Chapter 23 Tan Zheng, this name, represented the passion of racing

Chapter 23 Tan Zheng, that name, represented the passion of racing. With Lu Fang's intervention, the heat of that fight video decreased significantly, but some people recognized the bar in the video. As Lu Hao Ting walked downstairs to prepare to sing, he keenly sensed that several people were acting strangely. Those involved in the entertainment industry are always sensitive to various camera lenses. He beckoned a waiter and asked him to go upstairs to inform Lu Fang. His security was always good. The sudden arrival of several suspicious people at the bar couldn't be about him. A little thought would reveal that these people were here for Song Ni. After all, such high heat had been suppressed in just half an hour, so naturally, some people were curious. Since Song Ni's information couldn't be found, they could only try their luck at the bar. Lu Hao Ting thought for a moment, took off his hat, revealing his handsome face, his red hair particularly striking. "A song, 'Fearless,' for everyone." Lu Hao Ting's voice was recognizable, and coupled with 'Fearless' being his breakout song, it immediately captured everyone's attention. A fan recognized him and couldn't help but scream his name. A new generation rap singer suddenly appeared on stage, and the bar instantly erupted. Lu Hao Ting placed his finger to his lips. "Shh, listen to me sing." The audience then suppressed their inner restlessness. In the private room, Song Ni frowned as she watched everything happening downstairs and looked at Lu Fang with confusion, asking, "Can he just show himself like this?" Lu Fang had already received the waiter's message, a smile still on his lips, but the smile in his eyes didn't reach them. "He doesn't go for the traffic. This kid has also been wanting to advertise Tan Ge's bar." This reason seemed plausible, but Song Ni still felt strange. Even without Lu Hao Ting's advertisement, Tan Zheng's place was already quite busy every night. Lu Fang's phone rang. Song Ni looked up at him, and for some reason, a vague premonition arose. Lu Fang answered the phone, spoke a few words to the person on the other end, and then smiled back at her. Song Ni put down her wine glass, perhaps without even noticing that she had subconsciously straightened her back. She heard the answer she wanted to hear. "Tan Ge is done with his business and is on his way." Song Ni's eyes moved, unable to hide her inner joy. She hadn't seen Tan Zheng for two days and was indeed looking forward to it. In a good mood, Lu Hao Ting's song sounded even better. Song Ni thought that she must be a good teacher and seriously teach Lu Hao Ting something. Qin Yang was equally excited. This was her first close contact with the legendary Tan. "Nini, I love you so much." Song Ni glanced at her, a faint smile on her lips, and frankly stated, "I'm just a tool for your fangirling." Hearing this, Lu Fang was curious. Song Ni explained, and after listening, Lu Fang looked at Qin Yang with some surprise. "I didn't expect you to be Tan Ge's fan too." But indeed, when Tan Zheng was still active, he was spirited, arrogant, and wild. Coupled with his looks and physique, he had captured the hearts of many young girls. Thinking of this, Lu Fang looked at Song Ni again, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Was Song Ni also a fan of Tan Ge before? Song Ni picked up her wine glass and took a sip leisurely. "What was Tan Zheng like when he was young?" So it wasn't. Lu Fang smiled and clinked glasses with Song Ni. "There was a saying in the racing circle back then: even losing to Tan Zheng in a race was an honor." Because they would get to witness the divine talent's exquisite skills, and the reckless drive and courage he possessed. Tan Zheng, that name, represented the passion of racing. Song Ni's heart warmed, and the image of that dashing and unrestrained figure she saw in high school became clearer. She blurted out, "Then why did he stop?" He had such great talent, such great skills, he was still so young, and he loved it so much. Why did he stop? As soon as the words left her mouth, the private room fell silent, with only Lu Hao Ting's magnetic singing. Song Ni held her breath, staring directly at Lu Fang, as did Qin Yang, not daring to make a sound. After an unknown period, Lu Fang put down his wine glass, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two deep puffs, a smirk appearing on his lips. "Sister-in-law." Lu Fang's voice suddenly became hoarse. "No one can persuade Tan Ge to do something he doesn't want to do." Who wouldn't regret the sudden retirement of the god of Chinese racing? Who wouldn't want to continue to see Tan Zheng's arrogant and unrestrained figure on the track? But Tan Zheng was unwilling, he didn't want to race anymore, he didn't want to compete. Song Ni's hand holding the wine glass tightened, the rim of the glass digging into her hand, causing pain. Through the smoke, she saw the regret on Lu Fang's face. A voice came from the doorway, and Song Ni's heart fluttered. The man stood at the doorway. He seemed to have cut his hair, his buzz cut resembling the young, spirited, and wild Tan Zheng from years ago. As Tan Zheng walked in, Song Ni's gaze shifted. He was still sexy and handsome, even occasionally showing a fierce, roguish look in his eyes, but he was different. He was different from the Tan Zheng she had heard about from Qin Yang and Lu Fang from his youth. He was different from the figure in her memory. After leaving the track, he seemed to have reined in his edge. Who knows what he had gone through to become the mature and steady man he was now. His perpetually furrowed brow seemed to hold many secrets. Song Ni swallowed, her throat dry. Seeing Tan Zheng enter, Lu Fang instinctively threw him the cigarette. Tan Zheng caught it and directly threw it onto the table. "Put out the smoke." Lu Fang was startled, not understanding, but he also extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Tan Zheng sat down next to Song Ni, carrying a faint, earthy scent, but his cigarette smell was enough for Song Ni to ignore that slight discomfort. As soon as he sat down, Tan Zheng stared at Song Ni for a long time. He had seen how viciously people had cursed her online during the day, but the person involved seemed unaffected. Tan Zheng shifted his gaze. That's right, the young girl didn't seem to have poor psychological resilience. Song Ni beckoned with her finger. Now that she saw him, she suddenly didn't know what to say. Her emotions were still stirred by Lu Fang's earlier words. Tan Zheng glanced at the wine in Song Ni's hand, his brow furrowed. He reached out and took the glass, then signaled a waiter to prepare a non-alcoholic drink for her. Song Ni licked her lips. "I want milk." But where would she find milk in a bar? Hearing this, Tan Zheng just gave Song Ni a deep look and then sent the waiter to buy it for her outside. Lu Fang and Qin Yang sat opposite them, silently watching this scene, deeply questioning the progress of their relationship. (End of this chapter)