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

Three days later, domestic motorcycle clubs.

Xiao Fangfei was discussing tactics for the next game with her colleagues. Her cell phone was vibrating in the glove compartment, and the words "Xiao Ma" on the screen were like raindrops stuck on the glass, which she couldn't get rid of.

The moment I pressed the answer button, a sharp female voice pierced the twilight: "Don't forget, next Saturday at 3 pm, at the Starlight Cafe, the doctor Director Wang introduced, Dr. Turtle, has two apartments in the city! This time you must be there on time!"

Xiao Fangfei leaned against the cold motorcycle, looked at the densely packed schedule on the wall and shook her head, "Here we go again."

My mother's voice was still bombarding the receiver: "Your Aunt Li's son has only been married for half a year, and his wife is already pregnant..." The clinking of spatulas could be heard in the background. "Look at you, dealing with that piece of shit all day long. If you keep dragging it out, all the good men will be picked!"

"Mom, I really don't have time for blind dates." Xiao Fangfei clenched her phone, feeling bitter in her throat.

She looked down at the calluses on her palms, which were marks left by countless times of gripping the accelerator and falling off the bike. In her mother's eyes, they became evidence of her "unability to get married."

"I'm already busy enough with work and the team, so how can I have time to deal with strangers?"

"How much time can a blind date take up for you?" Xiao's mother slammed the kitchen knife on the chopping board. "You're almost 20 years old. How long do you want to put it off?"

Xiao Fangfei recalled her last blind date, when the man looked at the rivets on her leather jacket with disgust the whole time and asked her, "What does it look like for a girl to ride a motorcycle?"

The feeling of being weighed on the scales and judged by worldly standards was more painful to her than falling off the track.

"Blind dates are too troublesome," she said through gritted teeth. "You have to dress up and act cute. I'm not suitable for them at all..."

"How do you know if you're not suitable if you don't try?" Xiao's mother raised her voice, "You always say you don't want to be in a relationship, but when you get older, all the good men will have been picked up!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Fangfei slumped down among the tools. Seeing this, she knew she wouldn't be able to get past Xiao's mother if she didn't go on the blind date.

She is not against love, but she is unwilling to pin her feelings on blind dates, which are full of calculations.

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the mottled flame totem on the fuel tank, which was drawn by Kong Haoyu himself when she won the championship last month.

Her memory suddenly flashed back to the rainy night last month when her motorcycle broke down on a mountain road. Half an hour later, Kong Haoyu appeared in a modified car, the headlights piercing the rain curtain. His back as he squatted in the mud to repair the car was more touching than any love words.

At this moment, she looked at the orange-red smudge on the edge of the totem, and suddenly realized that this man who always silently handed her water by the track had already planted the seeds of palpitations in countless details.

The next morning, clouds and mist rolled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 38th floor of Pei Group.

Xiao Fangfei stood outside the president's office. The metal rivets on her leather jacket formed a stark contrast with the suits of the white-collar workers passing by.

When Kong Haoyu walked out of the conference room with documents in his arms, she almost instinctively hid in the fire escape, her back hitting the metal door with a dull thud.

"Ms. Xiao?" Kong Haoyu asked with a smile, the folder in his arms. He looked at Xiao Fangfei's red ears and suddenly felt that the usually impetuous motorcyclist was like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Thinking of the photo of her silhouette on the podium that I had secretly saved when I was sorting through the album last night, my heart beat faster unconsciously. "Is there something you want to talk to Mr. Pei about?"

"No..." Xiao Fangfei stared at the reflection on his leather shoes, and her Adam's apple rolled twice before she could utter a word, "Can I have a moment to talk?" When she turned around, the hem of her leather jacket brushed against the back of his hand, carrying the smell of gunpowder from the racetrack.

Kong Haoyu's heart skipped a beat, and the remaining warmth in his palms seemed to burn. He subconsciously clenched his fists, trying to cover up the sudden throbbing.

The emergency lights in the fire escape flickered dimly. Xiao Fangfei leaned against the cold wall, her nails scratching the wall, making subtle sounds, like the embodiment of her nervousness.

"Actually..." she stared at the interlaced shadows on the ground, "My mom's forcing me to go on a blind date again, and this time there's no getting around it." The moment she said this, she could hear her heartbeat pounding. "So I'd like you to... pretend to be my boyfriend."

The air suddenly solidified.

Kong Haoyu lowered his head to adjust his cufflinks to hide the upturned corners of his mouth.

"This is a difficult situation," he sighed deliberately. "Mr. Pei's schedule is full next week. I'm afraid..."

"Just once!" Xiao Fangfei looked up suddenly and met the mischief in his eyes.

She suddenly realized that she was being teased, her cheeks burned hot, and the blush behind her ears spread all the way to her neck.

"I know it's a bit abrupt, but there's really nothing I can do. Every time I go on a blind date, I have to wear a skirt I don't like, pretend to be gentle and well-behaved, and listen to the other person say, 'Girls shouldn't ride motorcycles'..."

Her voice faded away, and she kicked the Coke can in the corner. The sound of the metal can rolling on the ground was particularly clear. "I don't want to go on like this."

Kong Haoyu looked at her trembling eyelashes and remembered that during last week's competition, the first thing she did after getting up after falling off her motorcycle was to check if there was any damage.

At that time, he rushed forward faster than anyone else, and the cold sweat on his palms soaked his motorcycle gloves.

He bent down to pick up the document and deliberately let the pen roll to her feet.

"I'll help you," he said, crouching down close enough to see the wet water on her eyelashes, "but how much will you pay me?"

Xiao Fangfei hurriedly picked up the pen, and her fingertips brushed against the thin calluses on his palm.

A tingling sensation like an electric current ran up her arm to her heart, and she discovered that there was a faint scar on the inside of Kong Haoyu's wrist, the shape of which was similar to the scratch on her motorcycle's fuel tank.

"I'll treat you to some Japanese food!" She took a half step back and bumped into a fire hydrant. The alarm made a shrill buzzing sound. In a panic, she reached out to turn it off, but accidentally touched Kong Haoyu's hand.

The two separated as if by electric shock, but the alarm stopped abruptly at this moment, leaving only the sound of each other's rapid breathing echoing in the small space.

Kong Haoyu smiled and turned off the alarm. "Eating alone is not enough." When he got closer, he could see his reflection in her pupils. "You have to accompany me to the track to practice and be my personal coach."

He pulled a note from his pocket and wrote down the restaurant address in a flamboyant style. "Next Wednesday, ask Auntie to come. Don't wear a leather jacket, it'll scare her."

Just as she was about to speak, Kong Haoyu had already turned around, his back pausing at the end of the corridor. "By the way," he raised his phone and shook it, "remember to pin me to the top of your screen. It'll be more realistic if you act out the whole thing."

As the elevator went down, Kong Haoyu was still immersed in the excitement he had just felt when he suddenly met Pei Luonan's inquiring gaze.

In the president's office, Pei Luonan leaned on the leather sofa, twirling a pen on his fingertips, and said with a smile: "I heard that someone wants to borrow you as a fake boyfriend?" Seeing Kong Haoyu's ears turn red, Pei Luonan's smile became more meaningful.

"Mr. Pei..." Kong Haoyu wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the other party waving his hand.

"Don't pretend, just be happy." Pei Luonan stood up and patted his shoulder. "You have been interested in her for a long time."

Pei Luonan walked to the French window and said in a rare serious tone: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Let's make this fake play real and kidnap that person."

He turned around and said, "Next time we go to team building, remember to bring your family. If we mess up, you, the special assistant, will have to work overtime to make up for my loss."

The setting sun shone through the glass curtain wall onto the red tips of Kong Haoyu's ears. It seemed that the little thoughts hidden by the track and in the toolbox could no longer be concealed.

And in the inner pocket of her suit, the custom-made motorcycle brooch was lying quietly, waiting to be pinned on her lapel on their "date".

At this moment, Xiao Fangfei had not yet realized that this carefully planned "scam" had already quietly torn open a corner of her heart. Those unspoken emotions, like the green smoke rising from the track, were entangled into an unbreakable fetter.