Foul Play

This story is complete. Warning!! Cringeworthy past, read at your own risk!!! (My next book will be The Truth Is, He's Pretending. Please add it to your favorites~) (Sunshine on the surface, brooding and secretly dark-hearted younger brother x pure, gentle older sister) Just before closing time, the flower shop suddenly received an order for another bouquet of roses. Yu Yan carried the bouquet by herself to a racetrack roaring with noise, where a young man raced with wild abandon. After delivering the flowers to the customer, her gaze inevitably landed on the sunny young man in the distance. She asked, “Who is that?” The customer answered proudly, “Tang Chuang. An F1 prodigy, a speed demon.” Later, Yu Yan went to watch her younger brother's race in person and saw Tang Chuang at the track again. The darling of F1, he had suffered a sudden setback and fallen back to the second tier. Seeing the young man gaze at the track, occasionally looking dejected, Yu Yan gave him the last white magnolia in her flower shop. “Just being safe and sound is a blessing.” The magnolia was as white as snow, pure and elegant. “Sis, the flower you gave me looks just like you.” The young man's gaze burned brightly. After that, the young man came to the flower shop every day to take away one white magnolia. Yu Yan, too, quietly fell for the young man's fiery, sun-seeking spirit. She summoned her courage and confessed to him, never imagining that she was falling into a deliberately fabricated romance. Until one day, the flower was left behind, and Yu Yan witnessed the young man personally ruining his opponent's career. Only then did she realize that the little sun at her side was actually a notorious, two-faced vicious dog. The white magnolia she had given him was crushed to pieces the moment he turned away. After they broke up, Yu Yan's younger brother was repeatedly targeted by his opponents on the track. When he faced an unfair ruling from a race official, a yellow flag was raised on the F1 circuit. The FIA, an entirely independent regulatory body, sent out its safety car. Even the wildest F1 drivers had to yield and slow down. From afar, she saw Tang Chuang, who had once fallen from his F1 pedestal, directing the entire field from inside the safety car, headphones on. “Stay in line behind me. Anyone who deliberately causes a collision will lose all their points for the season.” Later, because her younger brother had to compete in several F1 races, Yu Yan traveled with him and had no choice but to encounter Tang Chuang on the track, now working as a race official. She thought Tang Chuang would still do whatever he pleased and dominate the track in a different way, and that she and Tang Chuang would have nothing more to do with each other. She never expected Tang Chuang to hold the flower from their first meeting and clasp her hand tightly in the grandstand, surrounded by waving red flags and a sea of spectators. “Don't you dare run away.” The young man's gaze was as fiery as ever, his eyes churning with emotion. “I won't run away anymore, Sis. Can you give me one last chance?” Content notes: 1. The male lead is an F1 safety car driver and an FIA official. The female lead manages a flower shop. 2. Older woman-younger man romance, three-year age gap. 3. The story mentions related technical knowledge. Please don't scrutinize it too closely. April 1, 2022 My completed story, A Thousand Miles an Hour, is another racing story in the same series. Extras will be posted from time to time. It can be read as a standalone story, though characters from A Thousand Miles an Hour will make appearances. My next book will be The Truth Is, He's Pretending. You can find it by visiting my author page! (Formerly aloof racing engineer, now powerful wife-obsessed big shot x rich, beautiful little temptress / both virgins / happy ending) Sheng Yuanfei, the little princess of the West District, was proud and pampered, with a family background and looks that were beyond reach. She was never short of men or admirers. By chance, she saw a young man at a bar, wearing a spotless school uniform. He ordered only a plate of pasta and quietly read a book in the corner. People around them laughed. “Who comes to a bar to do homework? This top student has come to the wrong place!” Only Sheng Yuanfei knew that the boy was the country bumpkin her sworn enemy's family had brought back from the countryside. The country bumpkin had low standing in her rival's family. He was withdrawn and kept to himself. But his talent for designing racing cars was astonishing. At a young age, he had already reached the top of the racing engineering field. Sheng Yuanfei had a grudge against her rival. She deliberately pressed down on the boy's tablet as he studied, then gave him a flirtatious look. “Let's make a deal. Be my boyfriend for two months, and I'll call it even with your younger brother.” The boy pulled his tablet back, his expression warning everyone to keep their distance. “The new racing design I just made wasn't saved.” The wheel of fortune turns. The Sheng family offended someone, and Sheng Yuanfei had no choice but to seek a truce with her sworn enemy. In the luxurious, extravagant world of business, the withdrawn boy who had once only thought about things and drawn racing blueprints had, in the blink of an eye, gained power and become the West District's most sought-after rising star. The man was noble and aloof, like a cold moon in the heavens, far beyond anyone's reach. “Miss Sheng, let's make a deal. Let me be your boyfriend now, and I'll help you.” Everyone knew how terrifying Shang Mu's methods were. He had climbed up from the bottom of the racing engineering world, and was nothing less than a monster in human skin, skilled at manipulating power. But late at night, when it was just him and Sheng Yuanfei, he pinned her against a table covered in blueprints and stubbornly kissed her fingertips again and again, his gaze nearly fanatical. “Don't touch anyone else, okay...?” Sheng Yuanfei: “Weren't you pretty good at pretending before?” “I won't pretend anymore.” Theme: Follow traffic laws, starting with me.