Shen Nanxing was almost amused by his appearance, “Fu Chengyu, who are you trying to fool with this sad and heartbroken act?”

“Does it have anything to do with you?” Fu Chengyu quickly interrupted.

“Of course, it does,” he said. “Don’t you know, actually I…”

Shen Nanxing’s face showed a hint of disgust, “Fu Chengyu, go be with your Lin Bai and love each other. Don’t get in my way, you’re disgusting!”

Their conversation left Xie Ling and Fang Yanran looking at each other, unsure whether they should intervene. As Shen Nanxing’s friend, Xie Ling stood by his side and hurriedly interrupted Fu Chengyu, who was about to speak, “Sorry, Senior Fu, we had planned to have a meal together, so if there’s nothing else, we’ll leave now.”

After saying that, she linked arms with Fang Yanran and tugged at Shen Nanxing’s sleeve, signaling him to hurry up and leave.

Shen Nanxing furrowed his brows and gave him a warning, “Fu Chengyu, we no longer have anything to do with each other. I can’t stand you. I hope you get the hint and stop showing up in front of me. Even if we run into each other by accident, pretend you didn’t see me. We’re strangers now!”

Fu Chengyu couldn’t believe that these words came from Shen Nanxing, so cold and ruthless. How could someone change so quickly? He had been the gentlest person to him before!

Fu Chengyu sadly leaned against the wall, unable to understand.

Xia Zimu had dyed his hair back to its usual bold color and looked at Fu Chengyu with mocking eyes, “Oh, Young Master Fu, are you gazing up at the sky, acting all sentimental?”

Fu Chengyu gritted his teeth in anger when he heard that voice, “Xia Zimu, you still haven’t had enough from the last time?”

He had been busy dealing with Lin Bai recently and almost forgot about him.

Fu Chengyu glared at him angrily, “If it weren’t for you sticking your nose in, Nanxing wouldn’t have called off the engagement with me!”

Xia Zimu sneered and looked at him confidently, “What a joke, you already cheated and you don’t want anyone to talk about it? People say that a hypocrite can be both a bitch and a saint at the same time. You’re the same, greedy for both, thinking too highly of yourself. I spit on you!”

When it came to arguments, no one within ten miles could compete with Xia Zimu. Fu Chengyu, who used to maintain his aloof school prince persona and couldn’t even curse properly, had no way to fight back against Xia Zimu.

After just a few words, Fu Chengyu’s face turned pale with rage, “Xia Zimu, you…”

Xia Zimu looked at his agitated expression and couldn’t have been more pleased, “What, what? I’m telling you now, you’ve already been eliminated. Nanxing is mine!”

He then gave Fu Chengyu a provocative look.

Fu Chengyu was immediately hit where it hurt, and his eyes flashed with malice as he said fiercely, “Xia Zimu, you better pray I never get any dirt on you, or else…”

Xia Zimu casually touched his ear stud and looked at him nonchalantly, “What will you do? You think I’m scared of you?”

Xia Zimu clearly didn’t take Fu Chengyu’s words to heart. He looked up at the sky, muttering to himself, “The weather’s good today. Perfect for riding my bike. I haven’t ridden in a while, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Fu Chengyu looked at his back, lost in thought for a moment, then smiled wickedly, “Xia Zimu, how could I forget that you love riding your bike?”

After scolding Fu Chengyu, Xia Zimu happily headed to the Wild Racing Club.

As usual, he changed into his bike gear and sped down the track on his Kawasaki H2, chasing the wind and freedom. Every time the roar of the engine rose with the increasing speed, the thrill and freedom filled his heart. In that moment, Xia Zimu seemed to forget all his worries, fully immersed in the extreme pleasure of speed.

If anyone asked why he loved motorbikes, the only answer would be because they were cool.

Xia Zimu ran several laps, tirelessly practicing cornering techniques. After stopping, he was soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. A coach from the club handed him a towel and a bottle of water, praising him, “Not bad, Muzi, it’s been a while since you’ve come, but your skills are still perfect.”

Xia Zimu wiped the sweat off his face carelessly, downed an entire bottle of water in one go, and said disapprovingly, “Perfect, my ass!”

Maybe to outsiders, it seemed like he had done everything perfectly, but he wasn’t satisfied with his own performance. The coach patted his shoulder and said, “Muzi, there’s a motorcycle stunt competition next week. Want to join?”

Xia Zimu’s eyes flashed with hesitation, but he ultimately declined, “I might not have time next week, so I’ll pass.”

Nanxing’s birthday was approaching, and he wanted to prepare a surprise for him. When Nanxing was touched by his gesture, he would take the opportunity to confess his feelings, and then wouldn’t that be the perfect way to win him over? Thinking of this, Xia Zimu couldn’t help but give himself a thumbs-up for his cleverness.

I’m such a little genius, hehe… Nanxing, just wait to be my boyfriend!

“Muzi, I’m talking to you, and you keep grinning like an idiot. What’s that supposed to mean?” The coach waved his hand in front of Xia Zimu’s face, snapping him out of his daydream.

Xia Zimu snapped back to reality, furrowing his brows. “Coach, what did you just say?”

The coach sighed, “I asked if you’ve reconsidered. Are you really not coming?”

For the sake of his great future, Xia Zimu firmly shook his head, “I’m not coming!”

If he went, how would he ever win over his girlfriend? The competition was important, but his future with his wife was more important. He knew which one mattered more.

Seeing how determined he was, the coach didn’t try to convince him further, “Alright then.”

Xia Zimu nodded, put his helmet back on, and said, “I’ll go run a couple more laps!”

Since he was finally here, he had to make the most of it!

In the evening, Xia Zimu, still not satisfied, returned to Zhou He’s apartment. He lay on the couch, thinking about what kind of surprise he should prepare for Shen Nanxing when Zhou He came back.

“Muzi, what are you thinking so deeply about?” Zhou He, used to it, ruffled his hair.

“Hehe, you’re finally back, Hehe!” Xia Zimu looked at him with excitement, as if seeing a savior.

Zhou He thought Xia Zimu was excited because he missed him and felt flattered. He smiled faintly, eyes filled with tenderness, and asked, “What’s up?”

Xia Zimu hooked his arm around Zhou He’s neck and, with a mysterious expression, leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Nanxing’s birthday is coming up soon, right?”

His breath brushed against Zhou He’s ear, sending a tingling sensation through him. Zhou He, unfazed, took a small step back and replied, “So what?”