Being a Mistress

For a moment, her identity was stripped bare. Some people despised her identity as a fake daughter, while others speculated on her relationship with Qi Shen.

"An Zhiyan must have slept with Qi Shen! Otherwise, Qi Shen would never give a woman his car keys," everyone said confidently.

Such horrible rumors slowly spread.

After An Zhiyan got into the car and put on the helmet, she didn't know about the rumors outside. She drove the car out of the garage and parked it at the competition venue.

The competition was being broadcast live on a big screen. The director noticed that a woman had gotten into Young Master Qi's car. Her camera cut to An Zhiyan's car and gave her a close-up of her face.

For a moment, everyone in the venue was in an uproar.

"Is she here to court death?" 

"She's quite a pretty lady. It would be a pity if she was hit by a car and killed." 

Seeing that there were also people who noticed that An Zhiyan's car belonged to Qi Shen's, and that An Zhiyan was pretty, everyone started spreading wild rumors.

"An Zhiyan must be Qi Shen's mistress!" 

Qi Shen, who was drinking champagne on the observation deck, spat out a mouthful of champagne when he heard the words.

He coughed and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Qi Shen frowned. "These people have no brains, right?!" 

Huo Zui's knuckles turned slightly white. His tone was playful. "It seems that Young Master Qi has a rich personal life." 

Qi Shen shrugged noncommittally. He subconsciously glanced at Huo Zui's leg. The rumor that Huo Zui was a cripple had been circulating for a few years.

Huo Zui had made a trip back to Jiangzhou a few years ago. At that time, his leg was indeed broken. Therefore, the news that Huo Zui was disabled had also spread throughout Jiangzhou.

However, Huo Zui's leg did not seem to be in any serious danger now.

Qi Shen was curious about something else as well. He leaned in close to Huo Zui, looking like he was asking for gossip.

"What's An Zhiyan's relationship with you?" Qi Shen asked.

Qi Shen and Huo Zui had known each other since they were teenagers. Back then, Qi Shen had been sent by his family to train in the army. Huo Zui was his instructor, and he was also the youngest instructor in the entire army.

This time, he heard that Huo Zui had returned to Jiangzhou. He had specially invited him to come and watch the race track that he had invested in.

But until now, he did not know much about Huo Zui.

He only remembered that there was a legend circulating in the army at that time. It said that Huo Zui was a man who had walked out of hell.

"I've seen her," Huo Zui replied casually. But his gaze was fixed on the face on the screen.

Qi Shen liked exciting and explosive news. Such an answer was not what he had expected.

"What do you think of An Zhiyan?" He asked tentatively.

Huo Zui did not answer his question. He turned to look at him. "Are you very interested in her?" 

Just one look from him gave Qi Shen a sense of danger.

He touched his nose. "It's nothing. I'm just asking." 

Even though it had been so many years, every time he looked into Huo Zui's eyes, he could always recall his tragic history of being tortured by Huo Zui in the army.

He continued to look at the big screen in front of him and silently changed the topic. "I hope that she and this car can come back to see me in one piece. After all, life and death are in the hands of fate in this kind of competition." 

Suddenly, Huo Zui stood up and hurriedly walked down from the stands.

"What are you going to do?" Qi Shen asked.

"I'm going to play." 

That was all he said.