Before Yan Chi could say anything, the staff were already surprised, clearly assuming that Gu Qingtong didn’t know how to drive. However, as a proper wealthy heiress, how could she not be skilled at something as extravagant as driving sports cars? In fact, she was pretty good at it; her talents were more in “unconventional” areas like gaming and racing.
She received her first sports car as a gift from Gu Shuyu when she turned 18, but back then, she was focused on preparing for Central Film Academy’s entrance exams, so the car sat unused in the garage. After passing her college entrance exams that summer, she got her driver’s license and took the car out to show it off. Yan Yijia even introduced her briefly to the elite racing circles in City A. Within just two months, Gu Qingtong had defeated nearly all the amateur heirs, and whenever she showed up at the club, none of the young masters dared to bring their dates for fear of losing face. After all, they knew it would be embarrassing.
When summer ended, Gu Qingtong got bored and headed back to school, growing busier each year and rarely touching cars. Since she was more than happy being taken care of, she never mentioned her driving skills again and instead let drivers and assistants handle her transportation. Yet, that wild summer left a lasting mark on her reputation. In the elite circles of City A, Gu Qingtong’s image as a spoiled, free-spirited heiress only grew, especially with the young men she’d beaten embellishing the stories to save face.
Reflecting on this, Gu Qingtong suddenly realized that in terms of notorious figures in the upper circles, only she and Yan Chi stood out. Of course, Yan Chi was admired for her untouchable excellence, while Gu Qingtong was known for her audacious, unpredictable actions.
But besides the egging-on from the chat, Gu Qingtong had a secret reason why she simply *had* to drive today—one that would soon become apparent. She snuck a glance at Yan Chi, hoping to catch a trace of surprise. Instead, Yan Chi just smiled calmly, saying: “Then today, I’ll leave it to Tongtong.” She seemed unsurprised, as though she had always known.
Gu Qingtong blinked in surprise, suddenly recalling that Yan Chi once said that after reuniting at a Yan family gathering, she had gone and investigated everything about Gu Qingtong’s past. Could Yan Chi have actually gathered all the “infamous” tales about her rebellious antics over the years? Although some were exaggerated, Gu Qingtong did indeed have a history of annoying people with her audacious words and actions.
Those people were frustrated and helpless against her, and for the sake of saving face, they exaggerated her actions, which only made Gu Qingtong’s reputation sound more outrageous. Remembering how she often acted timid around Yan Chi, Gu Qingtong suddenly felt at a loss for words and looked up at the sky, pretending nothing had happened.
After Yan Chi spoke up and Gu Qingtong showed her license as proof she wasn’t driving without credentials, the production team reluctantly handed over the keys to the convertible. They added a strict reminder: “Please don’t scratch, dent, or roll it over—the entire program’s equipment budget wouldn’t cover this thing!”
Since Gu Qingtong was driving, the live-streaming phone was given to Yan Chi. She glanced at the chat and saw it was buzzing with comments about Gu Qingtong:
[Clumsy Tongtong driving? This doesn’t feel safe! Teacher Yan, be careful!!]
[She’s clearly taking the wheel just because we said the driver would be the dominant one with her sweetheart riding shotgun! Given Tongtong’s competitive streak, this seems risky!]
Yan Chi’s eyes lingered on the phone before returning to the determined figure in front of her. Her patient, gentle tone was a stark contrast to the cool, distant aura she usually carried, as she softly replied, “Tongtong can do anything she sets her mind to.”
It was the same phrase she’d said to Gu Qingtong on the day of their official announcement, unwaveringly protective, always standing by her side and offering support. The audience was instantly overwhelmed by this unexpected display of affection:
[Aww, Teacher Yan is defending her again! She’s way too doting!]
[I’m convinced, okay! I get it, I get it! I’m sold!]
Before they departed, the production team bombarded them with a long list of rules and challenges. Although they’d lost the mutual understanding test, the crafty team wasn’t about to make things easy for them. They added bizarre conditions to each task:
“Since we rented you the best possible vehicle, your budget is nearly exhausted, yet you still have to complete all tasks. You’ll have to figure it out yourselves. Here’s a list of local dishes you need to try and souvenirs to purchase…”
The list was overwhelmingly long, making it seem impossible to accomplish. Even the audience felt the production team’s relentless mischief was absurd; it was clear they didn’t want this couple to simply enjoy a sweet, uninterrupted honeymoon.
[This is too much, production team! What’s with these harsh tasks just to save face?! I signed up to watch a sweet, slow-burn travel vlog between the two of them, not some extreme island survival challenge!]
[The pranks during “Love Game” were funny, but now I feel like Teacher Yan and Tongtong are family, and I don’t want to see them suffer like this!]
While the live chat protested, Gu Qingtong and Yan Chi didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, they barely paid attention to the rules the production team rattled off. Yan Chi glanced at Gu Qingtong, only to find her little wife pretending to listen, yet with a mischievous grin that revealed a hint of her little fangs—clearly lost in some devious idea of her own.
So… what kind of surprise would Tongtong bring her?
As Gu Qingtong slipped into the driver’s seat of the bright red sports car, her understated outfit contrasted yet perfectly matched the car’s bold color. Especially in that moment when her hand gripped the steering wheel, and she raised her chin to look ahead—the sleek lines of the car and her poised, fierce energy seemed to merge, like a fire about to ignite.
Familiar with the thrill of speed, the gentle cluelessness usually surrounding her faded away, and a bold, confident spark took over. She knew this model, a Ferrari PM-series convertible, with a top speed of over 300 km/h. When the speed exceeds 200 km/h, the roar of the wind fills your ears, and everything around blurs into flowing streaks, leaving only the surge of adrenaline.
The rush of the unknown with each sharp turn pushes excitement to its peak, amplifying the thrill and growing intimacy. This is why all the young elites back in City A would bring a date along when they went street racing.
Gu Qingtong had never shared her passenger seat with anyone before; her passion for racing had always been fueled purely by her drive to win. But upon seeing a map that showed a winding, amateur racing track along the coastal cliffs of this seaside town, she suddenly knew what kind of surprise she wanted to give Yan Chi.
Originally, she’d planned to take Yan Chi there after filming was over to experience the roar of the wind and the thrill of speed together. But now, with the sports car the show had provided right at her fingertips, why not surprise her right now? She couldn’t wait to see her composed sister lose control, even just a little, under her driving skills.
Yan Chi had already settled into Gu Qingtong’s passenger seat, exuding her calm elegance and quiet authority, unperturbed by the striking woman behind the wheel. The live viewers also caught sight of them, and the imagined scene of the “boss lady and her sweet little partner” was nowhere to be seen. Instead, what appeared was a poised, fiery rose in her prime facing off against a calm, ethereal moonlight in a captivating clash.
[Whoa, whoa, is this racing, or racing in a different sense?! The tension is insane!]
[Tong Mei has a whole other side! Today, she’s totally the dominant one—can she pull it off this time?]
As Gu Qingtong started up the car, her voice, softened amidst the engine’s powerful roar, was meant for Yan Chi alone:
“Is big sister ready to elope with Tongtong?”
“Absolutely.”
With that calm, almost unexpectedly tender reply, Gu Qingtong floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow down the road.
The production team’s car followed behind. Though the pair was meant to film on their own, the crew stayed close for safety and, naturally, to make sure they completed the show’s tasks. Seeing Gu Qingtong’s practiced driving dispelled any doubts they’d had about her skills. But just as they relaxed, they noticed something was off—Gu Qingtong wasn’t following the planned route but was heading straight for the coastline.
What was she doing? And why so suddenly?
Especially since her speed was climbing fast. The production team’s small rental car, nowhere near as fast or powerful, could barely keep up and soon lost sight of the blazing red sports car.
Even Director Bu started to panic, reaching for the walkie-talkie to try and contact them.
The walkie-talkie in front of them blinked red, but Yan Chi only glanced at it briefly before shutting it off and tossing it aside on the dashboard. The livestream camera captured everything, and Yan Chi laughed lightly, saying,
“Our little getaway…I’ll have to trouble everyone to inform Director Bu in the chat.”
When Director Bu finally noticed the barrage of messages, he nearly had a heart attack, realizing that instead of sympathizing with them, the viewers were thoroughly enjoying the show’s chaos. The production team had initially riled up the audience, but now, seeing Gu Qingtong’s unexpected move, they couldn’t hold back their laughter:
[Haha, so that’s what all that plotting was about—Tongtong was already planning an escape and didn’t even bother protesting the rules!]
[The production team probably never saw this coming! They tried to make things difficult, only to hand the perfect getaway vehicle right to our girl Tong Mei!]
Director Bu could hardly believe that the once enthusiastic and polite Gu Qingtong had suddenly turned this wild. They couldn’t keep up, nor could they reach her—who knew where she was planning to elope with Yan Chi?
The crew took it in stride and even tried to reassure the director,
“Didn’t we hand over all the filming equipment to them? Just treat it as a break. We rarely get to go abroad—let’s just enjoy being hands-off for once.”
On the surface, they seemed distressed, but they were all secretly thrilled to have a bit of vacation. Director Bu could tell they were happy about the time off, so all he could do was watch the livestream, hoping Gu Qingtong would keep things interesting for the sponsors.
Meanwhile, Gu Qingtong was driving straight toward the cliffside racing road along the island. With the coastline alongside them and the production team out of sight, she slowed down due to the road’s speed limits. The sea breeze was gentle, lifting their hair and clothes just slightly.
In this Mediterranean tourist town, the road was bustling with both cars and travelers. The fiery red sports car drew plenty of attention, especially with the striking contrast of the two beauties inside. Most onlookers simply admired them, while a few foreign drivers tried calling out “ni hao” from their car windows, hoping to get a glance back. Some were bolder, whistling in an attempt to flirt.
Initially, Gu Qingtong just planned to speed past them, but she was surprised by a swift, butterfly-like kiss on her cheek. Before she could even react, she heard Yan Chi declare to those admirers,
“My wife.”
Yan Chi’s voice, usually so calm and cool, dipped into a slightly magnetic tone in English. The simple two words held an unmistakable intimacy.
The moment she heard it, Gu Qingtong’s face turned bright red, her heart racing as if fueled by an adrenaline rush. She kept her gaze fixed forward, too embarrassed to look at Yan Chi beside her, though the other cars erupted in murmurs of surprise, and the flirtatious attempts quickly stopped.
Though Gu Qingtong dared not glance over, the livestream captured everything—the kiss and those two words:
[She kissed her!! I don’t know whether to envy Tong Mei’s cheek or Teacher Yan’s lips.]
[Ahhh! Declaring her as her wife is just too sweet! Teacher Yan’s English is so charming!]
[Ultimate jealousy queen! Teacher Yan’s been protective of her little wife since the ‘Love Game’ days, not letting anyone else look her way.]
After a long, tranquil stretch along the coast, the wind and waves seemed to grow more intense, crashing rhythmically against the rocks as if signaling the dangers ahead. In the distance, they could see the winding, sharp curves of a road that hugged the cliffs, with signs warning of a high-speed racing zone just up ahead.
Gu Qingtong tilted her head towards Yan Chi, barely able to contain her excitement as she asked,
“Big sister, are you ready to experience a little loss of control?”
With that, she floored the gas pedal.
Sensing that her little wildcat was about to unleash her claws, Yan Chi’s red lips curved up in a smirk, as she propped her chin up and raised an eyebrow, eyes full of fondness.
“Let’s see… just how amazing you are, Tongtong.”
