Chapter 114: I Am Her Man

“Miss Lin…” Song Wenwen waved at Lin Siyu as she ran toward her.

After several laps, Lin Siyu felt much lighter in spirit. It had been seven days without any news from Zhang Xiaofan, and the silence gnawed at her patience. Restless, she drove her Lamborghini to Hidden Dragon Mountain, knowing that Zhang Xiaofan had forged a legendary name in the racing world here.

Today, someone had claimed to challenge Zhang Xiaofan but received no response. Rumors circulated among racers that Zhang Xiaofan was afraid.

As Zhang Xiaofan’s woman, Lin Siyu couldn’t stand such talk.

So, she came.

“Hm?” Lin Siyu looked at the beautiful woman before her with a hint of curiosity. It seemed the woman had tried to stop her on the way up the mountain.

“Do you know me?” Lin Siyu asked.

“There’s no time to explain. Cancel your race with Tang Fei. Xiaofan will be here soon,” Song Wenwen urged.

“Xiaofan is coming? You know Xiaofan?” Lin Siyu questioned.

“Yes, he helped me in a race the other day,” Song Wenwen replied.

“I see, but I’ve already accepted the challenge…” Lin Siyu hesitated.

“Then just stall. Tang Fei is from Kyoto and has come to sabotage us. I’ve heard his driving skills surpass Mu Han’s. Let’s wait for Xiaofan. If you lose, you’ll have to agree to his terms. If he tries anything…” Song Wenwen’s concern showed.

“Dream on. I, Lin Siyu, will only ever be Zhang Xiaofan’s woman,” Lin Siyu declared fiercely.

Suddenly, the roar of engines echoed from the foot of the mountain. A sleek silver-gray sports car, with a strong futuristic aerodynamic design, thundered up like lightning and screeched to a halt beside Lin Siyu’s Lamborghini.

Once the car was steady, seven or eight other colorful sports cars followed—each worth hundreds of millions!

No one paid attention to those now; even Song Wenwen was captivated by the car parked beside them.

A Koenigsegg One:1, a global limited edition with only six in existence, valued at one hundred million yuan, and not just anyone could buy one—it required status.

Even Lin Siyu hadn’t expected Tang Fei’s ride to be this Koenigsegg One:1.

No wonder this man dared to claim the title of Kyoto’s top young master, and boast he would defeat Zhang Xiaofan to claim the title of Jinhai Racing God.

With such a top-tier supercar, boasting immense horsepower, even a little driving skill would suffice. Unless the opponent’s car was equally legendary, performance alone would decide the outcome.

The Koenigsegg One:1 accelerates from zero to 400 km/h in under 20 seconds, reaching a top speed of 460 km/h. With further modifications like thrusters, its speed would be terrifying.

Lin Siyu’s car, the Lamborghini Veneno, was also a limited edition, but both in value and performance, it paled compared to Tang Fei’s Koenigsegg.

The Lamborghini Veneno accelerates from zero to 100 km/h in just 2.8 seconds, with a top speed of 354 km/h, worth over twenty million yuan.

At that moment, a man in black casual wear emerged from the Koenigsegg, smiling, followed by a strikingly beautiful woman dressed provocatively.

It was only natural; which wealthy heir would appear without a beautiful companion, especially at such a racing event? Beyond the cars, women symbolized status.

Many recognized the woman as a popular actress.

Their grand entrance stunned even Song Wenwen, while the other women screamed wildly—this was the epitome of a top-tier second-generation rich kid.

“You’re the so-called ‘Fan’s woman’?” Tang Fei approached Lin Siyu’s Lamborghini and asked.

“My man is Zhang Xiaofan, not some ‘Fan’,” Lin Siyu retorted sharply.

“Oh, whatever. You’re racing on his behalf because he’s too scared to take the challenge himself. Sending a woman instead—what a joke,” Tang Fei sneered contemptuously.

Lin Siyu’s expression darkened instantly. “You don’t have the qualifications to judge my man.”

At the same time, Song Wenwen, Jiang Haichuan, and Xu Changqing also looked displeased. Especially Mu Han, who had personally witnessed Zhang Xiaofan’s skills—he was a true racing god!

No matter how skilled the Kyoto heir was or how flashy his car, his driving could never compare to Zhang Xiaofan’s. Zhang probably just didn’t want to waste time.

“Don’t think a fancy car makes you invincible. True masters win regardless of their vehicle. My Fan recently outran a Ferrari LaFerrari in a Cayenne,” Song Wenwen sneered, recalling the life-or-death high-speed chase Zhang Xiaofan had taken her on not long ago. Such extreme skill was beyond this Kyoto heir’s reach.

“Hah, if that’s true, why doesn’t he show up? Afraid, maybe?” Tang Fei taunted.

Just then, another thunderous engine noise came from below. Song Wenwen glanced over and suddenly smiled.

“My Fan is here. Let’s see how much longer you can act cocky,” she said, almost unconsciously calling Zhang Xiaofan “Fan.”

Inside the Lamborghini, Lin Siyu’s face brightened with joy, tinged with a hint of grievance. Why had he kept his phone off all these days? Was that woman driving him crazy?

Soon, a Hummer drifted perfectly to a stop—Zhang Xiaofan’s Cayenne.

Lin Siyu stepped out and immediately embraced Zhang Xiaofan without hesitation, kissing him passionately.

“Honey, save that for later. So many people are watching,” Zhang Xiaofan gently pushed her away, speaking softly.

“Hmph, I bet you’ve forgotten me these days,” Lin Siyu pouted coquettishly.

“Not at all. I was injured and resting for seven days, and my phone was off the whole time,” Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile. “I know I was wrong. Let’s talk about it at home, okay?”

“Mm,” Lin Siyu nodded obediently.

“All right, leave the rest to me. I want to see who dares bully my woman. Must be blind,” Zhang Xiaofan said calmly, yet exuding an unspoken dominance.

Countless young women in Jinhai swooned. Since Zhang Xiaofan defeated Mu Han, as racing enthusiasts, they idolized him.

They called him “Fan” affectionately. Now that he was here, all their grievances vanished. Who dared claim he was afraid?

Though, how they wished they were the woman in his arms…

But she seemed to be the president of the Lin Group—none of them stood a chance. Perhaps only a woman like her could match Fan.

Meanwhile, the young masters of Jinhai looked at Zhang Xiaofan with reverence. The Jinhai Racing God had arrived. Let’s see how this Kyoto heir would behave now.

Tang Fei and his entourage, however, wore disdainful expressions. The Tang family was a massive clan in Kyoto. How dare this kid from small Jinhai, driving a battered Hummer, speak so arrogantly?

“Heh, quite the mouth. And who are you?” Tang Fei frowned. Even in Jinhai, people who dared call him “blind” rarely escaped a slap. Who was this guy, so brazen?

“I am her man,” Zhang Xiaofan said calmly.

He paid no mind to Tang Fei’s attitude. The license plate alone revealed Tang Fei’s Kyoto origins; his top-tier supercar confirmed he was a wealthy heir.

Tang Fei surprisingly did not lose his temper this time. Perhaps being away from Kyoto mellowed him. Looking at the goddess-like Lin Siyu and then at Zhang Xiaofan’s age, Tang Fei couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret.

“Beautiful, why not come with me to Kyoto? I’ll give you endless wealth and honor,” Tang Fei said, looking at Lin Siyu.

What the hell… Zhang Xiaofan’s expression soured. How dare he try to poach right under his nose?

At that moment, Lin Siyu responded with sheer disdain, “You, this frivolous rich kid? You aren’t even worthy of my support. Money’s the one thing I never lack.”

Tang Fei was taken aback. Well, she did drive a Lamborghini worth over twenty million. No wonder she wasn’t short of money… It stung a bit to his pride.