Chapter 44: I Really Want to Go Find Her

Ren Queyue smiled smugly and lowered her voice.

“Uncle Xiong took action? That old pervert Wang Jiancheng is completely done for?”

Xiong Yibai nodded. “Yeah, it’s settled.”

“It’s about time!”

Ren Queyue pursed her lips.

“You just had to tough it out on your own. Anyway, from now on, let’s see who dares to give you any grief!”

She patted Xiong Yibai’s shoulder.

“I’m off—the ER’s still swamped! Call me if you need anything!”

Watching Ren Queyue’s back as she came and went like the wind, standing up for her so righteously, Xiong Yibai felt a flicker of warmth in her heart.

She lowered her head again, focusing her attention on the medical record in front of her.

No matter how the outside world changed, she always remembered that she was first and foremost a doctor.

Xiong Daichuan moved quickly. In just a few days, Xiong Yibai’s schedule was updated.

As she had hoped, it became a standard two-day weekend, with full shifts greatly reduced each week and more half-days.

The sudden drop in workload left her unprepared for the unexpected free time.

Another uneventful afternoon shift ended, and Xiong Yibai returned home.

The house was quiet. She habitually turned on the TV, letting the news sounds fill the silence in the space.

But the images on the screen and the host’s voice seemed veiled, unable to capture her attention.

She held the remote, aimlessly channel-surfing, finding that the TV shows and movies that used to relax her now felt utterly dull—she’d already binged them for days.

She set down the remote, her gaze drifting aimlessly around the living room until it settled on the Little White Bear Doll on the shelf.

Looking at the bear’s “serious” expression, a thought popped into her mind:

I really want to go find her…

She hesitated for a moment, then stood up and headed to the bedroom to change clothes.

She remembered Feng Miwan casually mentioning that the Maple Grove Racing Team’s usual training base was in the suburbs, and she roughly recalled the directions.

She set the navigation and drove out of the city.

The further into the suburbs she went, the fewer the cars and the wider the view.

When the navigation announced the destination was approaching, bursts of penetrating engine roars drifted into the car from afar, growing louder.

The sound had a strong rhythm—sometimes high-pitched and sharp from extreme acceleration, sometimes a deep, whistling howl from high-speed corners…

Even from a distance, she could feel the lightning-fast speed and passion.

Xiong Yibai parked her car in a spot on the outskirts of the training base where it wouldn’t be in the way.

She got out and followed the sound with her eyes. In the distance, on the winding track, a Maple Leaf Red Racecar streaked by like lightning, its tires screeching against the ground in a piercing sound that sent adrenaline surging.

Just hearing the noise and seeing the blurred, swift car shadow, Xiong Yibai could imagine Feng Miwan in the cockpit, fully focused and handling it with ease.

She walked into the Maple Grove Racing Team’s training base.

The interior was more professional than she’d imagined, with repair areas and data monitoring stations fully equipped, but at that moment, everyone’s attention was on the track.

She spotted the striking Maple Leaf Red Racecar slowing down and stopping near the repair area exit.

A figure in a matching racing suit and cool helmet had just climbed out of the cockpit and was gesturing animatedly with Feng Yuxiao, who stood by the car.

Even from a distance, wrapped head to toe in the racing suit, Xiong Yibai recognized her from that familiar figure and posture—it was Feng Miwan.

At this moment, Feng Miwan was utterly different from the giggling, energetic girl she usually saw.

She stood tall and straight, helmet tucked under her arm, fingers swiftly gesturing in the air as if intensely debating a corner line or vehicle tuning with Feng Yuxiao.

It was a side of her Xiong Yibai had never seen.

The discussion seemed to wrap up, and Feng Miwan nodded.

Then, Xiong Yibai saw her make a slightly odd move—

She pulled a one-yuan coin from a small pocket in her racing suit, placed it on her thumb, and flicked it upward lightly.

The coin arced through the air in a silver flash, which she caught steadily and slapped onto the back of her hand.

She glanced down, as if confirming something, then put her helmet back on and climbed into the cockpit again.

The racecar let out a low roar and shot out of the repair area.

Once the red streak vanished into the distance, Feng Yuxiao turned around and noticed Xiong Yibai standing not far away.

Surprise flashed across his face, followed by a smile as he hurried over.

“Dr. Xiong? What brings you here? You’re a rare guest!”

Xiong Yibai pulled her gaze from the track and looked at Feng Yuxiao.

“I was just passing by, so I stopped in to take a look.”

Feng Yuxiao was sharp; he knew exactly what was up but tactfully didn’t call it out, just chatted amiably.

“I see! Welcome, welcome! Our place is pretty remote, and the noise is loud—nothing much to see, just messing around.”

After some polite small talk, Xiong Yibai finally voiced the question on her mind.

“Manager Feng, I just saw… before she got back in the car, she flipped a coin? What was that…?”

At the mention, Feng Yuxiao’s face showed a mix of helplessness and fondness. He adjusted his glasses and explained.

“Oh, that? It’s an old habit of Little Wan’s from years ago—a kind of… psychological cue or ritual, I guess.”

He paused, lost in memory.

“When Little Wan was little, around six or seven, she got separated from us once and lost her way in a totally unfamiliar place.”

“She was terrified. In her panic, she picked up a one-yuan coin from the ground.”

“Kid logic—she didn’t know what else to do, so she made a wish on it: heads, go right; tails, go left.”

“And guess what? She kept flipping it for directions, stumbling along, and eventually made it back home on her own!”

“After that, she developed this inexplicable trust in coins, thinking it brought her luck, her good-luck charm.”

“At first, we thought it was cute and didn’t mind. But later…”

Feng Yuxiao’s tone grew complicated.

“She got a bit… obsessed with it.”

“Not just for getting lost—for lots of things, even big decisions, she’d subconsciously rely on that coin.”

“I always thought pinning your fate on something so flimsy wasn’t reliable.”

“I’ve told her a few times, but she never kicked the habit, especially before races or key training sessions—she always flips one.”

Xiong Yibai listened quietly, her gaze drifting back to the red streak blazing across the distant track, lost in thought.