She told a little lie, "I’m going to the restroom, focus on your work."

Even if he discovered it, that would be an issue for later, as she wanted to go see her big motorcycle.

Not waiting for Li Mochan to speak, she hung up the phone crisply and decisively.

"Should we have the family driver take us there?" Jiang Yisheng came over, saw the motorcycle key in her hand, and suggested softly.

His hand hadn’t fully healed, driving wasn’t convenient, and with a baby on the way, for safety’s sake, he thought having the driver shuttle them would be safer.

Ye Jiuliang raised her eyebrows and flashed a rascally smile, "Are you questioning my driving skills?"

She locked eyes with his and suddenly recalled she was still known as Black J. The corners of his mouth turned up with a wry smile.

"Alright, my mistake."

Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, twirling the key as she walked briskly outside.

Jiang Yisheng picked up the phone from the table and followed her quickly.

...

Passing by the coffee shop, Ye Jiuliang parked the bike in a roadside parking spot.

"What’s up?" Jiang Yisheng retracted his gaze from the window, asking with puzzlement.

As she unbuckled her safety belt, Ye Jiuliang replied, "Just buying some drinks for the club members."

Glancing at the coffee shop, Jiang Yisheng also unbuckled his safety belt, put on a hat, and got out of the car with her.

This coffee shop was the best-known on the whole street, and perhaps because it was the afternoon, the customer traffic wasn’t scant.

Seeing the crowded crowd, Ji Mingqian looked at the person next to him with concern, "Jiuliang, why don’t you sit over there while I’ll go place the order for what you want to buy."

"Don’t worry, it’s no bother," Ye Jiuliang said, lips curved, and headed straight for the cashier.

She flipped through the menu, and her fingertips slid, "Thirty cups of each kind."

The large number of cold drinks she ordered made the clerk look as if he’d seen a god of wealth, his face beaming with smiles.

Ye Jiuliang took a pen and paper, left an address and number, "Please deliver to this address later."

"Of course, we will deliver as soon as possible," the clerk responded with a smile.

Jiang Yisheng took the hot coffee handed out by the clerk, turned around, and found that Ye Jiuliang had already paid.

She packed away her wallet, "Let’s go."

"It’s Yisheng, ahhh..." A girl’s scream suddenly rang out from the side.

Upon this exclamation, the atmosphere around them changed abruptly.

"Don’t look up, head to the door," Ye Jiuliang reminded in a low voice.

Jiang Yisheng kept his head down and kept walking.

No more than two steps later, fans continuously began to gather around them.

"Yisheng, can you not disband the fan club?"

"Asheng, when does your next concert start?"

Amid the uproar, the scene descended into chaos.

Jiang Yisheng reflexively looked towards Ye Jiuliang, fearful the fans would bump into her, "Jiuliang, you go out first."

Before he could finish, someone collided with him, spilling the hot coffee he was holding, scalding his hand.

Ye Jiuliang’s expression slightly darkened, and she rebuked coldly, "What’s the pushing for? Everyone back up."

A commanding presence radiated from her, and the noise abruptly ceased.

The fans who had been pressing forward exchanged looks and retreated as if bewitched.

Ye Jiuliang pulled a few tissue papers to wipe the coffee off Jiang Yisheng’s hand, which had turned red instantly against his already fair skin.

She frowned, "Asheng, go rinse it with some cold water."

The scorching pain in his hand slightly numbing, Jiang Yisheng headed for the washroom.

The fans surrounding them watched her cool countenance, their breathing involuntarily becoming cautious.

Suddenly, a cold glare swept towards them, and a chilling dread rose from the soles of their feet.

Ye Jiuliang parted her red lips, "Fancying a celebrity should have limits, he too needs proper personal space."

At that moment, Jiang Yisheng walked out, his hand back red and swollen, which was quite shocking to see.

Ye Jiuliang then got him another cup of coffee and gave him a meaningful look, "Let’s go."

This time, without the fans blocking the way, Jiang Yisheng left the coffee shop without any hindrance.

Once seated in the car, Ye Jiuliang handed him the coffee, "How’s your hand?"

"It’s okay, not too painful now," Jiang Yisheng secured his seatbelt and sipped the coffee.

"The club has medicine; we’ll go over there and apply some more to it," Ye Jiuliang said as she started the car and drove off.

**

The racing event was imminent, and to everyone’s surprise, the atmosphere in the car club was relaxed and joyful.

As soon as you stepped through the door, you could hear bursts of laughter and cheering coming from inside.

Ye Jiuliang was already familiar with the place.

It was Jiang Yisheng’s first visit, so naturally, he stayed close to Ye Jiuliang.

When they found the track, the race had just ended, and people were chatting and joking around.

There, sitting right in the center, Ji Mingqian was quite conspicuous.

"Black J is here," someone close to the entrance recognized Ye Jiuliang, a look of excitement appearing on their face.

At the sound, the chatting and laughing racers all fell silent and turned to look at the door.

Once they saw who had arrived, they surged forward.

"Black J, I have a few questions I’d like to ask you."

"Black J, I have questions too."

It was a rare opportunity to meet Black J, and they were all eager to seek advice. It wasn’t often they had the chance to "hug the thighs" of a great master like this.

Ji Mingqian looked up, and his gaze brushed past the person standing beside Ye Jiuliang, a hint of surprise on his face.

Why is he here too?

Ye Jiuliang snapped her fingers, and everyone fell silent as if by an unspoken agreement.

In a gentle voice, she said, "I bought everyone cold drinks; they’ve been delivered to the lounge. I’ll come over in a little while; if you have questions, ask me then."

Hearing this, everyone dispersed and headed to the lounge.

Ji Mingqian walked over, his gaze flittering nonchalantly over Jiang Yisheng.

"What brings you two here all of a sudden?"

Ye Jiuliang glanced at him, "If you can come, why can’t I?"

She looked around, "Where’s the medical kit?"

She remembered that there should always be a medical kit prepared at the track.

"What do you need the medical kit for?" Ji Mingqian asked, puzzled. "Are you injured?"

"It’s Asheng," Ye Jiuliang replied. "He burned his hand."

Hearing this, Ji Mingqian’s expression changed, and he glanced at his hand. The elegant, jade-like hand was hidden under the sleeve, the injury not visible.

"Go fetch the medical kit, what are you standing around for?" Ye Jiuliang said, patting him lightly to hurry him along.

Snapping back to reality, Ji Mingqian went to get the medical kit.

"Asheng, come over and sit down," Ye Jiuliang said, sitting under a sun umbrella and waving Jiang Yisheng over.

Jiang Yisheng walked over, taking off his hat, his soft hair slightly disheveled.

Sitting down across from Ye Jiuliang, he looked around, "Did you guys used to come here often?"

Seeing the excitement of the others, it felt like they were quite familiar with her and Ji Mingqian.

Ye Jiuliang nodded, "Quite often, just come to hang out when we have nothing else to do."

Soon after, Ji Mingqian came back with the medical kit in hand.

He set the medical kit down on the table and pulled up a chair to sit.

As soon as he spoke, his tone was somewhat resigned, "How did you get injured again?"

The cast had just come off, and now his hand was burned. Why was he always getting into trouble?