The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 862: Using the Trophy as an Ice Cream Bowl (Part 1)
"Ah."
Some timid spectators couldn’t help but cry out, closing their eyes in fear.
Li Mochan frowned, clutching his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Little rascal.
"Screech—"
The tires screeched against the ground, rainwater splashing and blurring the black figure.
With her toes touching the ground, Ye Jiuliang quickly steadied herself, exerting force through her wrist, the bike regained its balance, speeding swiftly through a treacherous turn.
She glanced back towards the audience, her gaze quickly sweeping over that familiar figure, a mischievous smile curling at her lips.
"Ahhh—"
Seeing Ye Jiuliang dangerously negotiating the turn, the crowd erupted once more, cheers echoing continuously.
The competitors relentlessly chasing from behind saw Ye Jiuliang maneuver the turn, fueling their burning desire to win even more.
At this moment, all the racers had only one thought in their minds.
Surpass Black J.
As long as they beat Black J in this race, they’d become legendary.
There’s still time, rushing forward at all costs.
The desire for victory overwhelmed everyone, forgetting their safety, only focusing on speed.
"Bang bang bang—"
One after another, racers overturned, smoke rising, injuries severe.
Closing in on the finish line, looking afar, only three motorcycles approached.
Leading the way, undoubtedly, was Ye Jiuliang.
Beside her, a red and a blue motorcycle closely chasing.
Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at the two, curling her lips lightly.
The game should end now.
The slowed-down speed surged to the highest, instantly leaving the two bikes far behind.
The entire audience held their breath, eyes locked on the black figure.
In an instant, the black motorcycle broke through the red ribbon, the referee waving two crossed purple flags.
At the same time, whistles sounded.
The race was over, the results decided.
The two racers arriving later showed disappointment in their eyes, looking pale.
Lost to Black J again.
The surroundings fell into a strange silence.
With a tilt of the bike, Ye Jiuliang rested a foot on the ground, raising her hand to remove her helmet.
The breeze swept through, lifting her waterfall-like long hair, her delicate face faintly visible.
"Clap clap clap—"
After the silence, thunderous applause erupted, the audience boiling like a pot of hot water.
"Black J."
"Black J is the strongest."
Cheers rose one after another, the atmosphere reaching its peak.
Li Mochan curled his lips, watching the woman surrounded on the podium, then turned and walked off the stands.
Receiving the trophy from the judge, Ye Jiuliang instinctively looked towards the audience, her eyes scanning the surroundings, but couldn’t find Li Mochan’s figure.
Strange, where did he go?
She frowned, quickly stepping down from the podium.
"Black J, what are you looking for?" The judge, having interacted with Ye Jiuliang often, asked with a friendly tone.
"Need help from us?"
Ye Jiuliang furrowed her brow, about to speak when a commotion suddenly arose behind her.
She turned her head and unexpectedly met those cold eyes like black holes.
Pushing through the crowd, Li Mochan slowly walked towards her, the fans on either side quickly giving way.
Not just because of his status as the CEO of MK Group, but because of his intimidating icy demeanor.
They didn’t want to be frozen into ice cubes.
Ye Jiuliang greeted him with the trophy, "Where did you go just now?"
"This." Li Mochan raised his hand behind him, revealing what he held.
He held several ice creams in both hands, different brands, but all her favorite flavors.
"Extra reward."
Ye Jiuliang grabbed his hand, noticing a small cut on the back, still bleeding lightly.
She asked him, "How did you get this?"
"No coins."
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang suddenly understood, "You..."
Her expression turned helpless, both amused and annoyed.
"Didn’t the staff ask you for compensation?"
Li Mochan raised his eyebrows, "Already compensated."
Ye Jiuliang, "..."
Alright, he won.
"Which one do you want to eat?" Li Mochan held several ice creams in both hands, offering them for her to choose. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
"This one." Ye Jiuliang curved her lips, casually picking one, then handed the trophy to him.
"Here, put the rest in here."
Li Mochan lowered his gaze, glanced at the shape of the trophy, and laughed silently.
The top of the trophy resembled a large bowl, she unexpectedly thought of using it to hold ice cream, truly his little wolf pup.
He reached for the trophy and put all the remaining ice creams into it.
Others watched, stunned.
"..."
What a waste.
Especially the racers, their eyes filled with jealousy.
The trophy they dreamed of winning was actually used by them to hold ice cream, was there no justice?
"Black J, there’s a celebration party later, would you and Mr. Li honor us by staying for dinner before leaving?" One of the judges asked.
Ye Jiuliang shook her head, replied, "No need, we have other things to do, so we’ll leave first."
After speaking, she pulled Li Mochan along, both of them stepping away in unison.
Watching their backs walking side by side, everyone was rooted on the spot, no one daring to follow recklessly.
Black J only liked racing, not being surrounded, this was a well-known rule in the circle, every time she appeared on the track, fans would quietly cheer for her instead of crowding her for autographs, a long-standing agreement among fans.
...
The rain soon stopped, the humid heat making people uncomfortable, the shimmering sunlight dazzling.
As he got out of the car, a wave of heat greeted him.
Ji Mingqian removed his jacket, casually handing it to the assistant beside him.
He squinted his eyes, a hint of post-sleep laziness between his brows, "Has Erbao been delivered?"
"Yes, it’s already in your room," said Chen Xin beside him.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian quickened his pace, knowing Erbao didn’t like strangers approaching, it probably had been acting out these days.
After he sped up, Chen Xin had to jog to keep up, "Big boss, I heard Jiang, the male god, arrived a day early, should we go say hello?"
No choice, with her short legs, she had to both walk and run.
"No need." Ji Mingqian’s gaze darkened slightly, "We’ll see him later during the shoot."
Chen Xin thought for a moment, then asked, "The director said he’s inviting you and Jiang, the male god, for lunch to discuss the shoot, should we go to the appointment, big boss?"
Which manager works as hard as she does, needing to consult the artist’s decision for every little matter.
Ji Mingqian made a sound of acknowledgment but didn’t specify whether he agreed or not.
Chen Xin was full of questions, chasing him, "Are we going or not?"
"We’ll go." he replied.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin breathed a sigh of relief, glad he agreed to go, otherwise she’d be the one worrying.
Collecting the room key, Ji Mingqian hurriedly headed for the elevator, completely ignoring the enamored receptionists.
