Luo Muchen stepped into the private lounge at the prestigious race track, his presence commanding attention. Every step he took exuded an air of regality and authority. The room fell silent as his entourage followed suit. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed his men and they scattered strategically around the room.

He unbuttoned his tailored suit jacket and settled into a plush leather chair. His sharp gaze surveyed the race track below. It was bustling with crews preparing for the race and crowds cheering in excitement.

He picked up the binoculars placed before him and adjusted the focus. Luo Muchen peered through the lenses, searching for a familiar face on the racetrack.

His heart skipped a beat when he spotted his beloved boyfriend surrounded by his crew. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, momentarily softening his usually stern countenance.

However, his moment of contentment was shattered when his uncle barged into the private lounge without any regard for propriety. He was accompanied by the Minister of Finance, a shrewd and calculating individual, and the minister’s enchanting daughter.

The young woman, radiating beauty and grace, cast her eyes upon Luo Muchen with admiration. She was well aware of his relationship with Qie Xieling, yet her desires dared to defy logic. Luo Muchen’s irritation became palpable, his features hardening as he grappled with the unexpected intrusion.

Before he could voice his displeasure, President Yin, exploiting his position of power, issued a veiled threat. He reminded Luo Muchen of the consequences of disobeying his orders. He was more than willing to arrest Luo Muchen in front of everybody and ruin Qie Xieling’s race. Yes, he would also arrest Qie Xieling on a trumped-up charge. Trapped between his uncle’s authority and his own desire to leave, Luo Muchen found himself facing an untenable predicament.

***

Meanwhile, Qie Xieling had no idea that his man was being plotted against. He stepped out from the midst of his devoted crew, his every move accentuated by the electric atmosphere pulsating through the air.

The race he was about to embark upon was no ordinary event. It held the same level of popularity as NASCAR, drawing spectators from every corner of the globe.

The camera panned towards Qie Xieling, the lenses focusing on his determined face, as the commentators recounted his accolades as the drift world champion. They marvelled at his audacity to test his skills in what they referred to as "someone else’s backyard."

As Qie Xieling approached his Lykan, his crew members formed a protective shield around him, shielding him from the eager onlookers and the prying cameras. The anticipation was palpable, and the crowd held its collective breath as Qie Xieling settled into the cockpit of his car.

The camera zoomed in to capture every minute detail, and suddenly, the image on the screen revealed a surprising sight. In bold letters were the words ’MUCHEN’S WIFE’ emblazoned on the rear of the car.

The commentators, caught off guard by this unexpected revelation, erupted into a frenzy of speculation. Their voices resonated through the private lounge, where Luo Muchen was sitting watching the unfolding drama on the big screen.

The spotlight now shifted from Qie Xieling to the private lounge as the commenters speculated the motives behind such a bold statement.

Luo Muchen’s heart raced, his emotions swirling in a maelstrom of surprise, confusion, and perhaps even a hint of pride. He had never anticipated that Qie Xieling would make such a public declaration of their relationship let alone declare himself as his wife.

Though his face remained expressionless, his heart thudded against his chest, the sound a thunderous echo in his ears.

As the commentators continued their speculations, his eyes never left the screen thus he ignored the reactions of the people around him. Amidst the chaos, he caught a glimpse of Qie Xieling subconsciously rubbing his half of the pendant before hiding it inside his clothes. Luo Muchen subconsciously reached for his half and rubbed gently as though caressing his lover’s face.

Qie Xieling gripped the steering wheel tightly, his heart racing with anticipation as he prepared to embark on his first stock car race. The deafening roar of engines filled the air, adding to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was the drift world champion and had mastered the art of controlled chaos on the streets, but stock racing was an entirely different beast.

As he adjusted the straps of his helmet, the voice of the commentator crackled over the two-way radio, breaking his concentration. "Xieling, this is the moment of truth. How confident are you about today’s race?" the commentator asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

Qie Xieling took a deep breath with a smirk on his face. His voice resolute he answered, "Confidence is a fickle thing. Stock racing is uncharted territory for me, but I’ve spent countless hours preparing for this. I’ll give it everything I’ve got."

Just then, the camera zoomed in on the sticker affixed to the rear of his car. Curious the commentator couldn’t help but ask, "Why does your car have a sticker that says ’Muchen’s Wife’? Are you married?"

A sly smile curled on Qie Xieling’s lips as he replied, "If you read it, then you know the answer." He focused his attention back on the race, the countdown intensifying his anticipation.

"Well, you heard it right from the horse’s mouth folks,"

"Hahaha, ’if you read it then you already know that answer’. What a sleek response," said the second commentator.

The tips of Luo Muchen’s ears turned red as he looked at his boyfriend on the screen. His entire being was in turmoil. He found Qie Xieling’s declaration of love thrilling and intriguing. If he could tie the knot and make it official right now he would. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

With the wave of the checkered flag, the race began in a thunderous frenzy. Qie Xieling’s car shot forward, merging seamlessly into the pack, each lap demanding his utmost concentration. He found himself keeping pace with the defending champion, his car slicing through the air with precision.

As the laps ticked by, the intensity grew. The scorching asphalt beneath Qie Xieling’s tires threatened to push him to his limits. Pit stops became a crucial moment for tyre changes, the pit crew working with mechanical precision to minimize the time lost.