Chapter 91 Tan Zheng's Thoughts Were Wicked

Chapter 91 Tan Zheng's Heart Was Wicked Song Ni ultimately did not choose a sports car, but opted for a motorcycle with a silver body. She refused to believe that if she lacked talent for four-wheeled vehicles, she would also lack it for two-wheeled ones. Tan Zheng was somewhat surprised by her choice. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes." "Can you ride it?" "No," Song Ni replied matter-of-factly and righteously. Tan Zheng had intended to add more protective measures after Song Ni made her choice, at least to safeguard her life when she drove recklessly. However, she ended up choosing a motorcycle. "You're not going to pick this one too?" "Mm, it looks good." Ever since she overheard Lu Hao Ting on the mountaintop mention that Tan Zheng's ex-girlfriend was a motorcycle racer, Song Ni had secretly planted a seed in her heart. She, too, wanted to experience the thrill of speed through her own abilities. Just as she was contemplating how to acquire a professional bike, Tan Zheng presented the opportunity. Of course, Song Ni had no intention of revealing her plan to Tan Zheng; she wanted to work hard in secret and astonish everyone. Motorcycles were highly dangerous. Those without professional training or a license would be completely unable to ride them on the road. With this thought, Tan Zheng nodded. "This one is a gift. Pick another one." He truly could not rest easy about Song Ni's driving skills; he had long considered gifting her a car. With his modifications, as long as she wasn't foolish enough to crash head-on into a large truck, her life would be absolutely safe. Song Ni found Tan Zheng somewhat strange. Why was he suddenly so good to her? Was this the difference between being officially married and not? No wonder Lu Fang said that just the title of "Mrs. Tan" could bring her so much. Regardless of whether Tan Zheng had feelings for her, he would certainly provide what was due. Song Ni sighed. Setting aside her own interest in Tan Zheng, he was truly a perfect candidate for an arranged marriage. Of course, if it weren't for this interest, she wouldn't have so readily agreed to her family's wishes. One could only say that everything that had happened was intertwined with fate. And fate, besides being heaven-ordained, could also be man-made. Song Ni felt she should thank Song Jing wholeheartedly, for understanding her preferences so well, and for heaven allowing him to meet Tan Zheng in America. After making their selections, the two left the haven for racing enthusiasts. Besides the cars, the design of the villa was also exceptionally unique, as if custom-made for Tan Zheng. Song Ni discovered that Tan Zheng's enormous bedroom overlooked the entire second floor of cars. Within this nearly two-hundred-square-meter bedroom, a wine cabinet was specifically installed. If one felt lonely or bored at night, they could sit by the window, drink wine, and admire their collection of priceless sports cars. Tan Zheng was indeed someone who knew how to live and enjoy life; he poured his passion into every corner of his existence, requiring not only financial resources and material possessions but also endless thought. Song Ni asked, "Did you specifically hire someone to design this villa?" If so, it would mean Tan Zheng had purchased the land himself and obtained permits for self-construction, which required not just money but also connections with the government. Tan Zheng took out a bottle of red wine, retrieved the newly delivered wine glasses, and sat on the floor by the window. He gestured for Song Ni to sit beside him and poured her a glass of wine. "I had Cheng Jing arrange it." Song Ni took a sip of the wine, its aroma rich and mellow; even the wine was good. "Cheng Jing?" "He's abroad for the time being. I'll introduce you when he returns." If Song Ni understood anything about architecture, she would have been even more astonished that Tan Zheng knew an ascending star in the architectural world. That was far more difficult than acquiring land and building a villa. "You seem to have many friends." "Cheng Jing also dabbles in cars. I'm his mentor." Hearing this, Song Ni raised an eyebrow slightly. "You also take apprentices?" Tan Zheng lowered his gaze to the brightly lit second floor, where the cars were all meticulously selected and acquired through great effort. Five years, five years away from the track, was a very long time. He had to find things to do. The moniker "Racing God" was not only well-known in China's racing circles but also recognized abroad. In these five years, many people had come seeking him. Some wanted to know the reason for his retirement, others wanted to spar with him, and some sought his guidance. His acquaintance with Cheng Jing was purely coincidental. That day, he was in a good mood and drove to the mountaintop where racing enthusiasts often trained and played, observing their friendly competitions. In his opinion, everyone's skills were too raw, and Cheng Jing was the rawest among them. Colloquially speaking, he was the worst among a group of amateurs. He disliked being approached and asked to do things; anything he did was something he initiated himself. Others would never have imagined that after three attempts to persuade Tan Zheng to offer guidance, Tan Zheng would proactively choose a novice who lacked any talent and could only rely on hard work to teach. "I just taught him a bit casually." Song Ni's eyes curved into a smile. "Then can you teach me casually?" "You?" The man lazily raised an eyelid, glancing at her, then shook his head. "No." "Why?" "Your skills are too terrible." Song Ni: "..." "That's precisely why I need you to teach me." Tan Zheng let out a muffled chuckle. "I don't teach women." "That's gender discrimination!" Hearing Tan Zheng say that, Song Ni felt a slight sense of pleasure. If he didn't teach women, it meant he hadn't taught Li Shang either? "Besides, I'm not just any other woman; I'm your wife!" Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow and nodded. "That's true." "Then you agree?" Tan Zheng's eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at Song Ni's excited little face, unable to resist reaching out and flicking her pert nose. "My discipleship fee is very expensive. Can you afford it?" "There's a discipleship fee? We're married, there's no need to be so formal." "What needs to be distinguished should be distinguished." "Then how much do you want? I have money too." Song Ni clenched her fist and feinted in front of Tan Zheng. She, the esteemed eldest daughter of the Song family, was not short of money! Tan Zheng swirled the wine glass, raised it, and drank it down in one gulp, then poured another. The red liquid slowly flowed to the bottom of the glass, complementing the enchanting night scene, exuding a captivating allure. The man's voice was low, laced with a hint of a smile. "I'm not short of money." "Then what do you want?" Song Ni had a low alcohol tolerance, and after drinking a few hurried sips, the effects kicked in, her eyes already a little hazy. Tan Zheng stared at her for a long time. He stared until Song Ni accidentally hiccuped, breaking the overly intimate gaze. The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tilted his head, drinking again. "I haven't decided yet. When I do, I'll tell you." Song Ni wrinkled her nose. "Then you must remember to tell me." Her voice was already softening. Tan Zheng knew Song Ni was about to get drunk. He had deliberately chosen a bottle with a high vintage; with just one cup, given Song Ni's alcohol tolerance, she was bound to become dazed. He admitted he was a little wicked. He wanted to watch the young girl get drunk in his territory. Then, she would lean against him softly, trust him, and call him husband. Whatever he said, she would do. A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. (End of this chapter)