Pei Fengnong glanced awkwardly at the coat in his hand and furrowed his brows as he spoke to Xiao Xie: "Didn’t I ask you to bring my coat over? How did you bring Qiao Chuchu’s coat instead?"

Xiao Xie looked completely confused: "Mr. Pei, didn’t you tell me to bring—"

"Enough," Pei Fengnong’s tone became cold, "It’s fine, you brought the wrong one."

Xiao Xie blinked, feeling aggrieved, and looked toward Qiao Chuchu, mouthing an explanation: "I didn’t bring the wrong one."

Qiao Chuchu suppressed a laugh and motioned for Xiao Xie to stay calm.

[It’s obvious that Pei Fengnong didn’t want me to find out that he asked Xiao Xie to bring me something, so he’s using this way to cover it up. I really understand the personalities of these guys. Pei Fengnong is like this—cold on the outside, warm on the inside. He’s just like a big brother.]

Pei Fengnong had his back to Qiao Chuchu, his ears turning bright red.

Qiao Chuchu watched him, and the smile on her face slowly faded.

[But I ruined this good big brother’s future.]

Pei Fengnong furrowed his brow, and his ears quickly returned to their normal color. He stepped out of the elevator and handed the coat to Qiao Chuchu without turning around.

"Take it," he said coldly before walking away.

Xiao Xie nervously asked, "Did I make Mr. Pei angry?"

Qiao Chuchu shook her head, "No, the reason he’s angry is because of me."

Xiao Xie was surprised, "Ah? Why?"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t answer, her shoulders slumped as she walked toward the lounge. "Come with me."

Pei Fengnong stood in the corner, watching Qiao Chuchu’s back.

He remembered when they were seven or eight years old, playing video games together—specifically racing games.

"When I grow up, I’m going to be a race car driver!" he said proudly. "I’m going to be the best champion!"

Qiao Chuchu was worried, "Won’t it be dangerous, brother?"

"No," he said with pride, "Because I believe I’m born to be number one, nothing will happen to me."

Not long after, Qiao Chuchu gave him a necklace.

It was a very strange design, one he had never seen before.

"I designed it!" Qiao Chuchu said happily. "After I designed it, I had godmother take me to get it made into a necklace, and we even had a master bless it!"

She carefully put it on him: "Let this necklace protect you from now on! May it bring you safety, and ensure you always come in first!"

Pei Fengnong took out an old necklace from his pocket.

The necklace was made of pure gold, and despite being cleaned and maintained over the years, it still showed the wear and tear of over a decade.

The chain was even broken.

Because of the accident caused by Qiao Chuchu, he had torn the necklace off.

He didn’t even know why he still kept it.

Maybe it was just a habit to take it out and look at it from time to time.

Pei Fengnong was about to carefully put the necklace away when suddenly someone bumped into his shoulder!

The necklace clinked as it fell to the ground.

He quickly bent down to pick it up, only for a shiny leather shoe to step on it without hesitation.

Pei Fengnong’s face darkened, and he looked up to meet a pair of deep, unreadable eyes.

Ji Yan Chuan.

Ji Yan Chuan was dressed in a black coat, his short hair slicked back with wax, and his sharp features were filled with disdain. He casually said, "Sorry, I stepped on your necklace. I’m not one to take detours."

Pei Fengnong let out a ridiculous laugh: "What?"

Ji Yan Chuan, looking uninterested in speaking further, brushed past him.

"Pick it up," Pei Fengnong said coldly.

Ji Yan Chuan stopped, glancing back with an arrogant look and signaling to his staff to pick it up.

Pei Fengnong pushed aside the staff who tried to help, pointing at the necklace on the ground, his voice dark, "Pick it up."

Ji Yan Chuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the old gold necklace: "Such an ugly thing, and you still carry it? Seems like your taste isn’t that great."

Pei Fengnong’s voice grew darker: "Did I ask you to comment on my taste? Pick it up!"

Ji Yan Chuan turned around and snorted dismissively: "Do you know who I am?"

His attendant cleared his throat: "This is Ji Yan Chuan, Mr. Ji!"

One of Pei Fengnong’s friends spoke up: "Are you blind? This is Pei Fengnong, Pei, the champion of the F1 Formula Seven times in a row, the most amazing racer. His net worth during the races alone has reached 1.1 billion dollars. And you, Ji Yan Chuan, a guy who lives off his family, are you really going to try to show off in front of Mr. Pei?!"

Ji Yan Chuan’s follower froze, then whispered in shock: "This is the Pei Fengnong? My god… He’s even more impressive than Mr. Ji?"

Ji Yan Chuan’s expression darkened as he glanced at Pei Fengnong.

Pei Fengnong remained expressionless: "Pick it up."

Ji Yan Chuan sneered, still unimpressed: "I thought you were someone important. Turns out you’re just Pei Youchuan’s little brother, Pei Fengnong."

He continued, getting more ridiculous: "Is this the Pei family’s character? I heard your sister, Qiao Chuchu, has sickening feelings for all seven of you, and she refuses to let go of any of you, right?"

Pei Fengnong’s gaze darkened.

Ji Yan Chuan smiled derisively: "How disgusting."

Pei Fengnong stepped forward, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "So you won’t pick it up?"

Ji Yan Chuan arrogantly provoked: "I won’t pick it up. I don’t take detours, and I don’t bend down either."

Pei Fengnong smiled meaningfully, grabbing his hair and slamming him into the glass!

The glass shattered into pieces!

Ji Yan Chuan screamed, and in a fit of anger, he tried to fight back.

Pei Fengnong effortlessly restrained him, throwing him three meters away!

Ji Yan Chuan fell to the ground with a crash: "Damn!!"

Pei Fengnong picked up the necklace from the ground, carefully placed it in his pocket, grabbed a decorative baseball bat, and walked toward Ji Yan Chuan.

His friends quickly stepped in to stop him: "Bro, stop, stop! Let it go, or it’ll get worse! He’s from the Ji family, at least give him some face!"

Ji Yan Chuan struggled to stand, grabbing a ceramic piece nearby and charging at Pei Fengnong: "What the hell, you think I’m afraid of you?!"

From the shadows, a figure suddenly emerged and with a spinning kick, sent Ji Yan Chuan’s ceramic flying!

Pei Fengnong looked on in surprise.

Everyone else was equally stunned: "What the hell… Is that… Miss Qiao?!"

Ji Yan Chuan stumbled back, staring in shock at the source.

Who is Miss Qiao?

Qiao Chuchu?!

He looked closely and saw Qiao Chuchu striking a perfect spinning kick stance before slowly retracting her leg.

It was clear that the flying kick just now had come from her.

Ji Yan Chuan, furious, shouted: "Who the hell are you?!"

Qiao Chuchu narrowed her eyes and angrily charged at him: "I’m your grandpa, Qiao from the beginning of time!"

She attacked swiftly, like a rabbit, kicking at Ji Yan Chuan: "You’re bullying my brother, huh?!"

Ji Yan Chuan dodged and retaliated as they began to fight!

Though Ji Yan Chuan fought fiercely, his moves were clumsy and slow.

In contrast, Qiao Chuchu was agile and quick, darting around and using the terrain to suppress Ji Yan Chuan again and again.

Lin Qing, Lin Shen, and the Pei brothers arrived at the club, and the first thing they saw was Qiao Chuchu fighting Ji Yan Chuan.

Lin Qing: "??? Oh my god, Qiao Chuchu knows martial arts?!"

Lin Shen: "...I never knew she could fight."

Pei Youchuan took off his glasses, his mouth hanging open: "Ji Yan Chuan actually fought to a tie with Qiao Chuchu, this newbie?"

Pei Bu Xian, holding his dog, shook his head repeatedly: "I can’t believe it. Qiao Chuchu looks like a helpless little kitten in front of us, but in front of Ji Yan Chuan, she’s like a King of Fighters?!"