pick you up!"

"Hey, no need. Isn't my ride way better than some four-wheeled car?"

Guo Lantai answered with a grin, patting his motorcycle before looking around and asking, "Uncle Meng, there's still room in the garage, right? My bike needs a parking space all to itself."

"Yes, yes. What a coincidence—our young master has several motorcycles too. Ah, I'll take you there. There's a storage garage out back specifically for motorcycles, and it's very spacious."

Delighted, Uncle Meng raised a hand to point out the way as he spoke, then quickly set off.

He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but although Mr. Guo had been gone for less than two days, it had felt like an entire century.

Why had it felt that way? Because their young master's reaction had suddenly become rather unusual. Ever since he had asked him to contact Guo Lantai yesterday, he had kept asking about Guo Lantai, whether deliberately or not.

During today's three meals alone, their young master had unconsciously stared at Guo Lantai's seat, then casually brought him up as though by chance.

Clever as Uncle Meng was, how could he fail to understand what his young master was thinking? He had started to care, hadn't he!

As for what kind of concern it was, Uncle Meng could not quite tell. After all, Mr. Song still appeared around their young master from time to time, so whatever feelings he had could not possibly be openly displayed.

Still, seeing Guo Lantai looking like a completely different person again, Uncle Meng secretly glanced toward the gym on the third floor. Their young master should have seen Mr. Guo looking like this, right?

Guo Lantai had no idea what was going through his mind. He restarted his motorcycle and slowly followed behind. When he caught up with Uncle Meng, he struck up a conversation. "I never expected someone as steady as Cen Muxiao to be a motorcycle fan too. And he has several of them!"

Uncle Meng nodded with a smile. "Young Master started riding when he was in his teens. He stopped for a few years while he was away at university, but after he came back, he rode again for a while. Then he got into an accident and stopped once more. After that, he began focusing on the company and had no time at all to go to the club anymore!"

As he spoke, he pulled a ring of electronic garage keys from his waist, flipped through them, found one, and pressed it toward a large door several dozen meters away.

A red light flashed. After receiving the signal, the door slowly rose, and the lights inside the garage came on. Two motorcycles covered with protective covers came into view.

Guo Lantai's eyes immediately lit up. Judging solely by their shapes, he could tell they were a Honda and a Harley, though he would need to remove the covers to see exactly which models they were.

"Where would be best for me to park?"

He raised his eyes and swept his gaze around. Motorcycles of all sizes stood in rows in the spacious garage—not just a few, but dozens.

Upon hearing that, Uncle Meng hurriedly pointed to an empty spot and politely said, "Over here! If you use it often, it's close to the entrance and convenient for going out."

"Okay, then I'll park here!"

Guo Lantai readily drove his motorcycle into the spot. Then his gaze locked onto a uniquely shaped motorcycle at the very back, and he spoke with a hint of envy. "What brand is that one? I can't tell where it's from. Can I uncover it and take a look?"

He bent down to inspect the motorcycle's chassis, then examined the other parts exposed outside the cover, looking excited and eager beyond measure.

Uncle Meng could not bear to refuse him, but when he remembered that it was their young master's most treasured possession, and that he had specifically instructed that no one but himself was to touch it, he hardened his heart.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Guo. These are all the young master's treasured collectibles. Without his instructions, I don't have the authority to inspect them either. How about I ask him for permission?"

"Oh, is that so? Then forget it. Mine is already pretty good. I'll just admire this one instead!"

Guo Lantai looked unconcerned, but inwardly he complained, He's already a domineering CEO, so why is he still this stingy? It's just a motorcycle. Does he really have to treasure it this much?

Still, after looking around, he could see that every motorcycle in the garage had been carefully stored. Cen Muxiao truly did seem to love them dearly.

However, the original novel he had read did not seem to mention Cen Muxiao's hobby in particular. It did mention that he had indeed been in a traffic accident years ago. Could this have been the one it referred to?

Seeing him pout as he took things off his motorcycle, Uncle Meng hurried over to help and casually added, "That motorcycle was involved in that accident. It could have been taken away and scrapped, but for some reason, the young master insisted on keeping it. He even spent a great deal of money hiring professionals to reassemble it. Although it couldn't be fully restored to its original state, its performance improved greatly."

The moment Guo Lantai heard that, he knew there was a story behind it. There were only a handful of top international motorcycle brands, and Cen Muxiao owned most of them. If he liked one, he could simply buy another after it was wrecked and modify it however he wanted. Why go to such trouble over a bike that had nearly been scrapped?

He valued it so much—could it be related to Song Anning?

Uncle Meng carried the items and left the garage first. As Guo Lantai walked out, he added, "But after it was reassembled, he never rode it on the road again. Whenever he comes here, he only maintains it himself. Once he's looked at it long enough, he covers it back up, treating it like an incomparably precious collectible."

"Really? I never thought he had such a tender side."

"Hehe! That's what I think too. Actually, our young master is very gentle toward the people and things he likes, just like..."

Uncle Meng suddenly stopped there. He realized that he probably should not mention this to Guo Lantai. The only person their young master seemed able to treat gently was Mr. Song. Wouldn't saying that just be rubbing salt into his wounds?

Oh dear! He really was muddleheaded. He could barely keep his own mouth under control anymore.

Guo Lantai followed him out of the garage. As though he had not heard anything, he did not respond to Uncle Meng's unfinished remark and simply carried his bags toward the villa.

For the original owner, Cen Muxiao's tenderness had been forever out of reach. He had not received even the slightest bit of it before his death, but Guo Lantai was not discouraged. Who cares about tenderness alone? What I want is his whole heart!