Chapter 124: I Forgot to Tell You

Lin Ruoxi wasn't pleased to hear that. What did he mean by "she can't start it, but he can"? Did he think she was less capable than him?

A proud woman since childhood, she immediately got upset. With a cold snort, she said, "Here are the keys. Let's see how you start it." She shoved the Bentley keys into Yang Chen's hand.

Yang Chen took the keys as if they were nothing special, certainly not the keys to a car worth millions. He opened the driver's side door, got in, and pressed the button to pop the hood.

Seeing this, Lin Ruoxi was both puzzled and surprised. "What... what are you going to do to my car?"

Yang Chen shot her a glance, thinking she wasn't as smart as she appeared. "What else would I do? The car's broken down, so I'm going to check and fix it."

"You know how to fix this car?" Although Lin Ruoxi wasn't mechanically inclined, she knew the caliber of the car she liked. She found it hard to believe that Yang Chen, who didn't even own a car, knew how to fix such a luxury vehicle.

Yang Chen ignored her, leaned over the Bentley's engine, and started inspecting various parts. After fiddling around for a while, he pondered and then asked, "Does the engine stall right after you start it?"

Lin Ruoxi thought about it and realized that was indeed the case, so she nodded.

"Did you fill up with gas today?"

Lin Ruoxi felt a bit strange. How did he know about the engine's condition without starting the car? And how did he know she filled up with gas this morning?

"How... how did you know?"

"You must have filled up at a different gas station than usual, right?" Yang Chen asked again.

Lin Ruoxi was starting to believe that Yang Chen really knew what he was talking about. She had indeed gone to a different gas station this morning, one she had never used before, because she was in a hurry for a meeting...

My goodness, did he work as a car mechanic before selling lamb skewers? Lin Ruoxi wondered, naively.

Yang Chen exhaled in relief, having found the problem. "Your car requires high-quality gasoline. The gas you filled up with today probably has a higher alcohol content, which prevents the engine from starting. British cars, especially delicate ones like this, are prone to such quirky issues. If it were a junk car, it wouldn't have this problem."

"So, the car isn't broken. The problem is the gasoline?" Lin Ruoxi finally understood.

Yang Chen nodded. "Yeah, it's throwing a tantrum because it didn't get what it likes."

This analogy nearly made Lin Ruoxi laugh, but she quickly suppressed it, remembering the tension between them. She nodded indifferently. "Got it. I'll have someone take care of it tomorrow. Let's go home now." With that, she walked towards Yang Chen's car.

Once they were in the car, Lin Ruoxi sat upright and silent as usual. Yang Chen, used to her silence, started driving without a word.

When they reached the entrance to the ring road, they hit a red light. A silver-gray Maserati GT with a roaring engine pulled up beside Yang Chen's car. A young, handsome man wearing sunglasses and a flashy red open-collar shirt was driving. When he saw the white BMW M3 next to him, he paused and then noticed Lin Ruoxi's nearly perfect profile through the half-open window, his eyes lighting up with interest.

The man immediately assumed that the BMW driver must be a nobody, someone who didn't look wealthy enough to be with such a stunning woman. Feeling scornful, he put on what he thought was a charming smile, rolled down his window, and called out, "Hey, Bentley driver, want to race?"

Bored during the two-minute red light, Yang Chen glanced at him. "What's in it for me?"

"From here to the third exit on the ring road. If you win, I'll give you 20,000 yuan. If you lose, the lady with you has to have a drink with me tonight." The man gave Lin Ruoxi a lecherous look as he spoke.

Lin Ruoxi frowned and subtly shook her head at Yang Chen. She had become numb to such advances over the years and didn't want to acknowledge them.

Yang Chen thought for a moment and then nodded. "Alright, but let's change the bet. If you lose, you stop and let me kick your car."

"Fuck! Do you think you're Superman? Kicking a car? This is a Maserati, not some salad!" The man scoffed.

Yang Chen ignored his outburst. "If you don't want to race, then get lost."

"Race? Fine! You're done for! My car's been modified! Your woman is mine tonight!" The man laughed loudly, revving the Maserati's engine.

Lin Ruoxi glared at Yang Chen, furious. If they weren't on a highway, she would have gotten out of the car immediately. "Are you crazy? How dare you use me as a bet! What do you think I am?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on the traffic light. "I don't like using you as a bet, which is why I have to win this race. Don't worry, I'm not in the habit of letting others have my wife..."

Before Lin Ruoxi could respond, Yang Chen floored the gas pedal, and the M3 shot forward like an arrow with a roaring "vroom"!

The Maserati started at the same time. Since Yang Chen's M3 was an older model with a V8 engine, both cars had similar initial power. The Maserati GT had a slightly higher displacement, but with its modifications, the initial stats were not significantly different.

Once the two luxury cars sped onto the highway, they immediately began to accelerate wildly. One was white and the other silver, resembling two dragons cutting through the dusk, surging and weaving through the traffic.

Lin Ruoxi felt a strong push-back sensation, her body uncontrollably pressed against the seat. Although she didn't drive slowly, her top speed never exceeded 140 km/h. On regular days in Zhonghai, she usually drove at 50 or 60 km/h. When would she ever experience the true, powerful force of a sports car like this?

Although both cars had a terrifying top speed exceeding 300 km/h, being on the highway meant that the real test was controlling the car while flooring the gas pedal.

Lin Ruoxi saw Yang Chen confidently accelerating, the speed constantly increasing. She cautiously glanced at the speedometer and saw the needle had already hit the alarming red number of 200. She almost screamed out loud in shock! 200? This crazy man was driving at 200 km/h on Zhonghai's ring highway, where the speed limit was 90?

Cars on both sides were continuously overtaken, almost becoming blurs due to the huge speed difference. The cars in front consciously began to make way.

Only the Maserati beside them was equally wild, but as the engine's revs climbed and the speed surpassed 200, 205, 210… the young man driving it began to sweat on his forehead, struggling to handle the road conditions.

No matter how good the car was, the road still needed to be visible. When the young man realized that his car's speed was making it difficult to judge the road, fear crept into his heart, severely limiting the Maserati's speed.

Yang Chen, however, seemed unfazed by anything. When the M3 roared crazily to 240, Yang Chen finally stopped accelerating. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gearshift, he continuously overtook the traffic ahead, maneuvering through the gaps like the most agile electric current.

Lin Ruoxi felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest. The extreme speed made her feel as if everything around her was slowing down. Despite feeling somewhat humiliated, Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but softly plead, "Could you... slow down a bit..."

"If I slow down, he'll catch up," Yang Chen said with a grin. "I told you, I don't like giving rides to my wife."

"Watch the road! Don't look at me!" Lin Ruoxi shouted in fear when Yang Chen turned his head to look at her.

Yang Chen couldn't help but chuckle at Lin Ruoxi's unexpected display of panic.

Feeling embarrassed, Lin Ruoxi added defiantly, "I'm... I'm not scared. I'm just afraid you'll get your license revoked for speeding so much!"

Yang Chen's expression turned a bit strange as he sighed and said apologetically, "Ruoxi, my dear, I forgot to tell you—I actually don't have a driver's license, so there's no risk of it being revoked..."

"..."

Lin Ruoxi felt the world spinning around her and shut her eyes in anguish. She thought that if she looked at this man for one more second, she might really go insane.

After five or six minutes, Yang Chen pulled the car into a parking area at the third highway exit. Two minutes later, the silver-gray Maserati appeared.

The young man, although sullen and frustrated, kept his word. Recognizing the disparity in their driving skills and courage, he didn't flee. With a reluctant expression, he rolled down his window and said, "I lost. You can give my car a kick."

Yang Chen didn't hesitate. After getting out of the car, he circled the Maserati before choosing to kick the front hood, right at the spot with the trident emblem.

The young man didn't care, yawning and not bothering to watch. He thought, how could a person's foot possibly dent steel?

"Bang!"

A loud crash reverberated, and the young man felt as though his entire car had been shaken to its core, his face turning pale with fright.

Looking at the front of the car where Yang Chen had kicked, the young man was filled with regret. The previously pristine hood of the Maserati now had a large dent in it!

"You cheated! Did you strap a lead block to your foot?" the young man yelled angrily. Seeing his car kicked like that almost made him cry. But when he saw what Yang Chen was doing next, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yang Chen was sitting on the hood of the young man's car, putting his shoes back on—the same shoes he had taken off before kicking the car!

Even Lin Ruoxi, sitting in the M3, covered her mouth and widened her eyes in astonishment. She had seen Yang Chen take off his shoes before kicking the car, thinking he was just playing around. But she never expected such a terrifying outcome. A hint of suspicion arose in her heart: besides knowing many foreign languages, what else was this man hiding?

Yang Chen calmly put his shoes back on, smiled at the speechless young man, and walked back to his car. He then drove off as if nothing had happened.

On the way home, Lin Ruoxi glanced at him occasionally, wanting to say something but holding back. Seeing that Yang Chen didn't seem inclined to explain anything, she couldn't muster the courage to ask. She closed her eyes in frustration, but her mind was filled with growing questions...