Liu Yilin quickly apologized to her. Then, she suddenly realized that she hadn't thought about dealing with Ning Beichen in a long time.
Since she and Ning Beichen returned from Las Vegas, she hadn't thought about dealing with him again. In fact, she felt unaccustomed when she didn't see him now, as if she had grown used to his presence and the peaceful days of being protected by someone.
"Fang Qing, how about..."
Before Liu Yilin could finish speaking, Fang Qing interrupted her on the phone.
She heard her best friend excitedly say, "Rich lady Liu, I've found a great plan. Tonight, Asia's God of Racing, Pita, will be having a wilderness race on the mountain. Bring him over tonight, then find an excuse to have him race against the God of Racing. I've already contacted the God of Racing in advance. We'll create a small accident on the road..."
Liu Yilin's eyelids twitched as she listened to her best friend plot to get rid of Ning Beichen. She had originally wanted to persuade her friend to drop the idea, but Fang Qing didn't give her a choice and quickly hung up.
Liu Yilin became conflicted, unable to focus on work in her office. Her mind was constantly occupied with whether she should go tonight.
By the time work ended, Liu Yilin still hadn't made a decision. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't respond even when Ning Beichen called her several times.
However, that evening, Liu Yilin inexplicably found herself at the place her best friend had mentioned.
It was a relatively undeveloped forest park on the outskirts, a favorite spot for many racers. Of course, racing here was illegal, but they didn't care about that.
Since the entire area was mountainous, with some roads leading to dead ends, a single mistake could send one tumbling off a cliff. Therefore, many vengeful spirits met their demise here every year.
Furthermore, it was difficult to enforce laws here due to the extreme danger of pursuit, and patrols were only occasionally set up at the foot of the mountain. However, these had little effect, as there were people specifically assigned to tip off the racers. Once a patrol was set up, the racers would simply avoid that route.
Tonight, there were no patrols. Ning Beichen drove his car up the mountain, curiously asking Liu Yilin, "Boss, what are we doing here?"
"Why ask so many questions? Just go where you're told," Liu Yilin replied.
"Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots."
Ning Beichen had no choice but to drive up the mountain, maintaining a steady pace. Soon, they arrived at the summit, where a large number of cars and people had already gathered.
Although Ning Beichen was here for the first time, his experience told him at a glance that this was a gathering of illegal racers.
What he couldn't understand was when Liu Yilin developed such a hobby. He had never heard her mention it before, nor had he seen her here.
"We've arrived, boss," Ning Beichen said, parking the car in a vacant spot at the rear.
"Okay, you wait in the car."
Liu Yilin told him.
"Boss, don't you need me to follow? If there's any danger, I might not be able to react in time," Ning Beichen said, sounding reluctant.
Although he often thought about Liu Yilin firing him, he still had to fulfill the task his master had given him: to protect her. Ning Beichen had to ensure her safety.
"Don't worry, I'm just getting out to meet my best friend. I'll be back soon. Besides, this is China, where is all this danger?" Liu Yilin told him.
"Alright, boss. I'll be right here. If you need anything, just call out, and I'll be there immediately," Ning Beichen said with a compromise.
However, he didn't sit in the car. Instead, he stood by the car door, ready to rush over if Liu Yilin was in any danger.
Liu Yilin nodded and walked towards her best friend.
Seeing her approach, Fang Qing grabbed Liu Yilin's arm and pulled her aside, saying excitedly, "Rich lady Liu, don't worry, I've arranged everything perfectly this time. There won't be any problems."
Liu Yilin, however, was filled with hesitation. She thought of all the things Ning Beichen had done for her, especially when he had flown a plane and led her through gunfire to escape.
In the black land, Ning Beichen had given her his only jacket to wear. These events had happened not long ago and were still vivid in her mind. Now, she was supposed to conspire with her best friend against him. Was she still human?
"Rich lady Liu, what's wrong? Are you too happy to speak? Don't get too excited," Fang Qing said excitedly.
"No... no, it's not that, Fang Qing. How about... how about we just forget about it? Actually... actually, he's not a bad person," Liu Yilin said.
"Rich lady Liu, are you crazy? Do you know his purpose in getting close to you? Of course, he'd pretend to be good to you. When you've lost everything, then you can cry," Fang Qing said with a look of exasperation.
"I... I haven't," Liu Yilin said softly.
"Alright, you listen to me on this. I'm your best friend, and I wouldn't harm you. Just follow my plan." Fang Qing gave Liu Yilin no opportunity to object.
Liu Yilin returned to Ning Beichen's side, feeling anxious and uncertain about how to speak to him.
In truth, her attitude towards Ning Beichen had long shifted from initial disgust to a state she herself couldn't define. Regardless, she didn't want to see anything happen to him.
However, caught between her best friend and her own heart, she was deeply conflicted.
"Ning Beichen, my best friend said she's arranged a race for you. She wants to see if you, as my bodyguard, have the courage and qualification to protect me," Liu Yilin said to Ning Beichen with trepidation. As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.
"Ning Beichen, you don't have to agree. This is just a prank from my best friend. How about we leave?" Liu Yilin quickly added.
"Boss, it's nothing. It's just a race. Haven't I told you? Besides aircraft carriers and submarines, there's no vehicle I can't handle."
"It's just a race, a piece of cake." Ning Beichen looked dismissive.
"Ning Beichen, my best friend has invited Asia's God of Racing, Pita. He's very skilled," Liu Yilin said anxiously.
"Asia's God of Racing, Pita?" Ning Beichen heard the name and sneered. Even Europe's God of Racing had to eat his dust. What was an Asian God of Racing to him?