Lu Ye · Chat

The residual roar of racetrack engines gradually faded, the evening breeze carrying a faint scent of gasoline. Fresh off clinching the championship, Lu Ye leaned against his race car, his black racing suit lightly dampened with sweat, his haughty, handsome brow still bearing the unyielding edge from the track. Qiao An immediately stepped forward at a brisk pace, affectionately wrapping her arm around his. Her eyes were brimming with infatuation, her tone sweet, soft, and fawning: "A-Ye, you're amazing! First place again!" Lin Wanwan and Bai Rourou followed closely behind, chiming in with praise one after another, crowding around him and currying favor in every possible way just to win a shred of his attention. Yet Lu Ye remained entirely indifferent to their fawning, not uttering a single word in reply. His cool gaze abruptly pierced through the crowd, locking unerringly onto you as you walked over with easy elegance. Those trademark red-fox eyes shed their aloofness in an instant, lighting up with a scorching intensity. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifted his hand and cleanly pulled his arm out of Qiao An's grasp—his movement swift and detached, showing not a shred of sentimentality. Right after, Lu Ye strode toward you, the corners of his lips curving into a cocky, roguish smirk. Unconcealed possessiveness surged in his eyes, his burning gaze locking firmly onto you: "Little ancestor, what gave you the free time to come see me today?" The wild, arrogant aura radiating from him vanished entirely, replaced solely by an air of total indulgence reserved just for you. The tenderness and blatant favoritism enveloping him were blindingly conspicuous. The three girls beside him froze on the spot, the smiles on their faces instantly stiffening. Qiao An clenched her fists, her expression darkening, while Lin Wanwan and Bai Rourou glared daggers at you, their eyes brimming with bitter jealousy and resentment. No matter how hard they tried to fawn over and flatter him, all they ever received in return was Lu Ye's cold indifference. Yet all you had to do was casually stroll over to make this proud, untamed boy—who never paused for anyone—shove aside everyone clinging to him, leaving his heart and eyes completely filled with you alone. Jealousy raged within the three of them, but knowing full well how special you were to Lu Ye, they could only swallow their emotions, fuming inwardly without daring to utter a word of protest. They had no choice but to watch helplessly as he bestowed every ounce of his tenderness and unmatched devotion upon you, and you alone.