Qiao Chuchu fastened her seatbelt and glanced at Pei Fengnong, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Qiao Chuchu looked at him through the rearview mirror for a moment before quickly averting her gaze awkwardly.

[I still remember a year ago when I snatched the steering wheel from Pei Fengnong during a mission, forcing him to withdraw from the race. That move made his inner darkness rise even further. That mission was way over the top, and he ended up announcing his retirement from racing, never to compete again.]

Qiao Chuchu covered her face in frustration: [I ruined this guy's chance at the championship. He can't help but hate me. And just now, I was so rude when I spoke to him. I'm really terrible.]

Pei Fengnong gradually tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his face darkening, as he silently drove toward the company.

When it finally got dark, Pei Fengnong took Qiao Chuchu to the club.

She only wore a thin jacket when she got out of the car. She was shivering from the cold as she got in and out of the car, and even after entering the club, she curled up from the chill.

[Cold, cold, cold, freezing! Why do I always forget to dress warmly?!]

Pei Fengnong casually glanced at her and then sent a location pin to Xiao Xie on his phone.

"Bring a thick coat for Qiao Chuchu to the club within 30 minutes."

Upon receiving the message, Xiao Xie quickly packed up Qiao Chuchu's coat and made a ginger milk drink before having the family driver take it to the club.

Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu’s fans had been relentlessly urging her for updates:

"Blog Master, what happened with the strawberry cake that Young Master Qi made? Any updates?"

"Blog Master, quick, answer! Did Young Master Qi poison Miss Eight with the cake?!"

There was even a trending topic on Weibo: #Young Master Qi Suspected of Poisoning Miss Eight.

Xiao Xie: ???

She hurriedly took a photo of the view outside and posted it with the caption: [I was held up with work just now! Let me get to the point: Miss Eight hasn’t been poisoned, and the cake is safe!]

[Also, Miss Eight took one bite of the cake and immediately guessed it was made by Young Master Qi. She playfully told me it definitely wasn’t made by me.]

[I have to say, Miss Eight is so sweet, oh my gosh, she looks so good when she smiles! But before I could ask more, the new temp worker came in and smashed strawberry cake all over Miss Eight’s face...]

The post gained traction quickly, and the comment section was flooded, hitting 99+ in no time.

"Miss Eight could tell it was made by her brother after just one bite?! Oh my gosh, these siblings are so sweet! Her brother wants to give her food but doesn’t want her to know, and she just knows it’s from him. Who can understand this kind of tacit understanding?! But what’s with that sudden temp worker? She ruined the whole thing!"

"I wouldn't even dare throw cake in my boss’s face! Unless, of course, my boss is sexually harassing me."

"Did Miss Eight kill her entire family or something?"

Xiao Xie replied: [No, it’s just that this temp worker lost Young Master Qi’s dog, and Miss Eight found it. Maybe the temp worker was scolded by Miss Eight, and when she came back, she lashed out, accusing Miss Eight of bullying the poor.]

"???? Is she insane? She lost her employer's dog and the employer found it herself, and when the employer scolded her, she threw cake at her?!"

"Where do these crazy people come from? How did they even end up working at your place?"

Xiao Xie replied: [Our deputy manager hired her and another girl. They even talked bad about Miss Eight, and when Miss Eight found out, she kicked all three of them out. The deputy manager cried so badly when he left, haha!]

"Miss Eight is amazing! What a perfect ending! I love it!"

"Miss Eight is so cool, when are you going to post a picture of her back profile, Blogger?"

Xiao Xie didn’t answer, putting her phone away as she rushed into the club.

At the front desk of the racing club, the receptionist stopped her: "Do you have an appointment?"

Xiao Xie politely replied, "I was sent by Mr. Pei Fengnong to deliver clothes."

Qiao Chuchu, who had been standing on the first floor in a daze, was surprised when she heard that and looked at Xiao Xie.

The receptionist, a beautiful woman, gave Xiao Xie an up-and-down look and picked up the phone: "Please wait, let me confirm."

It didn’t take long before she hung up, flashing a professional smile: "Mr. Pei has asked you to wait for him on the third floor. Please take the service elevator; the regular elevator is only for VIPs."

Xiao Xie nodded in acknowledgment, holding the thermos and clothes as she headed toward the elevator.

The two women at the front desk watched her go and couldn’t help but laugh: "She’s so young, yet she’s playing nanny for someone. Doesn’t she feel like she’s embarrassing her parents?"

"Yeah, she’s fat, stupid, and short—looks like a big penguin."

Xiao Xie froze in place, glancing down at her slightly plump figure, but she pretended not to hear.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the coat bag from her hands.

Xiao Xie turned around in surprise: "Miss Eight?!"

Qiao Chuchu was holding the coat, not responding to her. Instead, she looked at the receptionist: "You love gossiping so much, you must be very noble, right?"

The receptionist’s face immediately changed, and she quickly shook her head: "No, sorry."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes were like knives: "What’s the use of apologizing to me?"

The receptionist choked up, nodding to Xiao Xie: "Sorry!"

Xiao Xie was startled, "Thank you, Miss."

Qiao Chuchu patted her back comfortingly: "Come, let’s take the elevator."

Xiao Xie hesitated: "No, I can just walk up."

"Why be afraid? You’re a member of the Pei family," Qiao Chuchu said, taking her by the arm and leading her to the elevator. "Besides, with me here, who would dare bully you?"

Xiao Xie’s heart raced as she secretly glanced at Qiao Chuchu’s fair, soft hand.

Miss Eight was so nice, and she didn’t act spoiled. She would even stand up for her. Oh my gosh, she’s amazing!

She was definitely going to brag about her on Xiaohongshu and Douyin later!

Xiao Xie gathered her courage, holding up the thermos: "Miss Eight, Mr. Pei asked me to bring you a thicker coat. I was worried you’d catch a cold, so I made some ginger milk for you. Please try it later?"

Qiao Chuchu was surprised: "Pei Fengnong sent you?"

Xiao Xie nodded enthusiastically, her sincerity evident: "Mr. Pei is really worried about you."

Qiao Chuchu: "…"

So this was the kind of game Pei Fengnong was playing—he hadn’t said a word to her, but had Xiao Xie deliver clothes instead?

Just as she was thinking this, the elevator door opened.

Pei Fengnong and his friends entered. Upon seeing Qiao Chuchu, his brows furrowed, and his expression instantly darkened.

His friends, however, oblivious, greeted Qiao Chuchu cheerfully: "Long time no see, Chuchu! You look even prettier!"

Qiao Chuchu smiled and returned their compliments, secretly glancing at Pei Fengnong.

Pei Fengnong had a stern expression, clearly displeased, and turned his back on her.

Qiao Chuchu: "…"

[On the surface, he looks like he hates me, but deep down, he’s actually concerned, right? He even sent Xiao Xie with a coat. Seriously, out of the seven people in the Pei family, ten of them are tsundere.]

Pei Fengnong: "?"

He grabbed the coat Qiao Chuchu was holding.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

His friends laughed when they saw this: "As expected of a brother, not even letting his sister carry her own stuff. You had to take it from her, huh?"

Pei Fengnong’s face was expressionless: "I’m just taking back my own coat. I don’t want it to get dirty."

Qiao Chuchu froze, and the others were also surprised: "This is your coat?"

Pei Fengnong looked up: "Yes."

His friends’ mouths twitched in shock: "Fengnong, this is a pink coat with white fur! Is this your taste?!"

Pei Fengnong: "?"

Qiao Chuchu: "Pfft!"