My Perfect Female CEO

Huang Feipeng walked away to get ready. Although he was confident in his ability to win, he decided to make preparations just to be safe. The most important thing was to ensure that Ye Fan didn't win.

"Young Master Ma, if I need some help later, I'd appreciate your assistance," Huang Feipeng politely said to a young man.

This Young Master Ma was Ma Junqing, someone with significant background and a close friend of Lu Chao. When Ye Fan had hit Lu Chao, he'd already wanted to intervene. If Ye Fan hadn't known Xu Qianqian, he would have already dealt with Ye Fan.

Today's event was at Huang Feipeng's place, so it was best to avoid stirring up trouble. Settling scores afterward wouldn't be too late, and at least one shouldn't openly confront Ye Fan in front of Huang Feipeng and Xu Qianqian.

"No problem, today is your birthday. Everyone is here to support you. Although the incident with Lu Chao was a bit unsettling, we're all on your side," Ma Junqing said courteously. "Besides, you're the best in the circle when it comes to driving skills, with international racing experience. If we talk about driving skills, none of us match up to you. You deserve the title of 'Racing God', no question about it. I dare say, there won't be any need for me to intervene; that arrogant guy is no match for you."

In his view, the current actions of Huang Feipeng were simply an expression of apology over the Lu Chao incident, not a genuine request to cause trouble for Ye Fan on the track, since that wasn't necessary. Ye Fan was just an unknown nobody; how could he be a match for the 'Racing God'?

Given Huang Feipeng's stance, Ma Junqing also wanted to save face and would naturally act according to Huang Feipeng's wishes.

"Young Master Ma, let's not be complacent. I see his gaze is calm and so composed, not like an ordinary person. Just to be safe, let's be careful and avoid any unexpected turn of events," Huang Feipeng advised cautiously.

"Young Master Huang, I think you're overthinking it," Ma Junqing chuckled dismissively.

Huang Feipeng shook his head and said, "I'm not kidding."

"Oh." Ma Junqing glanced in the direction of Ye Fan, then said in a deep voice, "Rest assured, Young Master Huang, nothing will happen. If push comes to shove, I can just ensure his car stalls on the track. Does he really have the credentials to challenge us?"

"That reassures me a lot," Huang Feipeng sighed in relief.

"However, if he loses too badly, won't you be in an awkward position?" Ma Junqing added, "After all, he is Xu Qianqian's relative, and aren't you pursuing Xu Qianqian? If you don't give him any face, could it backfire?"

"No, the worse he loses, the less pressure I believe Xu Qianqian will feel here," Huang Feipeng pondered.

"In that case, I won't hold back; it'll also vent some frustration for Lu Chao," Ma Junqing muttered, eyeing Ye Fan with animosity.

At this moment, Xu Qianqian found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place. It was a venue prepared specifically for Huang Feipeng. If Ye Fan won the race, it would be terrible—not only would Huang Feipeng lose face, but others would as well. Of course, she didn't believe Ye Fan would win, but if she watched Ye Fan lose and be humiliated amidst the mockery, she couldn't accept that either.

"Cousin-in-law, you're too reckless. How can you agree to race? Do you know that Huang Feipeng is the 'Racing God' in the circle and has won awards in international racing competitions? How could you possibly win?" Xu Qianqian expressed her concern. "If you lose, it would be so embarrassing, not to mention I don't want to see that happen. However, if you win, Huang Feipeng will lose face. Although I believe there's little chance of you winning, could you avoid racing with them? Why act tough?"

Ye Fan paid no mind to Xu Qianqian's dilemma and softly said, "This kind of race is nothing but child's play; I don't take it seriously. Just watch later; I'm not trying to show off, but rather teach them some manners and also teach you a lesson. These so-called races are nothing but amateur games in my eyes."

"Bragging, keep bragging; will you die if you don't brag? How come I never knew you were so skilled?" Xu Qianqian said, incredulous.

"Haha, just watch later," Ye Fan gave no further explanation.

Soon, the race was about to start, and at Ye Fan's insistence, Xu Qianqian sat in the front passenger seat.

Initially, Xu Qianqian was supposed to sit in Huang Feipeng's car, but with Ye Fan's intervention, Huang Feipeng couldn't press the matter.

Huang Feipeng and Ma Junqing exchanged a meaningful glance and then prepared for the race.

Xu Qianqian immediately became alert and, as if realizing something, hurriedly said, "Cousin-in-law, you wouldn't be using the race as an excuse to take me away, would you? You know you can't take me in front of so many people, so you figured this is a way."

Her bizarre idea came so suddenly.

"You..." Ye Fan looked at Xu Qianqian, helplessly, and said, "You guessed right; that's exactly what I'm thinking."

"Really?" Xu Qianqian immediately panicked, and as she was about to get out of the car, she thought that this logic didn't hold up. She tested him by saying, "Cousin-in-law, although I don't fully understand you, you're not the type to run away. Besides, even if you want to forcibly take me, I believe no one is your match and no one could stop you. Am I smart, or what? Am I right?"

"Enough talk, buckle up," Ye Fan impatiently replied.

"Oh." Xu Qianqian immediately complied, eyes wide with confusion, and said, "Cousin-in-law, promise me one thing: if you lose, just drive away without stopping to avoid hearing unpleasant things, so it's not embarrassing. If you have a chance to win, I would advise against it, as this venue is specially arranged for Huang Feipeng. If you win, it'll be a disaster. But I believe you won't win, so I won't persuade you."

"You're underestimating me, aren't you?" Ye Fan replied, helplessly. "Just wait; you'll be stunned."

He understood why Xu Qianqian firmly believed he couldn't win. After all, she thought so; others likely felt the same. Huang Feipeng's title of 'Racing God' wasn't for nothing, and with others involved, they wouldn't let Ye Fan win. If he showed any signs of winning, they'd probably try to intervene immediately.

However, Xu Qianqian's suggestion for him to drive away showed it wasn't all bad; while standing with her peers, she used her wits to think of an escape plan for him.

"Haha, this girl really is something; even such an excuse she can come up with," Ye Fan muttered lightly, unconcerned.