Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon’s Sweetheart

Cheng Zidong: “No rush, I’ve got dozens of top mountain bikes here, don’t you want to pick one?”
“What tricks are you trying to play again…”
“Um um um!”
In the cliff pavilion, Zhou Lu suddenly started shouting and jumping.
Ye Xian looked over and saw her looking at her with eyes full of longing, as if she had something to say.
“Let Xiao Lu go, she has something to say to me!”
Cheng Zidong raised an eyebrow and signaled for his underling to free Zhou Lu’s mouth.
The cloth in her mouth was finally removed, and Zhou Lu looked at her with teary eyes, speaking slowly with a sobbing tone, “Brother Ye… Brother Ye, thank you, really thank you for risking to save me, you have to choose a good car, the best and fastest one, only then can you get me out.”
She had to buy time, hopefully until the CEO arrives…
“Silly girl, it’s because of me that you got kidnapped, but don’t worry, I will take you back unharmed.”
Ye Xian looked at her with determination, an invisible comforting power in her gaze.
“Mm, Xiao Lu believes in you, but you must be careful! Don’t let anything happen to you!”
“I will walk out with you.”
“Okay…”
“Enough!”
Cheng Zidong looked at Zhou Lu’s tearful face, annoyed, who was she pretending to be a White Lotus for? Is this little assistant having a relationship with Ye Xian?
Otherwise, why would a big star like Ye Xian risk himself for a mere assistant, not hesitating to come to the Tartaros Race Track, now having such sentimental dialogues… Ye Xian never spoke to him so gently.
Thinking of this, a vicious intention emerged in his heart. Even if Ye Xian won this race, this little assistant shouldn’t dream of walking out whole.
“Ye Xian, shall we pick a car?”
Ye Xian gave Zhou Lu one last reassuring look and walked with Cheng Zidong toward the dozens of mountain bikes before the starting line.
Zhou Lu’s mouth was blocked again, desperately praying in her heart, Buddha, please let Brother Ye take longer, and the CEO come faster…
Ten minutes later, Ye Xian selected the most handy car after trying out five or six mountain bikes.
Cheng Zidong glanced at the car she chose, “This car’s engine is the most powerful among all, but the faster the speed, the higher the risk, Ye Xian, do you really want to win that much?”
Ye Xian ignored him.
Cheng Zidong leaned over her car window, “Ye Xian, let me remind you again, this is Tartaros, not a plain track, if anything goes wrong, your life could be on the line.”
Ye Xian turned to look at him, “Talking so much, aren’t you chickening out?”
“Me, chicken out? Alright!”
Cheng Zidong threw away his cigarette butt and jumped into his car.
Ye Xian fastened the seat belt, gripped the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead, the precarious steep tracks filled with dangers.
It’s her first time driving on a mountain track, although she spoke confidently to Xiao Lu earlier, she was actually clueless, thoughts flashing across her mind about many people and things, her parents, big brother, second brother, teammates, fans… finally freezing on a handsome face.
She had a date with the CEO tonight.
So she can’t lose, definitely can’t die.
The CEO doesn’t like being stood up…
Thinking of this, her gaze turned sharp, pressing the start button.
Cheng Zidong’s underling stood between the two cars, raising the flag high, Zhou Lu watched the scene, her heart at the utmost edge.
No, no!
“Start!”
The flag dropped, just as Ye Xian and Cheng Zidong both hit the gas, a booming car engine roared from behind.
Everyone turned around simultaneously, only to see a deep-sea blue supercar rushing up from the mountain slope, its front wheels kicking up a thick layer of gravel on the cliff top, yellow dust flying wildly like exploding movie effects, post-effect, the supercar rotated 360 degrees, roaring like thunder, halting steadily in the middle.
From the car, a polished black leather shoe stepped out, along with straight, firm trouser legs, an elegant and noble suit jacket, and the man’s sharply handsome face.
CEO?
How did he come?
Seeing him, Ye Xian’s eyebrows jumped heavily, reaching up to rub her eyes as if not daring to believe it was real.
The CEO finally came!
Zhou Lu nearly burst into tears seeing Bo Tingshen.
And Cheng Zidong and his gang looked at the man stepping out from the car, strikingly gallant, naturally noble, stunned for a moment, as if seeing a movie protagonist, Cheng Zidong was the first to react, yanking off his seatbelt.
“Did you call for someone?”
He turned to ask Ye Xian, who just stared blankly at the man.
The man was walking straight towards Ye Xian.
“Who the hell are you? Don’t even know who I, Brother Dong, am, daring to break into my land so arrogantly…”
Cheng Zidong got out, rushing towards him with bare fists, only to be kicked brutally several meters away by the man the next second.
He moved so fast that Cheng Zidong barely saw it, like being kicked out like a toad, tumbling on the yellow dirt, intense chest pain, swallowing a mouthful of dirt, spitting out mixed with blood.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Ye Xian was petrified, slowly getting out of the car.
The gang around the cliff pavilion was also amazed, who on earth was this guy… could kick Brother Dong flying with just one foot?!
“Are you all blind, get him!”
Cheng Zidong gritted his teeth, shouting at a dozen underlings, who then seemed to snap back, grabbing baseball bats and rushing at the man aggressively.
They have weapons!
Ye Xian widened her eyes, leaping out of the car, “CEO!!!”
The leading underling swung the baseball bat high at the man, unexpectedly having his wrist grabbed first by the man, with a hard squeeze, the cracking sound of a bone breaking came, the underling screamed, dropping the bat into the man’s hand.
Three or four underlings swung at his side, and he sidestepped, the bat barely skimming past his eyes, then his elbow hitting heavily and precisely at the chest of the middle one, the man staggered back, knocking over two others.
The remaining three witnessed this unexpected scene, not yet recovering, their waists were slammed by the man, the hit seemed to break ribs, the pain making them fall, shrieking and curling together.
Having only deployed five-sixty men, the rest still holding baseball bats trembled, fearfully eyeing the tall, handsome, dauntingly powerful opponent, who, who was he? Fighting several people alone without breaking a sweat, truly… terrifying!
Behind, an underling secretly drew out a short knife, running recklessly towards the man’s back.