At the end of the track, the black and white checkered flag fluttered like a boiling water.
The game is coming to an end.
After passing the last bend, the driver far ahead was still Ye Ci, a rare Asian racer in the international formula one.
His performance in this game was as usual, with an aggressive style that was almost crazy.
More than one sports commentator has given negative comments about his extreme playing style.
Some people think that this so-called Formula One star has a calm self-destructive tendency, and some people bluntly point out that he doesn't really love this sport. The track probably brings him not only honor, but also a kind of violent emotional release. Some small online media also vaguely hinted that Ye Ci may have some kind of mental illness. In addition, his Asian identity and omega gender are rare in this event, as well as his inhuman and arrogant behavior when facing media interviews...
In the stands, there were cheers and boos.
Mixed reviews.
But all this had no effect on Ye Ci.
The car he was driving was matte black and made entirely of carbon fiber, with pale gold edges. It was like a black arrow wrapped in gold threads, unstoppable, whistling across the finish line.
In the VIP stands, a handsome man stood up and applauded with a proud smile on his face, ignoring the boos from all around him.
In the lounge.
Ye Ci's steps were unsteady, and he staggered and fell onto the sofa. His wet hair had been pushed back, revealing his rosy face like a spring peach.
For an omega, a Formula One race is enough to completely drain his physical energy.
He hadn't even bothered to take off his racing suit.
This is Ye Ci's exclusive lounge. Huo Tinglan closed the door and locked it, unscrewed a bottle of energy drink, put the light blue plastic bottle against Ye Ci's wet, red, and soft lips, and fed it to him.
Ye Ci was quiet and obedient, raising his hand to hold Huo Tinglan's wrist, and drank the whole bottle of beverage in this position. His eyes were restrained, and it was impossible to tell his emotions. His pupils were pale, like a distant mountain covered with mist.
He has been like this for five years since he was married to Huo Tinglan.
Cool, reserved, and quiet.
Huo Tinglan knew that Ye Ci was just not good at expressing his feelings, and he also knew the cause of his lonely and introverted personality. Although he felt regretful, he felt more pity for him. In his eyes, Ye Ci was like a porcelain beauty that was repaired from broken pieces. She looked tough, but in fact she was scarred, fragile and easily broken. After five years of marriage, he took good care of Ye Ci and loved her in every way, but unfortunately the results were not good. The only thing that could make Ye Ci feel a little relieved was racing sports such as Formula One. Perhaps only in the extreme stimulation of life and death could he truly feel the beating of his heart and the vitality in his body.
The air was filled with Ye Ci's sweet vanilla pheromones, mixed with the sweat that had soaked through the one-piece racing suit, evaporating wantonly.
This race was drawing to a close, and in order not to waste Ye Ci's energy, Huo Tinglan had abstained from sex for many days. As an alpha of his youth, he was like a hungry wolf or a fierce tiger, soaking in the omega pheromones that matched his partner 100%, but he could only suppress his anger and gently ask, "Are you feeling better?"
Ye Ci nodded without saying anything.
In order not to overly stimulate Ye Ci, Huo Tinglan had to do his best to suppress the alpha's various "bad" qualities to cooperate with Ye Ci, not daring to be too shameless in front of him.
One is quiet and introverted, the other is gentle and gentleman. For five years, they have always treated each other with respect and never had any conflicts. Their marriage model is a little dull, but at least it is harmonious.
Couldn't ask for more.
Huo Tinglan threw away the bottle that was in the way, approached, pressed the back of the sofa, and circled Ye Ci with his arms. He stared at him for a moment with blazing eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "You have a fever... Have you used inhibitors these days?"
Ye Ci shook his head, then raised his face and looked at him gently and obediently.
After years of tacit understanding, Huo Tinglan understood that this was Ye Ci's hint that he could be marked completely.
For Ye Ci, this was already a very warm invitation.
Huo Tinglan lowered his head and rubbed the two wet red lips with his thin lips, still suppressing the impulse, rubbing them carefully and teasing them patiently.
Ye Ci opened his eyes, his eyeballs were like a pair of polished glass balls, green and cool, and at first glance it was hard to tell much emotion in them, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that they were gradually softening.
"Listen to Lan..."
He called out softly.
He couldn't show any strong emotions, so he could only pinch Huo Tinglan's diamond cufflinks with two fingers, childishly and lovingly, not allowing him to leave or stay away, until his fingertips were rubbed into a royal red.
"Listen to Lan..."
Another sound.
The two of them were obviously very close to each other, but the voice seemed inexplicably distant, as if it was calling for help from Huo Tinglan through a thick and invisible barrier.
Huo Tinglan responded by hugging him tighter, stroking his sweaty forehead with his fingertips, whispering words of comfort, and doing his best to respond to his cries for help.
Hold tighter, tighter.
Like trying in vain to catch a slippery fish.
But it will eventually dive into the deep sea.
…
Three months later, Ye Ci, then 27 years old, died unexpectedly in a competition.
After his death, there were many different opinions from the outside world.
They are unreliable and spread all kinds of rumors, which are incredible and try their best to attract attention.
Some more reliable ones said that he was troubled by depression and other mental problems, which led to serious mistakes in the game.
Some people also dug up the unfortunate early experiences of this polarizing new star racer.
Abandoned by his wealthy father when he was young, he and his mother lived in the slums...
Being abused and beaten by stepfather, resulting in speech impairment...
After he grew up, he was adopted into a wealthy family and became a tool for his biological father to fight for his inheritance. He was treated unfairly...
I dropped out of school to work to pay for my mother's medical treatment, which resulted in me failing the college entrance examination...
Unfortunately, my mother's condition worsened and she died...
…
Before gaining Huo Tinglan's protection, he had experienced many dark and painful moments.
Perhaps, his spiritual world has already been burned out.
No matter how gentle and lingering the spring rain is, it is difficult to moisten a scorched earth.
These rumors about Ye Ci's miserable early life disappeared quite quickly.
Before being completely defeated by the heavy punch of reality, Ye Ci had always been very strong and did not want to be pitied. Huo Tinglan did not want his scars to become a topic of conversation for others. The various gossip posts often survived for only a few minutes, but this could not stop the spread of gossip in a small area. There was always a lot of gossip lovers in the comment area of news related to Ye Ci who were happy to educate passers-by.
Under a piece of obituary news that has been forwarded more than 100,000 times, amidst the mourning voices of many fans, there is a slightly "pretentious" hot comment:
"It's hard to imagine how painful Huo Tinglan must be. He has lost his little master forever."
Some passersby curiously asked about the relationship between Huo Tinglan and Ye Ci, and some people in the building started gossiping.
"They have been married for five years. At that time, Ye Ci was only 22 years old. Huo Tinglan happened to see him competing one day, and it should be said that he fell in love at first sight. It is said that he pursued him for half a year before he finally got her. Huo Tinglan is 12 years older than him, so she always called him "Little Mister". After marriage, the two of them were still very polite to each other, and they had a feeling of respecting each other. However, Ye Ci himself was an introverted person, so this couple was still very sweet. It's such a pity..."
"Huo is an A+ alpha, and his compatibility with omegas is generally low. He will never meet another omega that is 100% compatible with him in his lifetime."
"So what if he meets a second one... Those who have eaten the whole melon say that Huo Tinglan is really affectionate. If even he can easily marry another one, then there won't be any good people among alphas."
This topic was brought up and the comments section gradually became lively.
An hour later, a new comment was pushed to the front.
"If time could go back, if Huo Tinglan could have met his young master earlier and protected him earlier, would everything be different?"
Many people agreed below.
…
When Huo Tinglan woke up, it was almost dawn.
The cell phone alarm rings loudly.
6:00 in the morning.
Huo Tinglan turned off the alarm clock, closed his eyes again, stretched out his left hand with bulging veins, and groped to his side, looking for the half-full bottle of tequila.
Ye Ci is gone.
It hurts so much.
A hole was broken in the softest part of my heart.
The nerves crave to be soaked in high concentration of alcohol, making them duller so that they will feel better.
However, he failed to touch the cool and tough neck of the wine bottle as he had imagined, but instead touched a smooth LCD screen.
The touch was almost strange.
"… "
Huo Tinglan frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was a laptop computer, the screen glowing brightly, with a dark black background and various steep lines and dense numbers like an electrocardiogram. It was the interface of a financial software that he was very familiar with...
He was actually lying on the desk, with a faint golden light streaming in from the blinds.
It was as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while staying up late to handle official business last night.
Is it possible
He has no mind to work.
But how come in the company...
Are you sleepwalking
That's funny.
Huo Tinglan propped up his upper body and grimaced as if in pain.
However, this mocking smile suddenly froze before he could hide it.
The chaos between being half asleep and half awake faded away, and in just a moment, he was suddenly extremely clear-headed.
This place... is clearly his office from ten years ago.
The body moves ahead of the mind. With just one glance, Huo Tinglan accurately scanned the lower right corner of the computer screen. His subconscious mind had sensed something, and his pupils were extremely dark and bright.
Saturday 06:02
2021/…
Huo Tinglan tried his best to steady his breathing and unlocked his phone with his fingerprint, but the date was still displayed on the phone.
When he opened the address book, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the phone.
According to his memory, he called his special assistant from that time.
At 6:30 in the morning, the call was connected in three seconds.
That's the style of that special assistant, a beta who works hard and is always available.
"Mr. Huo."
It’s also a familiar voice.
Huo Tinglan answered the phone without saying a word and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass in the early morning was shrouded in a layer of hazy light, reflecting his face.
Handsome, with sharp features, dark eyes that reveal a rare look of surprise, and... still considered young.
This is what he looked like when he was thirty.
This was ten years ago.
Suddenly.
My heart was beating like crazy, my blood was boiling, and my nose bridge was aching.
This year, Ye Ci was only eighteen years old.
There's still time for everything.
…
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Fengchi racing track located on the outskirts of the city was bustling with activity.
On the side of the track, a heavy motorcycle was parked under the spotlight.
The metal parts of the car body had heated up to a scorching temperature during the race a few moments ago, and were baked by the scorching afternoon sun, with scorching heat.
Next to the bike, a long leg was supporting the ground. The rider was a boy who looked like a high school student.
He was wearing a dark-colored sweatshirt with a hood that looked a bit childish. A few strands of soft black hair peeked out from under the brim of the hat, neatly resting on his brow bone. He stood out from the crowd of speed racers around him who were dressed in strange styles.
Ye Ci, who just turned 18, dropped out of school for more than a year and is currently repeating his second year of high school at Tiancheng Private School. His structural gender is male, and his glandular gender... The record on his household registration card had been changed to omega a few days ago.
He held a wad of bills, counted them, and put them in his pocket.
… not even close.
Ye Ci looked towards the track, his light eyes and skin exuded a coldness, like thin porcelain, hard and brittle.
Fengchi Racing Field has been operating in the suburbs for many years, providing tracks and a variety of racing car rentals, including motorcycles and formula cars. The racing field is a legal operation, but most of the people who come here to play with cars are not good people. Racing costs money, and the track, cars, and oil are all real money, so the rule of paying for losses gradually emerged among the people who often come to race. At the beginning, they paid small amounts of money, which was purely to supplement the track fees and oil. Later, this group of people got used to playing with money, and the amount of money also expanded. Sometimes they won or lost thousands or tens of thousands in a game, and if they lost several games in a row, they might even have to pay the car to others.
"Want to play?" A yellow-haired man rode a Harley towards Ye Ci, wearing earrings, lip studs, and iron chains, which would weigh several kilograms if they were removed.
Huangmao is a frequent visitor to the racing track. He has good skills and is good at using dirty tricks. The Harley under his butt is earned by racing.
Ye Ci couldn't remember this person, so he just said simply, "Okay."
"How big is the game?" The yellow-haired guy licked his lips.
Ye Ci adjusted his helmet and crushed the milk-flavored candy in his mouth: "Anything is fine."
The yellow-haired man smiled, and swung his thin legs to and fro like a hyperactive man. He looked at Ye Ci's clothes and offered a price that was not too excessive: "Three thousand, do you dare to play?"
Ye Ci lowered his eyes: "I dare."
Be frugal with words.
Two motorcycles slid towards the starting point of the track.
The yellow-haired man looked at Ye Ci with a squint, and his eyes turned around and landed on Ye Ci's feet.
A pair of off-brand sneakers, cheap and worn, but clean. Perhaps they had been bleached, giving them a pure white color.
The yellow-haired guy grinned and laughed inside his helmet - everyone said that this was the awesome driver who came to this area this month. No matter how crazy and fierce he drove, he was actually just a kid.
The engines roared and two heavy motorcycles rushed out of the starting point.
The Harley was in full force, accelerating at full power, trying to give Ye Ci a blow. However, Ye Ci stepped on the gas harder, and even though he was inferior in hardware, he still kept the distance. The two cars were in a stalemate until they reached the middle of the track. Ye Ci accurately captured the low-pressure area more than one meter behind the front car, sucked in the tail flow and overtook. The tough-looking Kawasaki motorcycle roared past the yellow-haired man.
"Fuck your mother!" The yellow-haired man couldn't stand losing, and showed his fierceness, "You little bastard!"
He originally wanted to bully the kids in the crushing game, but unexpectedly he got into trouble with a little wolfdog that chased him relentlessly.
Ye Ci turned a deaf ear to him and drove through the third bend at high speed, widening the gap.
Three thousand dollars is going to fly, and I have to watch the little brat abuse it! The veins on the back of the yellow-haired hand are bulging, and he accelerates through the corner at the risk of falling off the bike, just catching up, and sticking to Ye Ci shamelessly. The two cars are running side by side, and the horizontal distance is no more than one meter. The yellow-haired man seizes the opportunity to let go of the handlebar with one hand, and suddenly reaches out and pinches Ye Ci's handlebar hard...
Forcing your opponent to brake in the middle of a car race is more than just a dirty trick; it can be called intentional injury.
The car body shook violently, bumping and snaking. Ye Ci used all his strength to stabilize it, then kept silent and continued to chase after it. The distance that was lost was soon equalized. Huang Mao didn't get another chance, and he was furious and cursed.
A few minutes later, both cars crossed the finish line, with Ye Ci almost halfway out.
Huangmao slid off the track, swinging his legs and acting like a rogue: "Hey, it's a tie?"
Ye Ci took off his helmet and glanced at him.
"Fuck," the yellow-haired man moved his jaw, showing a fierce look, "What kind of expression is that..."
Before he could finish his words, a helmet flew from a distance and hit him, causing blood to spurt out of his mouth.
Huangmao came to his senses and was about to attack, but was kicked in the shoulder. He fell to the ground and was kicked several times in the vital parts. The pain made him unable to straighten his back.
Ye Ci picked up the helmet, lowered his eyes to look at his left hand that was holding the brake, and asked, "Are you urinating?"
The yellow-haired man was spitting blood foam: "I * your mother... ahhhh!"
I swallowed back the last half of the curse word—
Ye Ci stomped on his left hand.
Many people gathered around to watch the fight, but no one came forward to stop the fight.
Ye Ci's appearance revealed an unconcealable immaturity, but his aura was frighteningly violent.
Like a knife made of glass, fragile but sharp.
Huang Mao felt pain and fear. The few hits he received were enough for him to assess Ye Ci's strength - he was probably a high-level alpha, and it was his own fault for being blind. He didn't dare to say anything, and shrank back to the wall with his breath hoarse and red eyes.
Ye Ci squatted down, carefully pinched the hem of the yellow-haired man's shirt with his fingernails, lifted it up, and examined the man's upper body with an indifferent look.
"What, what are you doing?" The yellow-haired man hurriedly pulled down the hem of his clothes.
Soft tissue contusion area less than 15 square centimeters, oral mucosal damage, finger fracture... Minor injuries, the maximum detention period is.
He knows.
Ye Ci glared at him, took out his cell phone, and said with a warm heart, but his tone was threatening: "Call the police?"
A good man never suffers a loss. Huang Mao shook his head and said, "I won't take revenge, I really won't."
Ye Ci nodded, stood up, and said in a clear voice: "Then three thousand..."
"Yes, yes, three thousand. I'll transfer it to you right away." The yellow-haired man took out his cell phone.
Ye Ci shook his head, and remained silent for a few seconds as if holding his breath, before he slowly said, "... As medical expenses."