Chapter 112: Not as Dazzling as You

In the VIP Box, Shen Qingyun was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, while Feng Shouzhuo pumped his fist vigorously.

Xiong Daichuan and Shen Yong also revealed genuine smiles.

Ren Queyue let out a long sigh of relief. She pulled out her phone, ready to call and wake Zhao Shutong to watch Feng Miwan’s award ceremony.

At that moment, the door to the box slammed open with a bang, and Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong finally burst in!

The two of them didn’t even have time to greet anyone in the box or clearly see who was inside.

They rushed straight to the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, their gazes urgently fixed on the boiling race track below.

In the air above the track, drones unfurled a massive banner: “Congratulations to Feng Miwan for Winning the Annual Overall Championship!”

On the stands, Maple Leaf Red flags waved like a burning ocean, and thousands of spectators shouted in unison, the roar shaking the heavens:

“Champion! Champion! Feng Miwan! Feng Miwan! Annual Overall Champion!”

This earth-shattering scene finally allowed the two who had raced all the way here to completely relax.

“Oh my god… finally… we finally made it…”

Zhao Shutong leaned against the glass, letting out a long breath, her legs feeling a bit weak.

Ren Queyue, seeing Zhao Shutong suddenly appear, came over in surprise:

“Shu Tong? Yibai? How… how did you two come together? And you…”

She looked at Zhao Shutong’s disheveled hair and sweat-streaked forehead, full of confusion.

Hearing this, Zhao Shutong turned and glared at her:

“You have the nerve to ask! If you hadn’t refused to wake me up, I wouldn’t have gone through getting stuck in traffic, buying an electric scooter, or almost getting kidnapped by those men in black today!”

“Men in black?”

Ren Queyue was even more baffled, having no idea what had happened.

At this point, Xiong Daichuan, who had overheard their conversation, immediately walked over. He quickly glanced at his own daughter to confirm she looked unharmed, then turned to Zhao Shutong:

“Shu Tong, Little White, are you two hurt?”

Seeing the elder’s concern, Zhao Shutong quickly waved her hands, her tone softening a bit:

“Uncle Xiong, we’re fine! No injuries! We were just startled.”

Xiong Yibai didn’t join their conversation. Her gaze continued to scan the track rapidly, and she glanced at the big screen before asking:

“Why isn’t she doing the interview? Where is she?”

Ren Queyue shook her head:

“No idea. She hasn’t been on the live broadcast since crossing the finish line.”

At this moment, Feng Shouzhuo spoke up to explain:

“She was probably whisked away directly to prepare for the award ceremony. This one’s for the annual overall championship coronation—much grander than a regular station event, with a more complex procedure.”

He knew more about racing events than anyone else present.

Only then did Xiong Yibai notice the two elders in the box, who seemed to have a close relationship with Feng Miwan.

Meanwhile, Feng Miwan drove her race car back to the pit area. As soon as she got out and removed her helmet, a swarm of media reporters surged forward, microphones and cameras thrusting almost into her face.

“Feng Miwan! Tell us how you’re feeling right now!”

“Annual Overall Champion! How do you evaluate this season?”

“That final battle with Song Zhe…”

She didn’t say a word and instead called over Feng Yuxiao. He led the team staff in quickly forming a human wall to shield her from the frenzied media.

“Little Wan, this way! Back to the lounge first!”

Feng Yuxiao protected her as they headed out.

But Feng Miwan pushed her brother’s hand away and ran toward the direction of the stands’ VIP area:

“No! I’m going to the box!”

Feng Yuxiao shouted anxiously behind her:

“What? What are you going to the box for? The award ceremony is about to start!”

But Feng Miwan acted like she hadn’t heard a thing and charged ahead without looking back!

Inside the VIP Box.

Xiong Yibai quietly wondered who the man in front of her was…

Suddenly!

The door to the box was once again shoved open from outside with tremendous force, slamming against the wall with a loud bang that instantly drew everyone’s attention!

At the doorway stood a figure in a thick racing suit, hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead and cheeks, face still flushed from the intense drive, breathing heavily—

It was none other than Feng Miwan, who had just claimed the annual overall championship!

Her gaze skipped over everyone in the box and landed on Xiong Yibai standing by the window.

Their eyes met.

The entire world seemed to fall silent in that instant, the deafening cheers from the track fading into distant background noise.

The next second, Feng Miwan moved!

She charged straight toward the window!

Feng Shouzhuo and Shen Qingyun’s eyes followed their daughter, assuming her target was Ren Queyue, who stood diagonally ahead of Xiong Yibai by the window.

Shen Qingyun was even ready to flash a pleased smile.

However, Zhao Shutong, standing next to Ren Queyue, reacted lightning-fast.

Seeing Feng Miwan’s reckless charge and the direction of her locked gaze, she instantly understood.

Her lips curved up, and she nudged Ren Queyue with her elbow. The two tacitly stepped aside a small bit, making space.

This evasive move froze the expectant expressions on the Feng parents’ faces.

Then, under their stunned gazes, their precious daughter

plunged without hesitation—completely ignoring Ren Queyue—straight into the arms of that aloof, unfamiliar girl!

Xiong Yibai had already opened her arms the moment Feng Miwan charged.

Feng Miwan crashed into her embrace and hugged her tightly. The huge momentum made Xiong Yibai stagger back half a step before steadying.

“Yibai…”

Feng Miwan’s voice choked.

“You’re okay… as long as you’re okay…”

Hearing this, Xiong Yibai thought back to the obstruction and men in black she and Zhao Shutong had encountered outside the track…

She immediately understood the immense psychological pressure and fear Feng Miwan had endured in the final moments.

Her heart softened. She tightened her arms and gently patted Feng Miwan’s back, her voice tender:

“Mm, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

With a smile in her voice, she whispered in her ear,

“Congratulations, annual overall champion. My Little Honey is the best.”

Feng Miwan loosened her tight embrace, a bit embarrassed. She raised her hand and quickly wiped the moisture from the corner of her eye with her finger, then sniffed.

Xiong Yibai looked at her and softly reminded:

“Why did you run here first? Aren’t you going to the award ceremony?”

“I heard the annual champion’s trophy is bigger and cooler than those you have at home.”

Feng Miwan lifted her head and looked at Xiong Yibai.

At that moment, Xiong Yibai stood with her back to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside was brilliant sunlight and countless cheering crowds,

the halo outlining a dazzling silhouette around her.

Feng Miwan gazed at this scene—more captivating than any trophy or honor—and said earnestly:

“Because no champion trophy, no matter how big or impressive…

shines as brightly as you.”