Just Mind Your Own Business

“Can I lean on you?” Qin Su said softly.

“Aren’t you already leaning on me?” Su Yang chuckled.

“Just for five minutes.”

“Sure, lean all you want.”

Qin Su fell silent, resting against Su Yang’s shoulder as they both gazed at the night sky.

Unfortunately, this was downtown Shanghai, where light pollution was severe. From this spot, it was hard to see many stars.

If the stars were out, it would have been incredibly romantic.

The two sat motionless on the sofa, no longer talking.

After more than ten minutes, Su Yang turned and gently lifted Qin Su up.

She had fallen asleep at some point. Su Yang looked at her delicate face and nearly couldn’t resist giving her a small kiss.

He stood up, scooped Qin Su into his arms again, and carried her toward the living room.

A minute later, Su Yang brought Qin Su back to her room.

He laid her on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and without another glance, turned and left.

As soon as the door closed, Qin Su slowly opened her eyes on the bed.

Looking toward the door, she smiled sweetly and closed her eyes again to sleep.

Just as he reached the stairway, a system voice rang out in Su Yang’s mind.

[Ding, detected Qin Su’s affection for the host has increased to 80. Reward: 5 million, one attribute card.]

Hearing the system’s prompt, Su Yang muttered to himself, “I knew that girl wasn’t really asleep. She was testing me. Good thing I didn’t do anything, or that affection score wouldn’t have gone up so easily.”

With that, Su Yang quickly walked downstairs, entered his room, and lay down.

He didn’t bother with anything else, turned off the lights, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

No words were exchanged that night.

The next morning at nine o’clock.

Just as Su Yang finished washing up, Qin Su came downstairs.

“Up already?” Su Yang greeted her.

“Yeah, you’re up early?”

“I’m used to it. No matter how late I sleep, I usually wake up around eight.”

“Oh... last night... did you carry me back to my room?” Qin Su asked intentionally.

Su Yang smiled. “What else? You fell asleep while we were talking. I couldn’t just leave you on the balcony overnight.”

“You could have woken me up.”

“You said it’s hard for you to fall asleep when you’re drunk. Since you managed to get some sleep, I didn’t wake you.”

Hearing this, Qin Su felt warmth in her heart. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll make some breakfast. We’ll eat, have a coffee, and then we can head out.”

“Okay!”

Su Yang turned and walked toward the kitchen. He had bought some eels yesterday, planning to let Qin Su taste what real eel noodles were like.

Half an hour later, two bowls of Su Yang’s signature eel noodles were ready.

He carried the bowls to the dining table and set them down. Qin Su hurried over.

“Eel noodles?”

“Yeah, since you like them, try my version.”

“Okay.” Qin Su lifted her hair, sat down, and started eating.

A flood of predictable compliments followed. Su Yang was used to it by now and just ate his noodles without saying much.

After finishing the noodles, Su Yang made two cups of American coffee, and they went out to the balcony to sit and relax.

Time flew to eleven-thirty.

Qin Su’s phone rang. Her face, previously full of smiles, instantly tightened when she saw the caller ID.

“Hello.”

A man’s voice came through the other end—most likely He Peng. Since Su Yang was sitting next to Qin Su, he could hear everything clearly without straining.

“Su Su, the race is at two. Is your amateur expert ready?” The voice carried a hint of mockery.

Qin Su replied flatly, “You don’t need to worry. We’ll be at the track at two sharp.”

“Heh, just looking out for you.”

“No need. Worry about yourself.”

“Oh? That tone makes it sound like you’re really confident in your friend,” He Peng laughed.

“Of course I’m confident in the person I brought.”

“Haha, good, confidence is a good thing. But don’t forget what you said before—I hope you won’t back out.”

Qin Su smiled slightly. “You too.”

“You think I’ll lose?”

“I don’t know if you’ll lose yet. But if you do, I hope you’ll keep your promise.”

“Haha, don’t worry. You know what kind of person I am. I always follow through on what I say.”

“But one thing you should understand: since I agreed, there’s no way I’ll lose. Would I do something I wasn’t sure about?”

“Don’t be overconfident,” Qin Su said with a smile.

“In racing, being confident is what I do.”

“Fine. We’ll see you at the race.”

He Peng smirked. “Alright, track at two. Don’t keep me waiting. Oh, by the way—what car does your friend drive?”

“A GT3 RS.”

“Haha, good. See you then.”

The call ended. Qin Su turned to Su Yang. “That was He Peng.”

Su Yang nodded. “I heard.”

“You heard everything?”

“Yeah, I’ve got good ears, plus your phone’s pretty loud. I caught it all.”

Qin Su put down her phone. “He’s very confident. He’s a professional, after all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m kind of a pro too.”

“Oh? Have you competed in official races?”

“No, not really.”

“Even though he knows you’re just someone I found from amateur events, he never underestimates anyone when it comes to racing, so...”

“I understand.” Su Yang gave Qin Su a reassuring look.

Seeing that look, Qin Su, who had been a little anxious after He Peng’s call, regained her confidence.

Su Yang stood up, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. “Don’t overthink it. What time is it now?”

“Almost noon.”

“Good. Let me finish this smoke, then we’ll head out.”

…

Tangcheng Yipin was about forty kilometers from the Shanghai International Circuit.

Normally, driving would take over an hour.

At exactly twelve noon, Su Yang and Qin Su went down to the parking lot.

Qin Su didn’t drive her own car; she got into the passenger seat of the GT3 RS instead. Su Yang started the engine and drove out quickly.

“Hey, Su Su, did you tell Ranran?”

“Yeah, she’s driving over herself.”

“Alright, we’ll leave her alone. Let’s stop and fill up the tank on the way.”

After being stuck in traffic downtown for over ten minutes, Su Yang finally got onto a fast road.

Fifty minutes later, they arrived near the Shanghai International Circuit, found a gas station, refueled, and then drove into the track grounds.

He Peng wasn’t there yet. Su Yang parked under the grandstand.

They both got out of the car. Su Yang glanced at his watch—it was only 1:30.

“Damn, we’re early.”

“It’s fine. Let’s rest for a bit.”

They walked into a pre-prepared P room (pit room) beneath the grandstand.

A P room is the core workspace for teams during races, used for repairs, logistics, parts replacement, and strategy planning.

But today, this particular one had been set aside for Su Yang and the others to rest.

The Shanghai International Circuit had 36 P rooms in total, each assigned to a different team. Outside of race season, these rooms are generally not open to the public.

But renting out the entire racetrack was another matter entirely. Coupled with He Peng’s special status—his father even held shares in the track—securing a pit garage was a piece of cake.

As soon as they sat down at a table, a staff member emerged from a door behind them.

"Miss Qin, Mr. Su, what would you like to drink?"

"Three iced Americanos, please," Qin Su said, turning around.

Today, some of the racetrack’s internal staff had been prearranged by He Peng specifically to serve them.

"Got it. Please wait a moment." The staff member turned and left.

Seven or eight minutes later, the roar of a car engine sounded from outside. A red Ferrari Purosangue sped up and came to a stop right behind the GT3 RS.

"Sister Hong is here," Qin Su said with a smile, standing and walking outside. Su Yang followed.