Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Weekend, evening.

In order to go to the restaurant to arrange everything in advance, Xiao Fangfei, the person in charge, arrived at the motorcycle restaurant early.

The dusk gilded the gear sign of the West City Motorcycle Restaurant. Xiao Fangfei sat astride the Harley, tapping the fuel tank with the heel of her boots from time to time.

The phone screen flickered in his palm. In the group chat, Ling Jiuer had sent a message half an hour earlier: [Boss Pei's car is stuck on the Third Ring Road! Xingxing said the foreign aid is super mysterious.]

She ripped off her helmet, her ponytail tangled in a mess, and the zipper of her leather jacket brushed against her collarbone, bringing a slight chill. She kicked off her footrests, the sound of metal hitting the ground mixed with the creaking of the gear lights.

She stared at the map on her phone. Pei Luonan's location was still stuck three kilometers away.

Ten minutes later, when Ling Jiuer arrived at the restaurant, Xiao Fangfei was using a knife to scratch the old spark plug on the table.

"We were stuck in traffic for thirty minutes! Xingxing got carsick and vomited, so she got on Mr. Pei's car—" Before she could finish her words, she suddenly leaned closer: "Fei'er, why are your ears red? Are you nervous about meeting the mysterious foreign aid?"

"Shut up." Xiao Fangfei was about to kick Ling Jiuer when she caught a glimpse of Pei Luonan's silver Bentley parked at the restaurant entrance. Gu Fanxing got out of the passenger seat, and the moment the back door opened, Xiao Fangfei's heart skipped a beat.

Kong Haoyu got out of the car, gift box in hand, his trousers creased in straight pleats. The setting sun stretched his shadow long, and the motorcycle brooch pinned to his collar swayed—it was the first design she had auctioned three years ago, the serial number "XF001" on the back shimmering in the twilight.

"Isn't this Pei's top assistant?" Ling Jiuer bumped Xiao Fangfei's arm while carrying a Luoyang shovel. "Isn't this Kong Haoyu, the one who blocked the drinking for you at the charity night last time?"

Xiao Fangfei didn't say anything, her eyes fixed on the notebook on Kong Haoyu's lower back.

The curled edge of the cover looked so familiar. The sketch of motorcycle modification she had casually drawn in the garage last week was now peeking out from the notebook.

As Kong Haoyu approached, Xiao Fangfei suddenly asked, "Is it trending at Pei's company to have assistants branch out?" Her words were firm, but her voice was a pitch higher than usual. She glanced at the scar on his wrist—it was the exact same shape as the old wrench she'd left at the repair station last year, and it was surrounded by a faded tattoo of gears.

"Ms. Xiao, this is a keychain specially approved by President Pei." Kong Haoyu's hands trembled as he handed the gift box. As the gear buckle turned, her birthday number appeared like magic. "It's made according to the tightness of your motorcycle's throttle. It turns... and it feels just like turning the throttle."

Pei Luonan leaned against the car door and chuckled, deliberately raising his voice: "Xiaoyu has recently been researching 'Miss Xiao's 100 Preferences' and even included your preference for sweet soy milk for breakfast in the report."

When everyone walked into the restaurant, everything was ready and they just had to wait for the food to be served and start eating.

"Try this pasta?" Fifteen minutes into the meal, Kong Haoyu pushed the plate in front of Xiao Fangfei. The noodles were arranged in the shape of a motorcycle chain, with shrimp stuck in the cheese gears. "You said during the live broadcast that you wanted to eat pasta that moved."

As he spoke, his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of his wrist, where a Band-Aid was stuck, shaped just enough to cover the scar—clearly it had been deliberately stuck crooked.

Ling Jiuer cracked open the beer bottle: "I remember it clearly! Last time at the racetrack, it was who was chasing Fei'er with a telescope and taking pictures of the whole race." She took out her cell phone and flipped through the photos. In the camera, Kong Haoyu was hiding in the audience, and the tube of the telescope he was holding was tied with a red ribbon with the words "Ms. Xiao will win" written on it.

"Tell the truth! And was that last time you blocked Fei'er's drink all you wanted, you were just faking it?" He pulled out a small notebook from his bag. "I'm keeping track! You drank three glasses of baijiu and were still reciting 'Famous Scenes from Xiao Fangfei's Competition' in Boss Pei's car!"

Kong Haoyu hurriedly unbuttoned his suit, revealing a shirt with a small gear pattern printed on it. "That alcohol content is too high. I'm worried that Miss Xiao won't be able to ride steadily after drinking..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Luonan spoke: "He," Pei Luonan turned the cufflinks, which were engraved with the same pattern as the restaurant chandelier, "in order to make the gear keychain you wanted, he turned the company warehouse's old bronze photos upside down."

He snapped his fingers, and the waiter brought a tray with twelve bronze-patterned stickers on it. "Xiao Yu asked the technical department to compare colors to find the bronze color that best matches your motorcycle."

Xiao Fangfei glanced at Kong Haoyu, his ears and neck were red.

Pei Luonan pushed a copper-colored drink over at the right time. A small gear carved from ice cubes spun in the cup. "Xiaoyu specially adjusted seven recipes, saying that he wanted to mix it to the same color as your racing car's taillights."

She lowered her head and took a sip. The sweet taste of the toffee was mixed with a faint aroma of engine oil - the smell of her favorite motorcycle maintenance agent.

When the waiter brought out the gear cake, Pei Luonan winked at Kong Haoyu and said, "Would you like to try the 'surprise mechanism' you designed?"

Kong Haoyu's hand holding the knife was shaking a little.

When the cake was cut, the chocolate shell cracked open, and the jam inside was drawn into a race track. A bronze medal rolled out in the middle, engraved with "Every time you turn, you turn into my heart."

A chocolate spark plug sat next to it, and when you bit into it, it released toffee sauce—the very flavor of Xiao Fangfei's favorite milk tea. Even more amazing was the cake's creamy depictions of all the race routes she had won.

"This cake could be on a food show!" Ling Jiuer held up her phone for a live broadcast, the camera zooming in on the spark plug brooch Xiao Fangfei wore on her clothes. "Look, everyone! Pei's assistant even included a confession! Fei'er, don't play it cool! He even carved the sugar content of your milk tea into the chocolate! Last year on Singles' Day, he thoroughly researched the delivery ranges of every milk tea shop in the city!"

When the bronze medal rolled out, Xiao Fangfei heard her heart beating like a drum.

Gu Fanxing lowered her head and chuckled: "Fei'er, when you fell off your bike last time, a fan sent you five pages of precautions, along with various knee pads. Do you know who it was? It was Haoyu."

"Because you rubbed your knees for two and a half minutes longer than usual after the game, it must have been very painful!" Kong Haoyu blurted out anxiously, his ears red like tomatoes.

Xiao Fangfei bit into a piece of chocolate and muttered, "A lot of my fans have given me thoughtful gifts, so this isn't surprising."

"It's more than just giving gifts!" Ling Jiuer shoved the phone in front of her. The album was full of candid photos: Kong Haoyu squatting in the garage to stick the sticker on her helmet that had fallen off, waiting outside the track with an umbrella for three hours during a rainstorm, and even during the last live broadcast, he mingled with the audience holding a light board that read "Go Miss Xiao!"

There's also a video of him building her motorcycle out of Legos in his office, with little labels on each part.

Faced with so much solid evidence presented by Ling Jiuer, Xiao Fangfei seemed to understand something. She felt embarrassed and escaped to the bathroom under the pretext of going to the restroom.

In the bathroom, Ling Jiuer suddenly stopped her: "Fei'er, Kong Haoyu is interested in you and he's pursuing you. Don't play dumb! 'Ride with you' is embroidered on the knee pads, and there's a love confession hidden in the cake. Shouldn't you write 'Exclusive for Kong Haoyu' on your car next time?"

Xiao Fangfei covered up her heartbeat: "You are just gossiping!"

After returning to the dining table, the dinner lasted for an hour with everyone talking and laughing, and finally ended when Pei Luonan and Gu Fanxing had to go to a midnight movie appointment.

When the show was over, Pei Luonan asked Xiao Fangfei to send Kong Haoyu home on the grounds that he could not send him home.

At first, in order to ease the awkwardness between the two, Kong Haoyu said that he could take a taxi back.

But everyone teased Xiao Fangfei about whether she was afraid of Kong Haoyu and didn't dare to take him home, so Xiao Fangfei agreed generously: "There is nothing I dare not do."

So, with the engine roaring, the night wind blew Xiao Fangfei's hair, and Kong Haoyu's arms finally wrapped around her waist.

The neon lights of the restaurant behind reflected the words "Motorcycle Restaurant" into flowing copper color, and this dinner party, which was under the banner of "cultural collaboration", finally made the precise gears get stuck in the throbbing heartbeat.