Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

Most of Zuo Yanchen's accumulated anger disappeared, and he even curled up the corners of his mouth inadvertently. He tore off the sticky note and cooked the meal in a happy mood.

But when he realized what he was going to do after dinner, his mood dropped again.

Before going out, he changed out of the suit he wore for work and put on casual clothes. When he got in the car, Lao Zhang almost didn't recognize him. He went out for work, so he only changed into pajamas after taking a shower before going to bed. Usually, he almost welded his suit to his body.

The drive from home to Huining North Road wasn't very close, and it was actually drizzling on the way there. Zuo Yanchen looked at the fine water droplets scratching the car window and said in a deep voice, "Lao Zhang, drive faster."

When we arrived at the destination, it was not yet time for the race, but the roadside was already filled with various types of motorcycles. Some people in road racing suits were leaning against their motorcycles and chatting with people next to them. There were a few people sitting scattered in the audience seats, with excitement and nervousness in their expressions. No one seemed to care about the sudden rain.

Zuo Yanchen looked around in the car, found Lian Qingyang's seat, pushed the door open, got out of the car, opened an umbrella and went to find him.

Passing by the contestants who were either complaining about the inaccurate weather forecast or excited about the rain, he walked all the way to the audience seats, raised his umbrella, and looked up at the people sitting right above him in the first row of the audience seats.

Lian Qingyang hadn't seen him yet and was chatting with the person next to him under an umbrella. Zuo Yanchen squinted his eyes and carefully identified the person through the dense rain curtain. He found that he didn't know the person, but he also knew that it was not Xia Xiaoxin. Xia Zhili would not let his beloved brother come here now.

The man seemed to notice his gaze, looked at him, then excitedly patted Lian Qingyang's arm, pointed at him and said something to Lian Qingyang. Lian Qingyang turned his head to look at him, then fixed his eyes on him and slowly stood up.

Lian Qingyang didn't expect him to come over. He bent down and said something to the person next to him, dropped his umbrella, and quickly walked down to Zuo Yanchen. He asked in surprise, "Why are you here? No, how did you know I was here?"

Zuo Yanchen moved the umbrella towards the person in front of him, making sure he wouldn't get wet before he said in a deep voice, "Is this your friend's birthday party?"

Lian Qingyang let out an "ah" and cautiously looked up at Zuo Yanchen, only to find that his lips were tightly pursed and his face was tense.

Perhaps because the man's dangerous aura was too strong, or because of something else, the young master, who had rarely apologized to anyone, lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, but if you knew, you definitely wouldn't let me come. Besides, I only came to cheer for my friend and didn't intend to participate in the competition."

The rain gradually got heavier, and the emotions of the people around seemed to be getting more and more excited, but all these noisy sounds seemed to be isolated outside the umbrella. Lian Qingyang lowered his head and waited for Zuo Yanchen to speak. Zuo Yanchen remained silent. The two of them just stood there in a stalemate until the whistle sounded, calling on the contestants to get ready.

Zuo Yanchen took a deep breath, took Lian Qingyang's wrist and pulled him towards the car.

Lian Qingyang shook his wrist and found that the grip was getting tighter and tighter, so he simply gave up struggling. At most, he could send a message to his friends after getting on the bus to tell them. It was a pity that he would not be able to watch this wonderful game.

He was pulled into the back seat of the car and didn't get wet even by Qingyang. However, Zuo Yanchen's shoulders were wet, and the marks were clearly visible on his casual jacket. He took the towel handed to him by Lao Zhang and wiped them nonchalantly.

Lian Qingyang waved at Lao Zhang and didn't take the towel: "I'm not wet, no need for a towel, thank you."

Zuo Yanchen snorted lightly and threw the used towel into the empty space between the two of them.

After the car started, the enclosed space became quiet for a moment. Lian Qingyang turned his head to stare out the window, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass and feeling drowsy. Zuo Yanchen tilted his head to look at him, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until a strange sound was heard that Lian Qingyang woke up a lot while holding his stomach.

Zuo Yanchen's gaze silently shifted to his abdomen, and he frowned and asked, "Didn't you eat dinner?"