Chapter 105: Yeah, Indeed Handsome

The three of them chatted casually, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

After about ten minutes, the door to the VIP box was pushed open again.

Xiong Daichuan, Shen Yong, and Ren Queyue all stopped talking at the same time and looked toward the door expectantly—they all thought the person they’d been waiting for had arrived.

Instead, in walked a pair of unfamiliar middle-aged spouses.

The man had an elegant demeanor and wore thin-rimmed glasses, while the woman appeared poised and graceful.

Since neither side knew the other, they exchanged polite nods and smiles upon making eye contact, which served as a greeting.

The couple then found seats a bit farther away and sat down.

This couple—Feng Shouzhuo and Shen Qingyun—had just settled in when their gazes began to size up the three who had arrived first.

Their attention quickly focused on Ren Queyue, who was dressed in a casual suit with a refreshingly androgynous air.

Shen Qingyun tilted her head slightly and whispered to her husband,

“Shouzhuo, look—that should be the young man, right?”

Feng Shouzhuo examined Ren Queyue carefully for a few moments before responding in a low voice,

“Yeah, out of everyone in this box, he’s the only young person. It has to be him.”

The more Shen Qingyun looked, the more pleased she became, her lips curving into a smile.

“Yeah… this young man looks so refined and clean-cut. Not bad, I like him.”

Feng Shouzhuo muttered softly in response,

“What’s so good about being refined? He doesn’t look steady enough.”

Shen Qingyun playfully tapped him lightly with a reproachful look, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“What do you know? Weren’t you the one who won me over back then with that exact refined and clean-cut look?”

Feng Shouzhuo was momentarily speechless and could only concede,

“…Fine, you’re right. Refined… refined is pretty good too.”

Shen Qingyun couldn’t help but lower her head and chuckle quietly.

Sitting across from them, Ren Queyue sensed the scrutinizing gazes from the unfamiliar couple and grew puzzled inwardly.

What’s up with this uncle and auntie?

Why are they staring at me like that?

Do I have something on my face?

Or is it because I’m too handsome?

She adjusted her posture and checked herself in her phone screen.

Yeah, indeed handsome.

By then, there were about half an hour left before the race officially began.

Ren Queyue’s phone rang, and the screen displayed “Feng Miwan.”

She answered the call. “Hey, Miwan.”

This “Miwan” carried over to the ears of Feng Miwan’s parents across the room.

Feng Shouzhuo shot Shen Qingyun a meaningful look and whispered,

“See? Miwan’s calling him proactively now! Their relationship must be something special!”

Shen Qingyun, however, frowned slightly. “But… this kid’s voice sounds a bit… like a girl’s?”

Feng Shouzhuo dismissed it. “Nah. It’s a perfectly normal guy’s voice—just a clean one.”

Having already pegged her as their daughter’s boyfriend, they subconsciously classified Ren Queyue’s somewhat androgynous voice as masculine.

On the other end of the line, Feng Miwan’s voice sounded a bit urgent.

“Sister Queyue, has Yibai gotten to you yet? Also, I can’t get through to Shu Tong—what’s going on?”

Hearing the noisy background sounds, Ren Queyue stood up and stepped outside to say,

“Shu Tong’s still sleeping. I didn’t wake her. Yibai? She hasn’t come over yet. Isn’t she with you?”

Feng Miwan replied, “Oh… then she’s probably still sleeping too. It’s fine; she set an alarm.”

Ren Queyue instantly caught on.

“Got it, got it. You two… alright, you go do your thing. They’ll definitely make it before the race starts.”

“Mm, talk later—hanging up.”

After Feng Miwan hurriedly ended the call, she was about to double-check the racing data when Feng Yuxiao, who had approached quickly, lightly patted her shoulder.

“Miwan, come here for a sec.”

Feng Yuxiao gave her a look, signaling her to follow.

Though puzzled, Feng Miwan still trailed after her brother through the bustling pit crew area and into a room being used temporarily as an office.

“What’s up, bro?”

She closed the door and asked directly.

Feng Yuxiao adjusted the glasses on his nose bridge but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied her expression carefully before speaking.

“It’s the final race. How are you feeling? Nervous?”

Feng Miwan shook her head resolutely.

“Not really. Everything that needed preparing is done. Now I just want to focus on running this one perfectly.”

Seeing her sister’s composed demeanor, Feng Yuxiao felt a subtle stir in his heart.

He recalled how, just a few months ago, she would get so nervous before races that he had to reassure her repeatedly.

Now, she could face this decisive championship battle with such calm—this growth filled him, as her brother, with both pride and a touch of emotion.

He smiled. “Good, that’s good.”

His smile faded as his expression turned more serious, and he continued,

“For this trip to Rongcheng, I only brought the most trusted core members of the team.”

“From the moment we arrived, I’ve had people meticulously checking and rechecking all the equipment, with round-the-clock supervision.”

“I even coordinated with the event organizers for extra monitoring to ensure nothing goes wrong.”

“After all, they share some blame for what happened last time.”

He stepped forward.

“I promise you, Miwan—this time, there won’t be any accidents. You can race with complete peace of mind.”

Listening to her brother’s arrangements, which were thorough to the point of being stringent, Feng Miwan nodded vigorously.

“Got it!”

Feng Yuxiao’s face relaxed into an easy smile again as he patted her shoulder.

“Yeah, go on. Right now, the only thing you need to do is race without worries and give it everything you’ve got. Leave the rest to me.”

A confident smile bloomed on Feng Miwan’s face. “Got it!”

Watching his sister’s retreating back, Feng Yuxiao’s smile dimmed somewhat.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

In the VIP box, Xiong Daichuan’s phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and nodded to Shen Yong and Ren Queyue.

“I’ll take this call.”

He stepped out to a quiet corner outside the box to answer.

“Hello? Manager Feng?”

Feng Yuxiao’s voice came through.

“Mr. Xiong, sorry to bother you. Has your daughter arrived at the box yet?”

Xiong Daichuan instinctively glanced toward the entrance.

“Not yet. The bodyguard just told me she’s still in the hotel room…”

Before he finished, his phone vibrated with a message from the bodyguard.

He checked it and replied,

“Oh, the bodyguard just messaged again—she’s left and is heading to the track.”

Feng Yuxiao responded cautiously, “Mm, good. Please keep an eye out.”

Sensing there was more to it, Xiong Daichuan pressed, “Is something wrong? Any issues?”

Feng Yuxiao didn’t hold back and lowered his voice.

“I’m worried those people from Longevity Town who targeted Miwan and your daughter last time might not let it go and try something during this crucial final race.”

“After all, as we discussed before, the Feng family has no real enemies—just racing competitors.”

“Plus, that Wang Jiancheng still hasn’t been caught by the police. He’s a lingering threat.”