Fu Zheng had raced with some people and crashed.
Although he had traded in his sports car for money, he still had a motorcycle that he had modified himself.
He hadn’t played with it for a long time, and it had been gathering dust in the warehouse at home. Even Fu Si Heng had forgotten about it. For some reason, Fu Zheng suddenly remembered, secretly got someone to bring it out, and went to participate in a street racing event hosted by some rich second-generation kids.
Just for fun.
There was a prize for the race, but it was just a gimmick—a signed helmet and 300,000 yuan in cash.
Normally, Fu Zheng wouldn’t even glance at it.
But now, to get that 300,000 yuan, he had gone to great lengths.
Lately, everyone knew Fu Zheng was trying to make money.
His card had been confiscated, and Fu Si Heng had only left him a few thousand yuan for food. No one was allowed to lend him money, all his luxury goods had been taken away, and two bodyguards were assigned to watch him closely.
On top of that, Fu Si Heng had previously said things like Fu Zheng was relying on the family, which had provoked him with reverse psychology. It really fired up Fu Zheng’s competitive spirit, and he was determined to earn 200,000 yuan on his own to free Tao Zhi from his debt to Fu Si Heng.
He absolutely wouldn’t let Tao Zhi remain tied to Fu Si Heng as a fake boyfriend, enduring all that grievance.
Young Master Fu the Second was full of vigor.
……
At first.
Fu Zheng found himself several part-time jobs and diligently worked and attended classes every day.
He persisted for a month.
At the beginning of the month, on payday for his part-time gigs, he only took home less than 3,000 yuan, which completely shattered his resolve.
What a joke. With this amount of money, how many years would it take to save up 200,000 yuan?
He’d graduate from university before he saved enough.
That shameless Fu Si Heng would definitely use the debt to threaten Tao Zhi during this time, doing this and that to him.
It was too much!
Just thinking about it made Fu Zheng unable to endure. He decided to take the risk.
As long as he won, he’d get the prize money, and Tao Zhi would be free.
Fu Zheng was confident he’d win.
As long as he could participate, he would definitely win and take the 300,000 yuan.
But the problem was, he couldn’t participate.
With Fu Si Heng’s orders in place, no one was willing to let the second young master join. Fu Zheng racked his brains for days and finally decided to compete under someone else’s identity.
He found someone, bribed them, and prepared everything. On the day of the race—today—he tricked the bodyguards by saying he was going to bed early and entered his room at seven.
In reality, he tied bedsheets together, climbed out the fifth-floor window, put on a baseball cap and mask, and sneaked into the race venue.
No one noticed.
It was only after the accident, when his helmet was removed, that his true identity was discovered, and he was rushed to the hospital.
By the time Fu Si Heng and Tao Zhi arrived at the hospital, Fu Zheng’s broken leg was already in a cast, his scraped arms had been treated, and he was arguing with the doctor.
“I’m telling you, this wasn’t my fault at all.” The fracture hadn’t dampened Fu Zheng’s spirits one bit; he was full of defiance. “What a joke. I competed in off-road motorcycle races when I was sixteen. Did I ever have an accident? It was the bike—the bike had issues, got it?”
“My skills were fine. It was the bike.”
“Damn it, I was so close to getting that 300,000 yuan, and then this happened.” Fu Zheng was fuming.
“Yes, yes, yes.” The doctor rolled his eyes and placated him.
Fu Zheng had been lucky today. He raced on a proper track, and even when the bike lost control, it wasn’t too serious. If it had been on those winding mountain roads, he’d be a corpse by now instead of being so lively.
“What’s with that tone?” Fu Zheng was unhappy with the perfunctory attitude and emphasized again, “It’s all because of the bodyguards Fu Si Heng assigned. They watched me every day except for eating and sleeping. How could I have time to check if the bike was off?”
……
The two bodyguards stood by the bed, not daring to breathe.
“I only noticed halfway through… damn it.” Fu Zheng cursed under his breath. “Fu Si Heng ruins everything.”
“Just you wait. I won’t let him off easy.”
“Second Young Master, friendly reminder: Eldest Young Master is already on his way. He might arrive any minute. Watch your words, or you’ll get another beating, heh.” No sooner had the doctor said this than he looked up and saw Fu Si Heng pushing open the ward door. “Speak of the devil.”
