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"Xiao Yan..."

Bo Siheng's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't say anything.

He knew this was an unsolvable problem, and the hardest decision to make.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Don't you want to rest?"

He felt powerless about the problems between the two of them and deliberately avoided them.

Because there are some things he can't say.

Bo Siheng couldn't bear to hurt He Yan, but he also couldn't let go of his feelings for her.

This kind of inner torment is the most unbearable.

"I had no idea you were so amazing. You were an antique restorer before, and now you're Luna, an internationally renowned race car driver. It seems like I've struck gold, but I have no idea what kind of treasure you are."

The smile in Bo Siheng's eyes was tinged with a sense of dazedness.

His love for He Yan was ingrained in his very bones.

He hoped that over time, he could grasp the light that illuminated his life.

Looking at his expression, He Yan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This man was truly innocent.

Being too naive isn't necessarily a good thing.

She knew that Bo Siheng had been avoiding the issue and selectively ignoring her words.

He didn't want to be a burden, so he made that choice.

But she could feel his sincerity and passion.

"I came across it by chance, and because I was interested, I decided to try it out."

"My wife is really amazing."

Bo Siheng's gaze was gentle, and his praise came from the bottom of his heart.

His cigarette was born to be dazzling.

He Yan knew that Bo Siheng had a mental block, which stemmed from his body being tormented by the cold poison, and the sudden poisoning this time, which made him withdraw all the feelings he had accumulated out of fear.

But she also knew that it wasn't Bo Siheng's fault, which was why she felt sorry for him.

Let time prove everything.

Another tense silence fell over the lounge.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked.

He Yan hurriedly stood up and went to open the door, as if to defuse the awkward situation with Bo Siheng.

Otherwise, knowing his temperament, she feared she would continue to be conflicted.

"Miss Luna, this is the food prepared for you."

The waiter, carrying a large tray, stood at the door and spoke respectfully.

This was specially prepared for two people.

"Thank you."

He Yan took it and nodded.

She closed the door, took the food back into the room, and broke the deadlock.

"You came in such a hurry, haven't you eaten yet?"

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry."

Bo Siheng was flattered, but when he looked up he saw that He Yan's expression was not good. He paused for a moment and immediately changed his words.

"However, I can have a little with you, Madam."

He dared not anger He Yan, because he knew it would be bad for the child.

And he couldn't bear to make her sad.

He Yan's expression softened a little, but she was still full of helplessness.

"Eat quickly, then go back and rest. If you don't want me to be angry, just do as I say."

She knew that Bo Siheng's body had been severely damaged before and needed proper recuperation. However, this poisoning only aggravated the burden on his body, making him even weaker.

That's why he was so afraid of dying and worried that she would be alone.

Thinking of this, He Yan felt both amused and exasperated.

If Bo Siheng recovers and finds out that all his worries were just him scaring himself.

Will I cry from how stupid I am?

"Aren't you going back?"

Upon hearing He Yan's words, Bo Siheng's eyes filled with worry once again.

He loves her so much that he can't bear to see her get hurt in any way, let alone in such a dangerous race.

And she's pregnant, wouldn't the child's father be worried?

"I have other things to do and can't leave."

He Yan ate a little something and then turned to look at the large screen in the room.

It was divided into dozens of small screens, each displaying the real-time dynamics of a contestant, including their driving techniques and obstacle course skills.

She ran the first round of the guest race, and there's still a final race to go.

Furthermore, she also has to present awards to the race car drivers.

In that case, it would be inevitable that I would run into He Wenming.

He Yan didn't want to run into him.

"But can your body handle it?"

Bo Siheng frowned, not wanting to stop He Yan from pursuing her hobbies and goals, but he was worried.

Racing is a dangerous sport, and you can't always escape unscathed.

He Yan's expression was a mixture of pride and dissatisfaction.

"Bo Siheng, don't you have confidence in me?"

"Of course I have confidence in you, but you're pregnant now."

Bo Siheng was also somewhat amused and exasperated; how could he dare to question He Yan's abilities?

He was just worried.

He was very happy that Xiaoyan was pregnant.

He would be even happier if the child were his own.

Therefore, he values ​​his child and Xiaoyan equally.

He Yan smiled arrogantly.

"That's fine then, I have a lot of confidence in myself."

"But……"

"Bo Siheng, don't make excuses. You weren't like this before."

He Yan immediately reached out and covered his mouth.

Her expression conveyed a sense of frankness and uninhibitedness.

Bo Siheng looked helpless, but knowing Xiaoyan's personality, he couldn't persuade her, so he could only settle for second best.

He took He Yan's hand down and held it in his own.

I know what kind of abilities her hands possess.

"I can let you go, but you must promise me you will be very careful."

"I see."

He Yan felt Bo Siheng gently stroking her palm.

She felt a little itchy, and also a little ambiguous.

The cold war between the two seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving only tenderness and affection.

She will definitely be careful for the sake of their child.

Just then, the tense sound of sprint horns blared outside.

That means the competition has reached a fever pitch.

He Yan also got up and walked towards the French windows.

From here, you can overlook the entire Yujingshan racetrack. The race cars below are moving at high speed, and one black car is far ahead, showing its formidable strength.

Moreover, the black cab driver was approaching his own record in terms of both skill and speed.

It seems the champion for today is already quite clear.

As the horn sounded at the finish line.

The entire stadium erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

He Wenming ultimately secured second place on the Panlong leaderboard with a time just 1 minute and 21 seconds shy of Luna's best performance, making him the winner of today's competition.

"Kevin, you're amazing!"

Sam and Jonathan rushed over to hug him.

He Wenming's smile became even more arrogant; he knew he could definitely succeed.

This result allowed him to defeat the other 31 contestants present.

This gave him more confidence to challenge Luna.

He Yiyi and Bo Jingning also excitedly ran over to congratulate them.

"Second brother, I knew you were the best!"

"Actor He, you're so handsome!"

They watched from the stands with a mix of excitement and tension, constantly worried that someone would overtake He Wenming, their hearts pounding.

He Zhengyuan and Su Wan also came over, feeling proud of their son.

"Oh dear, I'm really scared of you young people's sports. It's making my palms sweat."

Su Wan felt her heart pounding.

However, she was also very happy that her son won first place.

He Wenming shook his sweat-dampened hair and looked at the owner of Panlong Pavilion.

"Director Zou, I wonder if my ranking is good enough to challenge Luna, who's at the top of the leaderboard?"