Chapter 113: Exposed (Add the book to your shelf so you won’t lose it)

The voice was not particularly loud, but in such a noisy environment, it normally wouldn't have carried far. However, the content was explosive enough that it instantly spread through the crowd via those who had overheard it.

"What? The guy driving that Mercedes is just a chauffeur for a CEO?"
"That makes sense. When have you ever seen a tycoon driving his own car?"
"Right, my friend has a point. I saw him get out of the driver's seat myself!"
"Damn, I almost let that guy fool me!"

These whispers soon reached Che Peiqing's ears. His mood swung one hundred and eighty degrees, and his heart felt like it had just drifted through a corner.

A CEO's chauffeur?
That explains it! Driving a Mercedes, knowing Tian Li, and using a Jialing 600cc to race him—it all added up!

He felt ridiculous for being worried earlier and considering canceling the race. Thank goodness he hadn't said anything. Otherwise, he would have lost face in front of everyone! He thought back to Tian Li, whom he knew well; he had certainly never heard her mention knowing any CEOs or rich kids. He had almost fallen into a trap.

*From now on,* Che Peiqing told himself, *whenever I face a situation, I need to think and think again. Speaking slowly is never a mistake.*

Compared to Che Peiqing’s nervous roller coaster, Hua Tianyu was the calmest person at the scene. After stepping out of the car, he scanned the surroundings with a detached gaze, noting the members of the Chechi Club and Che Peiqing’s 1000cc Yamaha. Neither the people nor the motorcycles piqued his interest in the slightest.

He parked the Mercedes to the side, let Tian Li link her arm with his, and with Lin Lin on his other side, the three walked side-by-side toward Tian Li’s motorcycle. However, the two men standing by the bike caught his attention.

"And they are?" Hua Tianyu asked Tian Li.
"They're from the betting agency. They show up every time we race," Tian Li replied.
"I see." Hua Tianyu nodded thoughtfully.
"Brother Tian?" Bei Zhenping, wearing a dark top, called out.

Hua Tianyu glanced at him, acknowledging the greeting.

"I’m Bei Zhenping from Jiyun Betting Agency. Our company has set up a small wager on your race."
"Go on," Hua Tianyu said, gesturing for him to continue.
"We need to set the odds for both sides, so we wanted to ask: which motorcycle will Brother Tian be riding?" Bei Zhenping asked, feeling a bit confused. After all, he hadn't seen anyone else arrive with a bike for Brother Tian's side. The only bike there was Tian Li’s, which hardly matched the status of someone driving a three-million-yuan luxury car.
"I'll be riding this Jialing," Hua Tianyu replied coolly.
"Ah..." Bei Zhenping and his companion were stunned.
"Is there a rule against racing with a Jialing?" Hua Tianyu asked.
"Oh, no, no!" Bei Zhenping quickly denied it. What kind of rule would ban a Jialing? It was just that the guy was clearly making life difficult for himself!

Once the conversation ended, Bei Zhenping pulled his assistant aside toward Che Peiqing. Since this "Brother Tian" had chosen his vehicle, they could finally set the odds. They headed toward the crowd to announce the odds, starting with Che Peiqing. As they approached, they heard the overwhelming chatter and, upon listening closely, immediately had an epiphany.

*I was wondering why someone driving a luxury car of that caliber would use a Jialing 600cc—isn't that just begging to lose? So he's just a bottom-tier chauffeur! If you're a driver, I’d believe it even if you showed up on an electric scooter! Thank goodness someone recognized him; otherwise, if we’d set the odds wrong, who would we even complain to?*

*I wonder who exposed this fraud posing as a CEO?* Bei Zhenping mused to himself.

Jia Wenle was considering the same question. Upon hearing Hua Tianyu’s true identity, he felt reinvigorated, like dry wood meeting spring or a drought meeting rain. *Who was the one who provided this relief?*

Jia Wenle began searching through the crowd. Suddenly, a familiar figure entered his line of sight. Wasn't that the gentleman who had mentioned stopping by a few days ago?

"Young Master Qiu!" Jia Wenle shouted.

Qiu Jinghao was the only son of the president of the Unicorn Qiu Group in Shangjiang City; just knowing him was an honor! Fearing he wouldn't be heard, Jia Wenle shouted again and rushed toward him, yelling "Young Master Qiu" repeatedly.

Qiu Jinghao was followed by two bodyguards, who immediately stepped in to block the reckless Jia Wenle. Not daring to force his way through, Jia Wenle waved and said, "Young Master Qiu, it’s me, Jia Wenle! When we were at the club the other day, I was the one who told you about this race!"

Qiu Jinghao smiled slightly, recognizing him, and told his bodyguards, "Let him through."

The bodyguards parted. Jia Wenle scurried over and said, "Young Master Qiu, it really is you? I didn't think you’d actually come! Haha!"

Qiu Jinghao wore an arrogant expression. "Yeah, just dropping by. I didn't have anything going on tonight anyway."

"Your presence is the greatest honor for the Chechi Club! Thank you, Young Master Qiu!" Jia Wenle knew his own standing wasn't enough, so he used the club's name to elevate the moment.

"The Che-what Club? That name sounds terrible!" Qiu Jinghao frowned. He didn't care about some random club; he was here to watch the motorcycle race. He had been indulging in excess lately and felt physically drained, so he had planned to take a break tonight. Looking for a change of pace from his usual vices, he remembered hearing about this motorcycle race and came to stir up some excitement.

He never expected that upon arriving, he would see that the person on the other side of the race was none other than Wei Xueying’s CEO-chauffeur. That man had left a deep impression on him at the Wealth Hotel; the driver was clearly skilled in martial arts. Although he had replaced his two useless bodyguards after that day, he had learned his lesson and ensured the new ones carried machetes.

Even though he had been longing for Wei Xueying, he hadn't found an opportunity to get close to her, which had left him frustrated. He’d been venting his irritation with various girls, but today he felt his stamina waning, leading him to come out for the race.

He hadn't expected that heaven would reward his persistence, allowing him to encounter Wei Xueying's driver while out for a casual stroll. Seeing the crowd whispering about the Mercedes S-Class, he recognized it immediately—it was Wei Jiacheng’s personal vehicle.