My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Rong Yan stiffened her body, maintaining a statue-like posture. She had no idea how long had passed when her back felt like it was going to break. The handsome brows of the man on the bed gradually relaxed, and his long eyelashes stilled like little fans. The hand wrapped around her waist also gradually loosened its grip.

That’s when she found the opportunity to quietly slip away, quickly grabbed her cellphone, and tiptoed out, gently closing the door behind her.

Done!

She breathed in the fresh air outside, and her whole being came back to life. Rong Yan walked back to the living room, found the script she had marked earlier, and placed it in a conspicuous spot. Then she cheerfully stepped into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Goodness, acting as a nanny for a whole day was more exhausting than a day’s work.

Her body was covered in sticky sweat; if she didn’t take a shower now, she’d start to stink!

After bathing, Rong Yan changed into a T-shirt and jeans, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and left the bathroom feeling refreshed. She glanced one more time at the quiet bedroom, casually picked up the prepared script and car keys, and happily left the house!

After all, Li Shengxiao was asleep, and Doctor Cui wouldn’t come to pick him up for a while. She had some important things to take care of in the meantime!

On the outskirts of the city by Qilian Mountain, under the curtain of night, numerous lights flickered on the winding track, forming two neat rivers of stars.

The atmosphere here was electric.

Young men and women packed both sides of the double track, each holding colorful sparklers, watching the empty track with feverish anticipation.

Then, with a roar of an engine from afar drawing closer…

Soon, a black motorcycle burst into view, drawing everyone’s attention!

“Wow, it’s KK’s battle axe!”

“KK wins again! I told you, the Night Race Group is no match for KK. They were bold enough to challenge KK, and now they’ve been utterly defeated.”

“Damn, just 18 minutes for KK to finish the entire course; did he fly? The last time I did a lap, even with the throttle wide open, it took me half an hour. How does he do it?”

Amidst the rumbling noise,

The black motorcycle sped past and pulled up at the finish line.

The man in the motorcycle suit took off his helmet, flicked his disheveled hair, and revealed a face more exquisite than an angel’s—Zhong Yuye!

The most mysterious and capricious lead singer and composer in the entertainment industry.

Known as the Genius Composer.

He had only created six songs but had achieved what many composers could not accomplish in their lifetimes! After sweeping the charts, he suddenly kept a low profile, almost as if he had left the industry. Only a few of his devoted fans knew that he had transformed into the racer KK, who would come to the outskirts of the city every month on the 3rd to race.

“Ahhhhh, my idol is so handsome! Seeing him only once a month is not enough, why won’t he return to the entertainment industry?”

“Exactly, why won’t he come back? My heart is breaking waiting.”

All around were the infatuated screams of fangirls.

The girls in ultra-short miniskirts had already started their sizzling dance, while sparklers and fireworks were set off as if they were free.

The man at the center, surrounded by the bustling crowd, looked out of place, not sparing a glance for those celebrating his victory. He casually took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and placed it between his thin lips.

His lips curved subtly upwards, and even without a smile, he projected the feeling of one.

The image of him smoking was helplessly seductive!

This elicited more gasps of admiration from the women around him.

Noisy!

The smoking man seemed displeased, his gaze sweeping over the excited crowd. He tossed the cigarette butt aside, ready to rev the engine and leave.

But just then, from the opposite direction, a white motorcycle sped towards them like a bolt of lightning!

“So fast!” someone in the crowd shouted upon noticing the approaching bike.

Zhong Yuye naturally noticed the other rider, and in just a handful of seconds, the white motorcycle executed a beautiful skid stop in front of him.

“Hey handsome, fancy a race?”

If it wasn’t Rong Yan, who else could it be!

A few familiar friends who were gathered around him were taken aback upon seeing the rider, whistled casually, and joked, “Yuye, turns out it’s a chick.” “And a gorgeous one at that! Hahaha, you’ve got good luck with women.”

Another gave Rong Yan a once over and remarked with a tsk, “Young lady, are you even 18? You didn’t just sneak out of school and come here on your teacher’s bike, did you?”

“Hahaha. Old Three, you’re too harsh!” The first guy who had complimented her bumped the one teasing Rong Yan with his elbow and said with a laugh, “But little sister, your senior here is right, your bike is too weak for us. If you want to race with Yuye, do you even know what bike he rides?”

“A Dodge Tomahawk 00258 model, with an 8.3-liter VIO engine from a Viper and wheels of a sports car, capable of exceeding 600 km/h,” Rong Yan said confidently, unphased by the surrounding teasing.. Her deep voice, tinged with challenge, she lifted her head to look directly at the man only an arm’s length away, and continued, “So what, riding a bike worth millions and still afraid to race with me?”