Chapter 1170: Chapter 1171: Victory
Song Xiaodong found that adjusting He Lingzhiās body position by grabbing her chest was incredibly effective. With just a little force, he could make He Lingzhi move precisely, and most importantly, it felt pretty good.
The elasticity of her chest was simply superb; none of the women at home could compare to her.
"Damn!" All He Lingzhi could see right now was the Lamborghini in front of her. The distance between her and the opponent was always around ten meters, yet she couldnāt overtake them.
Moreover, they were already halfway up the mountain road, and if she didnāt come up with a plan soon, she was going to lose.
"Donāt worry, keep this speed, and weāll overtake him on the last corner," Song Xiaodong sensed He Lingzhiās impatience and quickly reminded her.
"The last corner, are you confident?" He Lingzhi frowned and asked.
"Donāt worry, I wonāt let my woman lose for a mere bet."
He Lingzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Damn, if you dare let me lose, Iāll become his woman."
"Still want to be punished!" Song Xiaodong glared, his grip on He Lingzhiās chest tightened a bit.
"You..." He Lingzhi couldnāt pull her hand back to hit Song Xiaodong. Most importantly, she was about to enter the corner, risking overturning if she dared to. She could only squeeze out a word through gritted teeth, still focused on driving.
Song Xiaodong then asked, "Donāt you believe that we can overtake him on the last corner?"
"How can we overtake? His car performs better than mine, and heās a professional racer. Now Iām already performing beyond my ability to keep from falling behind. If we donāt inch past him now, how can we win in the end?"
"If we canāt win, Iāll call off the engagement," Song Xiaodong replied decisively.
"Thatās what you said," He Lingzhi was somewhat excited when she said this.
"Of course, I said it, and I mean it."
"Alright! Letās see how you win," He Lingzhi snorted, feeling calm inside. If she lost the race and Song Xiaodong canceled the engagement, it would be a great outcome.
The car quickly approached the last corner, and Song Xiaodong said in a deep voice, "Donāt slow down!"
"Damn, weāre already at two hundred. Not slowing down?" He Lingzhi shouted in surprise.
Song Xiaodong casually said, "Want to win? If you want to win, donāt slow down."
"Then Iām going crazy with you!" He Lingzhi now felt an inexplicable confidence in Song Xiaodong, and didnāt argue anymoreāinstead of slowing down, she increased the throttle.
Her small car roared like a wild beast, racing towards the corner, and soon approached the Lamborghini from behind.
"Sheās crazy!" The foreigner in the Lamborghini shouted out loud, the last corner having a major curve. He had slowed down; otherwise, he wouldnāt be able to turn. Charging at such speed into the corner, He Lingzhi would surely fly off the track.
"Overtake him from the outside!" Song Xiaodongās command was still so confident.
He Lingzhi, without thinking, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and with a slight turn, the car overtook the Lamborghini from the right, rushing directly into the corner.
As pressure mounted on her chest, He Lingzhiās body involuntarily tilted towards Song Xiaodong. But at this moment, her heart was in her throat. Such speed, with her amateur ability, surely meant she couldnāt make the turn.
"Spin the wheel and drift!" Song Xiaodong suddenly shouted.
Acting on instinct, He Lingzhi followed Song Xiaodongās instruction, simultaneously coordinating her footwork for drifting movements.
The car tires screeched against the road, smoke billowing from behind.
Yet despite this, the car skidded sideways off the track. He Lingzhi felt a sense of regret, wondering what insanity had led her to follow this madman.
As she flew off, even with her Kung Fu skills, if she survived, she would be gravely injured. This was truly risking her life.
The car hurtled in an arc off the road, but just as it was about to exit the track, He Lingzhiās eyes suddenly brightenedāthere was a tree with about the diameter of a bowl nearby.
The side of the car smacked into the tree, causing the trunk to bend.
"Step on the gas!" Song Xiaodong lightly commanded.
Without hesitation, He Lingzhi stomped on the accelerator. The left side wheels were still on the road. With this push, the tires gripped the road, propelling the car forward, while the other side wheels dangled off the edge.
Bouncing forward, Song Xiaodong threw himself onto He Lingzhi. The car jolted, finally landing on all four wheels.
He Lingzhi felt she had narrowly escaped death, facing a flat stretch ahead, with the car racing like a crazed beast towards the finish.
The crowd watched He Lingzhiās car speed by, all cheering loudly. He Lingzhi was quite popular here.
Especially as someone with a modified regular car competing against a Lamborghini, she was at a clear disadvantage. Yet managing to beat the Lamborghini with such a car, it filled people with intense excitement.
The car stopped, and He Lingzhi leapt out, soaking in the crowdās cheers and celebration.
Song Xiaodong also got out, leaning against the car, watching He Lingzhi.
He Lingzhi waved her fists, releasing the excitement and thrill within. Winning against the odds, turning the impossible possibleāeven for He Lingzhi, it was hard to contain the excitement.
Seeing a jubilant and joyful He Lingzhi, Song Xiaodong suddenly felt guilty toward her. Although this political marriage was unavoidable, Song Xiaodongās focus was on training He Lingzhi, not truly considering her feelings.
As the victim of this political match, she was rather pitiful already; yet Song Xiaodong aimed to change her temperament, alter her personality, turning her into a docile girl.
Even if she were truly transformed, would she be happy in the future? Would she be truly content?
"Haha, we won!" He Lingzhi suddenly charged forward, hugging Song Xiaodong tightly, then jumped up and kissed him on the cheek.
This left Song Xiaodong bewildered; he hadnāt expected He Lingzhi to do such a thing.
After kissing Song Xiaodong, He Lingzhi released him and walked straight to Mi Yunqing, who had already stepped out of his car. She raised her chin and said, "Hey, Mi Yunqing, you lost."
Mi Yunqingās face looked very unpleasant, his lips twitching, but he didnāt say a word.
"What, you donāt plan to keep your word?" He Lingzhi placed her hands on her hips, displaying a fierce attitude. At this moment, she no longer resembled a Kung Fu master, more like an ordinary young girl.