The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as Qie Xileing’s sleek black car crossed the finish line, securing his victory in the WSCC race. The deafening roar of the engines subsided, making way for jubilant cheers and ecstatic shouts from the stands. Qie Xieling’s heart raced with adrenaline as he completed his victory lap.

With a sudden twist of the steering wheel, he sent his car into a dizzying whirl, spinning round and round in a mesmerizing display. The tires screeched against the asphalt, leaving behind trails of burnt rubber and wisps of smoke that curled upward, shrouding the race track in a thick cloud.

Within the swirling haze, the crowd watched in awe as the car became a phantom, a creature of speed and power emerging from the darkness. The headlights pierced through the smoke like the piercing eyes of a formidable beast on the prowl, its presence commanding attention and respect.

Qie Xieling’s heart raced with each revolution, his skill and precision evident in the controlled chaos of his doughnuts. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers blending with the thunderous growl of the engine.

As Qie Xieling brought his car to a graceful halt, he felt a surge of triumph course through his veins. The smoke from his tyres slowly dissipated, casting an ethereal haze around him. The commentators’ voices boomed through the speakers, their excitement palpable.

"He has done it! Xieling, the newcomer, has shattered the record and emerged victorious today!" one commentator exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "This is an extraordinary achievement for such a young talent!"

The other commentator chimed in, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. "Absolutely incredible! Xieling has proven that he is a force to be reckoned with in the world of WSCC. What a spectacular performance!"

Qie Xieling’s crew, overcome with joy, rushed to his side. They surrounded his car, their faces beaming with pride. They wasted no time in pulling him out of the car, their hands clapping him on the back and congratulating him with an outpouring of exuberance.

Amidst the chaotic celebration, Qie Xieling’s gaze flickered upwards, searching for a familiar face. He looked up to the private lounge, scanning the crowd until his eyes met Luo Muchen’s. A surge of warmth spread through his chest, and a smile curved on his lips.

Locked in that moment, Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen shared an unspoken connection that transcended the jubilation around them. In his heart, victory tasted sweeter because he knew that his sweetheart was there, witnessing his triumph.

The deafening cheers from the crowd faded into the background as they stared at each other. Fireworks burst in the night sky, casting a mesmerizing display of vibrant colours that danced upon their skin. The reflection of the dazzling spectacle illuminated their features, making their connection feel all the more magical. The sun had long set, leaving behind a star-studded canvas that mirrored the brilliance of their love.

Amidst the celebration, the commentators’ voices boomed through the speakers, amplifying the excitement. "Muchen’s wife did it! He just broke the world record!" they shouted with unbridled enthusiasm. The words reverberated through the air, merging with the background noise of roaring engines and jubilant fans.

But his attention was solely fixed on Luo Muchen. Luo Muchen smiled shyly turning his gaze away.

Qie Xieling was pulled to the podium and as he stood there basking in the glory of his victory, he found himself surrounded by a swarm of enthusiastic reporters.

Cameras flashed, microphones were thrust in his face, and questions were fired at him from every direction. He did his best to answer with a smile, but his gaze kept shifting towards the VIP lounge, where he really wanted to be.

Amidst the flurry of inquiries, one reporter managed to catch his attention. She held up a photo of his car, adorned with the words "Muchen’s wife." The question that followed brought a bashful smile on his face.

"Xieling, congratulations on your incredible win! We noticed the message on your car. Does this mean there’s a wedding in the future for you?"

Qie Xieling’s laughter bubbled up, a mix of joy and nervous excitement. He ran a hand through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest. Thoughts of how amazing it would be to marry Luo Muchen flooded his mind as he considered the reporter’s question.

"Well," he replied, sheepishly, "hopefully! But I have to propose first." His eyes twinkled with anticipation, imagining the moment when he would go down on one knee and pop the question. He didn’t care that they had just become official. He wanted to make it official official as he didn’t know how long he had in this game world.

The reporters erupted in cheers, capturing his genuine happiness on camera. His mind however was racing with ideas, envisioning the perfect proposal that would sweep Luo Muchen off his feet.

While he was being handed his trophy, Luo Muchen had already commenced the second phase of his plan. He turned to leave and his uncle stopped him.

"I am done playing games with you. You should know that if I don’t get what I want I will resort to unorthodox means to get it."

Luo Muchen turned back to look at all three of them before saying, "Don’t get tired yet uncle. The games have just begun."

He left with those words lingering in the air. President Yin scoffed before drinking the rest of the whiskey in his glass. Since he wanted to play then this uncle would happily oblige.

Luo Muchen stepped into the passageway surrounded by his men when a familiar figure appeared in front of him but it was someone he didn’t want to see.

Bager looked like a dishevelled mess his chest undulating rapidly. He stared at Luo Muchen his eyes filled with pain and resentment. He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept that Qie Xieling had not only won but also taken his man. He came here to plead with Luo Muchen but when he saw him he broke down.