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With Lin Zhaonan there, he had nothing to worry about.

Lin Gantang had once been passionate about supercar racing, using the thrill of speeding to vent the unresolved anger and resentment in her heart, but now that her mind was calmer, she found such thrilling activities less appealing, even dispensable.

“I’m not particularly interested in playing recently, plus Le Yu isn’t around; of all my friends, he’s the best racer, and it’s not as fun with anyone else.”

Lin Gantang’s first thought was Le Yu, but he was in H City, and she had no idea when he would return.

She sighed softly, “Fine, I’ll go check on my brother, a man who’s always working overtime suddenly having time to race—I find that quite peculiar.”

Seeing that Wen Yanqing’s bowl in front of him was empty, Lin Gantang served him some rice and dishes, quickly forgetting her earlier declaration of not caring about him.

“Did you suddenly call on Yi Qian because of the meeting this morning?” Lin Gantang asked.

Ever since arriving at the villa, Wen Yanqing had set aside his work to focus on resting and recuperating, and Lin Gantang hadn’t seen Yi Qian for several days.

Wen Yanqing nodded, “We discovered some issues in the meeting, which need to be resolved promptly.”

The afternoon arrived quickly, and upon seeing that Yi Qian had come, Lin Gantang informed Wen Yanqing and then went to meet Lin Zhaonan at the Mount Qinghe racetrack.

Lin Gantang strolled around the garage, picked a car, and drove it there.

Parked outside the racetrack were various expensive sports cars, and after locking her car, Lin Gantang went to the rest area and found Lin Zhaonan.

“You’re here?” Lin Zhaonan waved at her.

Lin Gantang walked over and asked, “What’s going on? I thought you only liked collecting sports cars? Since when did you start racing?”

“See over there?” Lin Zhaonan motioned her to look behind him, “The clients I am in touch with, and their friends–they are all valuable connections. They enjoy racing and said they wanted to have a competition.”

“Clients? Then why did you call for me? I’m not good at socializing and negotiating deals,” Lin Gantang was well aware of her limitations.

“Didn’t you notice they all came with female companions?”

Lin Gantang took a closer look, and indeed that was the case.

“If you needed a female companion, you should have brought Tongtong,”

Choosing his sister over his wife, especially in a place with all sorts of business dealings, could it be…

Lin Gantang’s gaze suddenly became strange.

Lin Zhaonan promptly interrupted her speculations, “Tongtong doesn’t know how to race; you’re more suited for it.”

“Oh, so you’re lacking a utility person. I see.”

She had thought it was deep brotherly affection that made him want to bring her along for some fun.

Humph!

“Let’s go, President Lin, let’s warm up with a couple of laps first,” A man with average looks came over to talk to Lin Zhaonan.

Upon seeing Lin Gantang beside him, he couldn’t help but reveal a look of amazement, his eyes skimming across the faint red mark beneath her collar, his gaze instantly becoming lecherous.

He raised his eyebrows, believing himself to be handsome as he smoothed over his carefully styled hair, “Miss Lin by President Lin’s side is much more charming than any of the plain women here.”

Lin Gantang felt as if she had been doused in a pot of grease, her skin crawling with disgust.

Lin Zhaonan’s face darkened slightly, “Mr. Shang, Gantang is my younger sister, please watch your words.”

Then another man, about Lin Zhaonan’s age, came over, kicked the man named Shang away, and apologized to Lin Zhaonan, “Shang Hui’s head isn’t screwed on right; he has offended you, President Lin, I hope you can forgive him.”

After speaking, he gave Lin Gantang a polite smile, “Miss Lin, my apologies. My younger brother has irritated you, but you’ve already taught him a lesson.”

Lin Gantang assessed the man in front of her without a change in expression, noticing his demeanor differed from the others. She glanced at Lin Zhaonan, who gave an almost imperceptible nod.