Chapter 5: A Woman Shouldn’t Sweat the Small Stuff

Jiang Cheng, seeing that the little punk wasn’t mentioning anything about the punishment for violating the rules, ‘kindly’ gave him one last chance, coldly retorting, “Anything else?”

Ke Er, thinking they had no evidence, stubbornly played dumb, “Nothing, isn’t it just betting you a car?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng stared at Ke Er with deep, profound eyes for several silent seconds. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a light, mocking laugh.

The next second, before anyone could react, Jiang Cheng swung the steel rod in his hand and brought it down on the red Ferrari without allowing any resistance.

Bang!

A deafening crash echoed as a large dent appeared on the hood, the sound of the car body being destroyed reverberating in the night air.

The whole action was swift and fierce, violent and wild.

“Fuck!” Ke Er, watching his beloved car being destroyed in the blink of an eye, blurted out, “Jiang Cheng, you’re looking for death!”

He tried to rush forward to push Jiang Cheng away and protect his car.

However, Jiang Cheng completely disdained and ignored him, swinging the steel rod again for a second strike, showing no intention of dodging. It looked as if he would smash both the man and the car together if Ke Er didn’t move. Terrified, Ke Er’s pupils widened, and he dodged the attack of the steel rod at the very last moment, watching again as the steel rod smashed ruthlessly and brutally onto his beloved car.

Bang!

Another sound reverberated through the night sky.

Everyone was once again stunned into holding their breath, not even daring to look directly at the scene, afraid of being caught in the crossfire like innocent bystanders (yāng jí chí yú).

Ke Er watched as his limited-edition supercar was so brutally destroyed in broad daylight, a supreme humiliation to him.

“Fuck! You are silly!” Ke Er angrily cursed in his native language, even rushing forward to punch Jiang Cheng’s vital point.

Fortunately, Ji Shuyi had woken up from the two loud crashes and was now clamoring for Jiang Cheng to put her down.

She felt nauseous; the after-effects of the red wine were too strong.

Jiang Cheng promptly put Ji Shuyi down and was about to retaliate when he saw Ke Er being urgently stopped by the woman and friends he was traveling with, who were warning him not to be impulsive.

Especially at this time, Chen Xingyi and other Chinese nationals, seeing that a fight was about to break out, gathered around to help.

Ke Er, held back and listening to his friends’ reminders and the situation before him, realized he was in a foreign country and outnumbered, indeed in a weak position. In the end, he only struggled violently a few times to cover up the shame and anger in his heart, pointing at Jiang Cheng and verbally taking advantage:

“Why the hell did you smash my car?” He even roared at his friends, “Let go of me!”

“You violated the rules; who else would we smash if not you?” Before Jiang Cheng could speak, Chen Xingyi, already furious, cursed, “You ate the damn competition rules, and you still have the nerve to bark here!”

“What rules? Do you have any evidence?” Ke Er retorted shamelessly.

He figured this wasn’t an official race and lacked surveillance equipment. Verbal accusations meant nothing, especially now that he was emotionally distraught over the loss of his car.

Chen Xingyi was dumbfounded. Was this the typical rogue tactic used in their country (chǒu guó)? Just as he was about to retort, Jiang Cheng chuckled mockingly beside him, coldly echoing the rogue’s words:

“Oh, evidence, huh…,”

“You’re yelling here that I smashed your car,” Jiang Cheng said, lightly raising his eyebrows and lifting his chin, arrogantly and wildly, “Where’s the evidence?”

Chen Xingyi was stunned for a moment, then suppressed a burst of laughter, turning his head to give his buddy a blatant thumbs-up.

Fighting magic with magic – so satisfying.

Ke Er was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Jiang Cheng to spout such nonsense in broad daylight. Just as he was about to counter, he heard Jiang Cheng say mockingly, “Oh, right, you have a dashcam.”

As Ke Er’s face grew increasingly unsightly, Jiang Cheng smiled casually, “What to do? I also have a dashcam. All your maneuvers are captured clearly.”

At this point, seeing Ke Er’s face turn livid and his anger with nowhere to vent, Chen Xingyi couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.

“Wouldn’t you know it, I also have a video recording of the pre-race rules.”

Saying that, he quickly pulled out his phone, opened the video, turned the volume up to the max, and started playing it, clearly broadcasting the rules they had set before the race.

Ke Er finally felt utterly humiliated but, even more so, darkly and hatefully clenched his fists in frustrated rage, unwilling to accept his defeat but powerless to do anything.

As a racing enthusiast, Ke Er had always heard of Jiang Cheng. He was more famous in racing circles than his team, but Ke Er had always been dismissive, always believing that each of his championships depended on his superior vehicles and had nothing to do with him personally. Especially after Ke Er won against Chen Xingyi, the second in command of the team, he became even more confident, thinking that Jiang Cheng’s team and his personal racing record were all fake. That’s why he deliberately had Chen Xingyi set up a meeting with Jiang Cheng, intending to first understand Jiang Cheng’s racing habits and even wanted to take the opportunity to destroy his beloved car before openly competing with him, hoping to become famous in one battle.

But he didn’t expect to lose so miserably, becoming a case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait (tōu jī bù chéng shí bǎ mǐ).

After a final struggle, he gnashed his teeth and warned Jiang Cheng in humiliation, “Just you wait. You better pray you never fall into my hands.”

And before leaving in a disheveled state, he meaningfully glanced at Ji Shuyi by the roadside.

Jiang Cheng had always disdained these inconsequential warnings, putting his hands in his pockets with a fearless expression.

Chen Xingyi, watching Ke Er and his friends flee as if they were running for their lives, felt incredibly satisfied. He turned his head and shouted cheerfully at their backs, “Remember to return my car, you hear?”

After saying that, he deliberately raised his voice and shouted to the remaining people:

“Today is a good day. This young master (běn shào yé) is happy, so I’m treating you all to the bar! All expenses are on me!”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present immediately cheered excitedly.

“Woohoo… That’s great, that’s great!”

“Damn! Today was really worth it!”

…

The scene erupted in jubilation once again.

Amidst the hubbub, Jiang Cheng finally withdrew from the crowd and walked towards Ji Shuyi, who was squatting by the roadside.

Ji Shuyi, who had already vomited twice, was still feeling dizzy and nauseous, and she had cursed Jiang Cheng a hundred or a thousand times in her heart. Then, she heard that irritating voice behind her.

“Hey.” Jiang Cheng, with his hands in his pockets, stood behind Ji Shuyi and said coldly, “What’s wrong with you?”

Ji Shuyi, who had already sobered up, clenched her fists in annoyance, turning around resentfully and asking coldly, “Do you have any tissues?”

She needed to wipe her mouth and hands.

Jiang Cheng looked down at the person still squatting on the ground, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and retorted as a matter of course, “What do you think?”

Did he look like the kind of person who carried tissues?

Seeing his cold and indifferent expression, Ji Shuyi pouted. Couldn’t he go back to the car or ask someone else to borrow some for her?

This man became more annoying every time she saw him.

Under the night sky, Ji Shuyi stared at the heartless Jiang Cheng, her almond-shaped eyes wide with resentment, blinking. The next second, she suddenly stood up and threw herself onto him, grabbing his black T-shirt and disregarding everything, using it as a tissue to wipe her vomit-covered mouth and hands.

Her movements were agile and swift; she pounced directly at him. Jiang Cheng, caught completely off guard, was caught full in the chest, staring in stunned silence for a few seconds before finally snapping back to his senses, roaring, “Ji Shuyi!”

He raised his hand to push her away.

At this moment, Ji Shuyi, adhering to the principle that “a woman shouldn’t sweat the small stuff,”

completely threw what she had said about men and women not touching out of her mind.