Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 544 Brothers Talk Heart-to-Heart, Respect is Paramount

Ning Yao and Wen Tingye competed for two rounds, and Ning Yao won both times.

She knew, of course, that Wen Tingye had deliberately slowed down when he crossed the finish line, his aim being to let her win.

But that wouldn't be interesting. Ning Yao was very dissatisfied with Wen Tingye's concession. She even got out of the car, walked up to the man, bent down, and tapped his hood a few times as a warning.

"Who told you to let the water flow? This is so boring. Do you look down on me?" The woman's voice was cold and clear, like a refreshing spring in the forest, gently rippling through the heart, with a hint of threat.

Wen Tingye took off his helmet, smiled and said, "So, do you think it's more interesting to frequently beat me, or to frequently lose to me?"

Ning Yao certainly wanted to win; who would like to lose to someone else and feel inferior?

However, she preferred to win based on her own abilities rather than having someone deliberately let her win. If it were someone else, she might feel insulted, but the other party was Wen Tingye. She knew that Wen Tingye couldn't bear to see her feel wronged, rather than that he was maliciously humiliating her.

"No, you have to have a serious match with me today." Ning Yao's stubbornness kicked in, and she became exceptionally assertive, her voice carrying a sense of oppression, as if she would drag Wen Tingye out of the car and beat him up if he didn't agree.

"I'll take this seriously if I beat you. If I do, you have to take me to your place to rest tonight."

“You look great in this race car outfit. Take it home and don’t change here. I’ll take it off for you when we get home.” Wen Tingye suddenly looked up, his deep, magnetic voice incredibly alluring, and his sharp eyes were filled with a half-smiling, yet aggressive, quality that left Ning Yao feeling completely at a loss.

Club staff nearby witnessed this scene; although their faces didn't show much emotion, they were all feeling incredibly guilty.

This man is really bold to openly flirt with the club's big boss. Doesn't he know that their big boss is a famous female racing champion? Beating her is not as simple as just talking about it!

Upon hearing this, Ning Yao's cheeks immediately flushed.

"Take it or leave it, who asked you to?" Ning Yao was furious and threw her helmet at Wen Tingye.

She was quick, and the two weren't far apart. At that speed, an ordinary person would only be left screaming in pain from being hit.

But Wen Tingye was no ordinary person. He simply raised his arm and stretched out his arm, and with a casual grab, he firmly grasped Ning Yao's helmet in his hand.

The staff saw Wen Tingye's slender fingers grab the big boss's helmet, his face cold and exuding an air of noble arrogance. The next second, the man stood up from the driver's seat of the race car and walked straight towards Ning Yao.

Is he going to retaliate?

The helmet didn't hit him, so why is this man so petty?

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, especially Xi Cheng, who was about to step forward to protect his master upon seeing this scene.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Tingye not only didn't return the favor, but instead stood casually in front of Ning Yao, a beautiful smile curving his lips. He bent down slightly, getting closer to Ning Yao, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The man picked up the helmet with one hand and covered Ning Yao's long, dark hair. His slender fingers lingered around Ning Yao's neck as he carefully fastened the helmet strap around her neck.

She could feel the warmth of Wen Tingye's body through her skin, especially the man's fingers, whose fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her neck, giving her goosebumps all over and making her scalp tingle.

Subtle flirting is even more deadly.

The less deliberate the technique, the more captivating it is.

Ning Yao's heart was pounding, and even though she had been wearing the helmet for a while, she still couldn't come to her senses.

Wen Tingye had already sat back in the car, smiling as he looked at the woman standing there dumbfounded not far away. His sexy thin lips parted slightly as he slowly uttered a sentence.

"Still want to compete? This time I won't go easy on you."

Ning Yao snapped out of her daze, her ears burning red, a sweet pink hue spreading across them.

"What's there to be afraid of? If I win, you have to grant me one request: you can't be the only one with the bet."

"Of course," the man replied with a smile, his attitude very generous.

Wen Tingye has always been very generous to Ning Yao. Even if she wanted the moon, he would pluck it down for her.

The two drivers, one after the other, drove their race cars and came to a stop at the starting line with an extremely beautiful drift.

"A speed contest?" Wen Tingye asked Ning Yao beside him, sitting in the car.

However, Ning Yao was distracted by Wen Tingye's actions and was now unsettled. She had obviously forgotten the rules of the competition and didn't even look at Wen Tingye. After she came to a stop, she flew out like an arrow.

A smile flashed across Wen Tingye's eyes, but he quickly gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the gas to follow.

Ning Yao sprinted all the way, more relentlessly than she had ever done in the Formula One Championship. It was as if she was giving it her all, going all out to race Wen Tingye to the death.

Ning Chen maneuvered his race car and stopped it not far away, watching his parents chase each other on the track. Finally, he drove off the track, got out of the car, and walked towards his younger brother.

Ning Moran kept a close eye on the situation on the track, a faint smile on her lips.

"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Ning Chen leaned back against the bar, casually ordered a glass of water, and held it in his hand.

This question was clearly directed at Ning Moran. Ning Chen had gone to the racetrack specifically to give his parents space during the race and also to talk to his younger brother.

"I don't know much about racing, so I can't give a professional opinion." Ning Moran shrugged, put down his drink, and seeing Ning Chen's blank face, added in a softer voice.

"But I hope Mom wins."

Of course, he hoped that his mother could beat his father. Even without hearing their conversation before they went to the track, Ning Moran could tell that his mother's mood seemed a bit off, most likely because their father had said something to provoke her.

"I knew you'd feel the same way I do."

That's why he was willing to come down to the field, take the initiative to find Ning Moran, and have a friendly chat with his younger brother.

Ning Chen was very satisfied with his younger brother's answer. He picked up his glass of water and raised an eyebrow, indicating that he wanted to clink glasses with Ning Moran.

Ning Moran's glass was empty; he had drunk the last drop of his drink. So, Ning Moran raised his hand and asked the bartender to bring him a new one.

This time, they ordered the same plain water as Ning Chen. The two brothers touched the rims of their glasses together, and a crisp clinking sound filled the air.

"Mom is outstanding. She's beautiful, has a great personality, and is very capable. Countless good men want to pursue her, and Uncle Xuezong is one of them, isn't he? He's been watching over Mom for many years..."

"Oh, right, Third Brother, you have amnesia, so you might not remember who Uncle Xuezong is, but that's not important."

Ning spoke quietly, shifting his gaze to the two figures on the track, his eyes incredibly clear.

Before Ning Chen could say anything with a dark expression, Ning Moran continued speaking, as if he were immersed in his own world. His voice was deep and powerful, giving people a sense of calm and composure.

"When I was little, I didn't understand the adult world. I just wanted my dad and mom to be together. I felt from the bottom of my heart that only when they were together could our family be complete and happy."

“But things are different now. I hope that my mother is with a man because she truly loves him, for her own happiness, and not for the so-called completeness of the family or to give us a decent home.”

"Therefore, I respect my mother's choice, I will not force her, and I will not create any more opportunities for her and my father."

"Third Brother, are you like me too?" Ning Moran stopped talking and turned his gaze to Ning Chen beside him.