Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered by All-Chapter 123 - 122: Two True Bigshots

Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Two True Bigshots

Chi Gui: ?

“A race?” Fu Si unbuckled his seatbelt, his slender fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel, “The loser must agree to one demand from the winner, what do you say?”

Chi Gui slightly raised her eyebrows; she wasn’t interested in making demands of Fu Si, but the idea of racing on a challenging mountain road…

Chi Gui’s left index finger and thumb gently rubbed together, suppressing the excitement and fervor welling up inside her, she nodded: “Alright.”

She got out of the car and walked over to the Ferrari, politely greeting Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng watched Chi Gui get into the car, bent down, and was about to teach her the functions of the various buttons.

After all, Miss Chi had been brought back from the rural areas; she probably had not been exposed to such high-end vehicles before.

But before he could speak, Chi Gui had already started the car with practiced ease.

Qin Cheng: ?

He changed what he was going to say to: “Would you like to…”

Run a couple of laps to get familiar with the controls?

Before he could finish his sentence, Chi Gui had already executed a beautiful drift with the tail of the car, parking precisely next to Fu Si’s vehicle.

Qin Cheng: …

Fu Si’s handsome eyebrows rose slightly, and his usually somber eyes brightened.

Having watched the videos before, he thought Chi’s handling was very crisp and graceful, but seeing it with his own eyes was even more astonishing.

The only other person who had ever impressed him like that was “Hunter.”

Fu Si, somewhat dazed, thought to himself, but then he saw Chi Gui gesture to him—a motion with the thumb and index finger pointing forward, the other three fingers curled into the palm, a very cool move.

Fu Si blinked.

That gesture… was also a signature move of “Hunter.”

Signaling him to go first.

For a moment, he even felt as if “Hunter” was right in front of him.

Then, Fu Si shook his head with a smile, dismissing the ridiculous thought from his mind.

Chi had said her favorite was “Hunter,” probably copying the gestures.

Fu Si collected his thoughts and started his car first.

Chi Gui had never driven this route and indeed needed him to lead the way.

Although Fu Si had told Chi Gui it was a competition, he hadn’t truly intended to compete; his goal was simply to obtain an “unconditional demand” from her under legitimate pretenses.

At first, he had the luxury of admiring Chi Gui’s beautiful maneuvers through the rear-view mirror, but as they continued driving, he suddenly began to feel some pressure.

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Although it appeared Chi Gui was firmly suppressed behind him, he didn’t dare to be distracted for a moment, fearing that once he lost focus, he would be left far behind by her.

…Like the nightmare of being dominated by “Hunter” years ago.

After a run through the mountain road, Chi Gui hadn’t managed to overtake him, but Fu Si was not at ease either; when he got out of the car, there was a noticeable sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Chi Gui also stepped out of her car, her dark apricot eyes now seeming to brim with stars, sparkling brightly: “That was an interesting race.”

She looked at Fu Si with a trace of reluctance to end there, “Another round?”

It had been a while since she had driven such a high-end race car, and only now had she gotten used to its specific operations.

Fu Si: …

The sweat on his forehead felt cool when the cold wind blew over it.

He suddenly began to regret his foolish proposition to race.

Fu Si looked at the clear expectation on Chi Gui’s face, the usually calm and even somewhat indifferent girl, for the first time clearly showing her emotions before him.

He…couldn’t refuse.

That night, Fu Si and Chi Gui competed in six rounds, with Fu Si winning five.

To adapt to the car, Chi Gui had changed her usual driving style, lagging slightly behind Fu Si each time.

And Fu Si, accommodating Chi Gui, also altered his driving method.

After the sixth round, both of their cars stopped side by side at the foot of the mountain.

Fu Si got out of the car, lazily leaning on the hood, his eyes smiling as he regarded Chi Gui.

She too leaned against the hood, her arms propped on the engine cover, her fair cheeks slightly flushed with excitement, breaking away from her usual composure and adding a different charm.

Fu Si looked at her deeply, his lips curving into a smile, lavishing praise without stint: “Worthy of being a fan of ‘Hunter,’ you’ve imitated her driving style at least eighty percent accurately. I even felt quite pressured.”

The real ‘Hunter,’ Chi Gui: “You’re also worthy of being a fan of ‘Death God,’ almost perfectly replicating his driving style.”

The real ‘Death God,’ Fu Si let out a light laugh: “After all, I’m a devoted fan.”

The two heavyweights exchanged smiles, perfectly missing the truth through their imaginations.