Conclusion

Some Time In The Future ~

As Xu Nianran and Wu Hao, Yaoyao and Liu Tang, and Li Ling and Ling Cheng strolled together, Zhuifeng's bright smile twisted into a grimace. A storm in China's automotive world was brewing again—Toyota's relentless assault on the Chinese car market had begun!

It turned out that most of the $160 billion that had mysteriously disappeared from the Yamaguchi-gumi actually belonged to Toyota. After an investigation, Toyota, unable to retaliate directly against the Oriental Group, turned its wrath on the family business of Shen Hong, the classmate of Zhuifeng's second brother, in Chongqing.

Before Toyota's moves began, Shen Hong's father had already rejected a goodwill acquisition offer from the Oriental Group. Thus, after enduring Toyota's malicious attacks for a month, Shen Hong's company was pushed to the brink of bankruptcy. Watching her father age visibly under the strain, Shen Hong made the resolute decision to take over his responsibilities and shoulder the burden of saving the company.

Throughout the country, many companies were in a similar situation to Shen Hong's. The Oriental Group was also overwhelmed, as Toyota's large-scale acquisitions were supported not only by the Japanese government but also by U.S. aid.

During over a month of back-and-forth struggles, the Oriental Group's full-on resistance against Japan and the U.S. yielded few advantages. Unbeknownst to most, the outcome of the battle gradually hinged on whether the Shen family business would survive. However, with everyone's attention elsewhere, Shen Hong could only fend for herself.

As Shen Hong desperately sought ways to save her family's business from collapse, Zhuifeng's elder brother gave her a critical piece of advice: capitalize on Zhuifeng's legendary title, "Wind God".

Seeing even his girlfriend Zhao Jie ally with Shen Hong, Zhuifeng had no choice but to step up. He revealed his true identity and took on the role of Shen Group's brand ambassador, becoming the embodiment of Wind God.

As fate would have it, the legendary German racer Hadley was Toyota's brand ambassador. Adding to the tension, Hadley had previously declared in Beijing that he would challenge Wind God. All eyes turned to the upcoming Third Nuwa Cup International Racing Championship. Yet, Zhuifeng remained silent about whether he would participate.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jie, who was in a passionate relationship with Zhuifeng, was told by her doctor that she wouldn't survive past the end of the year. Treasuring every moment with him, she chose to keep her illness a secret.

"Feng-ge, do you remember our promise?"

"Of course I do. Otherwise, why would I have learned to race?"

"I know that. But didn't you say you'd pick me up in a race car? It seems I've always been the one coming to the hospital to find you. Feng-ge, you haven't kept your promise to me."

"Then how do I make it up to you."

"… I want this!"

"The Nuwa Cup?"

"Yes, I want you to win the Nuwa Cup championship."

Neither of them knew about each others conditions, Zhao Jie didn't know Zhuifeng himself was battling CML (Chronic Myeloid Leukemia).

Fresh off a media frenzy surrounding a possible showdown with Hadley, Zhuifeng made up his mind to step onto the track—for Zhao Jie.

Seeing the determination in her son's eyes, Xiao Liji, after receiving Commander Wang Qi's assurance to expedite the genetic therapy project, made the heartbreaking decision to allow Zhuifeng to bypass medical exams and enter the championship.

After failing to recruit Zhuifeng, the Zhongshen Racing Team unexpectedly signed his ex-fiancée, Shuangshuang. She partnered with Zhang Song to represent their team in the Nuwa Cup.

Meanwhile, Liu Tang, motivated by his girlfriend Yaoyao, also returned to the racing scene in an effort to overcome his psychological trauma. Like Zhuifeng, he entered the championship as an independent racer.

Japanese racer Yamamoto Michi, aiming to defeat Zhuifeng and reclaim Japan's honor in racing, reignited the Sino-Japanese rivalry.

Hadley, driven by both personal and professional motives, was equally determined to claim the championship.

Elite racers from Italy, the United States, and other global powerhouses converged in China, setting the stage for an epic showdown.

The races were both thrilling and brutal.

After countless grueling battles, Zhuifeng was pushed to the edge of physical and mental collapse.

On the eve of the penultimate race, Zhao Jie suddenly fainted in his arms—her time was running out.

***

Zhuifeng took to the track one last time, but this time he wasn't alone. Zhao Jie sat beside him in the car. As the race entered its final lap, Zhao Jie smiled faintly, gazing deeply into Zhuifeng's eyes, before slumping back into her seat.

Unable to suppress the tears in his heart any longer, Zhuifeng's vision blurred, and his hands slowly released the steering wheel.

Boom!

All the cars came to a stop.

The red flag waved—the race was suspended.

***

A month later, the final race resumed. Though Zhuifeng was absent, his 9-point lead over Hadley and 10-point lead over Shuangshuang meant that as long as Hadley didn't win, Zhuifeng would still claim the championship.

Shuangshuang, giving it her all, was unable to perform at her best due to the emotional toll of Zhuifeng's absence. Just when it seemed she would fail to carry out Zhuifeng's wishes, Liu Tang suddenly surged. After an intense battle, he shocked everyone by winning the race and earning 10 points. Hadley, finishing second, fell one point short of overtaking Zhuifeng, allowing Zhuifeng to secure the championship.

Shuangshuang finished fourth in the final round, but Liu Tang's remarkable performance vaulted him to third place overall.

***

Time flew by, and the Fifth Nuwa Cup International Racing Championship was nearing its conclusion. At N City Raceway, the long-vacant position of Chairman of the Chinese Racing Association finally welcomed its rightful owner—a young man with a weathered face: Shangguan Zhuifeng.

"Jie… I'm back," Zhuifeng whispered to the sky. "I know you're watching over me. Please bless me… I'll carry both our lives forward and soar once again!"

It turned out that when Zhao Jie collapsed in the hospital, the monk had appeared once more. Touched by Zhuifeng's willingness to trade his entire lifespan for two years with everyone, Zhao Jie declined Commander Wang's genetic therapy plan. Instead, she sacrificed her remaining time to restore the life Zhuifeng had lost. Two years later, Zhuifeng survived thanks to surgery and continued to carry their shared dreams forward.

***

Thus, the legend continued...

"Mom, Dad, brothers, and sisters-in-law, what do you think suits me better—V8 or F1?" Zhuifeng asked with a teasing grin.

Seeing her son alive and well, Xiao Liji's heart was full of joy. She, too, had found happiness once more, accepting Commander Song's pursuit and entering what she called the third spring of her life. The first, of course, had been with Zhuifeng's biological father, and the second… was Zhuifeng himself.

During the celebration of the Oriental Group's triumphant acquisition of Toyota, with everyone gathered, Zhuifeng decided to throw the question out to the group, seeking their opinions.

The room erupted in laughter at his cheeky question, the warm atmosphere filled with love and camaraderie.

One of the sisters-in-law casually teased Yaoyao, Xu Nianran, and Wang Qi—now married to Shen Hong—causing the three young women, all younger than Zhuifeng, to blush deeply. Once again, Zhuifeng became the group's target for good-natured ribbing. The atmosphere could only be described as warm and full of laughter.

After a long while, Zhuifeng's assistant, Maji, finally spoke up. "Why don't you try DTM?"

Zhuifeng: "…"

"That's right, Feng'er," chimed in Commander Song, who was happily holding Xiao Liji in his arms. "You're not getting any younger, and your mom's eager to hold a grandson."

Blushing slightly, Zhuifeng tried to redirect. "Isn't Maji still single, too?"

Maji immediately jumped up. "Who said I'm single? I'm actually here to invite you all to my wedding next month!"

"You're getting married?" Zhuifeng asked, caught off guard.

"Of course! And, boss, maybe it's time for you to think about settling down too."

"I don't need to join DTM just for that," Zhuifeng pouted. "With my status, I could snap my fingers and attract a crowd. Finding someone wouldn't exactly be a problem."

Maji fell silent… because, honestly, Zhuifeng wasn't wrong. The current CEO of the Oriental Group, Chairman of the Chinese Racing Association, and son of a high-ranking National Security official—he could probably marry anyone he wanted, even if he looked like the pig-faced Zhu Bajie from legend. But after the surgery performed by Brother Wang, Zhuifeng had already regained his once-handsome and striking appearance.

"Oh, really?" Maji smirked mischievously. "Then why haven't you found someone yet?"

"Well…"

"You're not avoiding someone, are you?" Maji pressed, his grin widening. "Qiu Nuo and Zheng He, have either of you looked into this? Who could possibly make our fearless boss hesitate?"

Qiu Nuo and Zheng He exchanged a glance. "Well…"

"Alright, alright, I'll go, okay?" Zhuifeng surrendered, waving his hands in mock defeat as the group continued their relentless teasing.

"That's more like it," Xiao Liji said with a smile. "Even though Shuangshuang has someone looking after her now, she's still alone in her heart. Feng'er, you should know better than anyone how that kind of loneliness feels. Are you really okay with letting her wait for you in vain? She's been waiting for you to go and get her."

Hearing his mother's words, Zhuifeng groaned and dramatically collapsed onto the sofa. "So, this was all your plan, huh?" he muttered. "The older generation really knows how to play the game…"

"DTM, get ready for me," Zhuifeng finally declared, looking out the window at the vast expanse of stars. "And Shuangshuang… wait for me."

As he drifted off into a deep sleep, the warmth of the moment lingered.

When the Wind God awakened, he would once again set off create miracles and conquer the world.

The world is in my hands.

—Wind God