Chapter 0086: Suffocating with Discomfort

“A few drinks are enough. It’s almost midnight—I’d better get home and sleep early,” Zhang Xiaofan said, glancing at Jiang Haichuan before continuing, “You’d better head back too. What’s the point of racing cars at this hour? Didn’t you notice it’s raining?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll go right away,” Jiang Haichuan replied, then turned to the others and shouted, “All of you, go home! What are you doing out here racing cars in the middle of the night?”

The others looked bewildered, silently thinking, Brother, wasn’t it you who called us out here… But no one dared speak, so they obediently got in their cars and drove off.

“Brother, I’ll leave too. Here’s my card—if you ever need my help, just give me a call,” Jiang Haichuan said.

Zhang Xiaofan took the card and slipped it into his pocket. The man was so polite and sensible; he couldn’t afford to be too aloof himself.

After handing over the card, Jiang Haichuan got into his car and left with his crew. As he departed, he glanced at Song Wenwen, then gave Zhang Xiaofan a look only men would understand, before driving away.

“Let’s go, find a hotel,” Song Wenwen said, looking at Zhang Xiaofan.

“Why a hotel?” Zhang Xiaofan asked.

“Why? I already told you, if you won the race, I’d spend the night with you. Don’t you need a hotel for that? Or do you want to do it right here—outdoors?” Song Wenwen replied.

Zhang Xiaofan was momentarily stunned; this was a bit too direct. But it sounded rather exciting.

Raindrops fell on Song Wenwen’s pale skin; after the chaos on the road, her bra was gone, adding a provocative air to her appearance. Song Wenwen was truly a wild, passionate woman—her madness and untamed spirit had a unique allure.

“Miss, your thoughts are far from healthy,” Zhang Xiaofan laughed. Song Wenwen, a rare beauty, was indeed tempting, and he couldn’t help but want her.

“Hmph, stop pretending. Isn’t your heart aching to have me? I’m telling you, if you hesitate any longer, I’ll change my mind,” Song Wenwen said with a roll of her eyes.

“I’ve always been pure—how is that pretending?” Zhang Xiaofan smiled. “Since you’re so eager for me to have you, let’s begin—let the sky be our blanket, the car our bed.”

“Come on, you think I’m afraid of you?” Song Wenwen said, thrusting her chest forward and stepping up to Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled softly, thinking, You think I don’t dare? He reached out, grabbing her—she felt wonderful in his hands. One arm wrapped around her slender waist, he spun her around and lifted her onto the car.

His bold gaze swept over Song Wenwen, and Xiaofan couldn’t help but react.

At that moment, Song Wenwen seemed a little nervous herself. Was she really about to lose her virginity this way? But then she thought, what’s the big deal—it’s just the first time, and she was a woman of her word.

Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t hold back any longer. Damn it, he hadn’t planned to sleep with her, but she insisted.

Song Wenwen was bold, wrapping her arms around Zhang Xiaofan’s neck with a provocative look. “Come on, little brother—take my virginity.”

Such a challenge shattered Zhang Xiaofan’s last bit of restraint. He pressed Song Wenwen down and slid his hand inside.

Just as he was about to move further, headlights flashed toward them. Zhang Xiaofan turned his head. Someone was coming—they couldn’t possibly have public sex right here…

He calmed himself, let go of Song Wenwen, though oddly, she felt a twinge of disappointment.

In the headlights, a POLO slowly pulled up. Once parked, a striking figure stepped out.

Seeing who it was, Zhang Xiaofan was stunned. Was the world really so small? It was Chen Yuanyuan.

Why was this girl here in the middle of the night? Was she here to race too? But that little POLO wasn’t built for racing, and Chen Yuanyuan didn’t seem the type.

“Yuanyuan, you’re finally here! I thought you weren’t coming,” Song Wenwen said, immediately moving to Chen Yuanyuan’s side. Only then did Zhang Xiaofan realize they knew each other. The world truly was small…

“Traffic was terrible. Are you alright? I even brought my gear,” Chen Yuanyuan asked.

“I’m fine—I found myself a helper,” Song Wenwen replied, then glanced at Zhang Xiaofan.

Only now did Chen Yuanyuan notice the grinning Zhang Xiaofan. She muttered inwardly; since when did he know her classmate? What were the two of them doing out here so late?

Chen Yuanyuan walked over, but her expression was off.

She stopped in front of Zhang Xiaofan, grabbed the skin of his arm, and twisted it hard.

Zhang Xiaofan winced in pain.

“She’s my classmate; what are you doing with her…” Chen Yuanyuan whispered.

Zhang Xiaofan blinked desperately to show he understood.

Chen Yuanyuan finally let go, then took his arm. “Thank you for helping Wenwen.”

Zhang Xiaofan immediately caught on. “No problem, happy to help.”

At that moment, Song Wenwen approached, feeling something was amiss.

“You know each other?” Song Wenwen asked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Yuanyuan, searching for something.

Chen Yuanyuan kept her composure. “We’re just meeting for the first time. This handsome guy is quite dashing—is he your boyfriend?”

“Hmph, with that little frame? Not a chance. He didn’t even dare sleep with me—no guts at all,” Song Wenwen said, casting a disdainful glance at Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan was frustrated. Was his courage really that small? If not for Chen Yuanyuan’s arrival, he would have had her screaming already.

“Haha, then I guess he really is timid,” Chen Yuanyuan said, secretly pleased. That guy could resist Song Wenwen’s beauty—impressive.

If only she knew, if she hadn’t shown up, Zhang Xiaofan would have launched right in!

“I’m feeling a bit hungry. Why don’t we go grab a late-night snack?” Song Wenwen suggested.

“Sure, I didn’t eat much tonight—I’m pretty hungry too,” Chen Yuanyuan agreed, then looked at Zhang Xiaofan. “Handsome, want to join us?”

“Yuanyuan, stay away from him. That guy’s quite the flirt,” Song Wenwen warned.

Chen Yuanyuan thought, I already belong to him—why should I be afraid…

Zhang Xiaofan felt wronged. During the race, it was Song Wenwen, this female delinquent, who had taken off her bra and stolen kisses.

“Alright, looks like the rain’s about to get heavier. Let’s hurry,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Both women nodded and headed to their cars.

Zhang Xiaofan got into his Cayenne, rolled down the window, and said, “Follow me—we’ll go to a roadside stall.”

“So stingy! You’re treating two beauties to street food?” Song Wenwen rolled her eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored her, started the car, and drove off.

Soon, Chen Yuanyuan followed in her little POLO. Song Wenwen slapped her steering wheel in frustration—how could he ignore her? But watching the two cars drive away, she quickly started her own and chased after them.

“Darling, don’t misunderstand—I didn’t do anything with her. She kept tempting me, but I held back,” Zhang Xiaofan said, calling Chen Yuanyuan as he drove.

“Was it hard for you?” Chen Yuanyuan asked.

“Of course! I’m so pent-up I wish I could go home and have a marathon with you,” Zhang Xiaofan laughed.

Chen Yuanyuan giggled, her cheeks flushing. “You devil. After we eat, let’s go to my place—but you can’t be so wild tonight.”

“I promise I won’t be crazy, but you mustn’t scream so much. The louder you get, the wilder I become,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Pervert! Scoundrel!” Chen Yuanyuan hung up, her face burning red.

“Did I say anything wrong? I was just being honest…” Zhang Xiaofan muttered, putting the phone down and grinning mischievously. Song Wenwen’s teasing really had him wound up.