Chapter 284 The Passion Will Never Cease

Tan Zheng reached out and gently grasped Song Ni's wrist, examining it closely. Her skin was delicate, and the knuckles on the back of her hand were red. The man lowered his head and blew on them tenderly. The scene caused a stir among the guests at the banquet, who collectively gasped. They only knew "Zheng" as a fierce competitor, arrogant and untamed like a black panther on the track, but now this black panther had lowered its head and was carefully blowing on a woman. The sight was almost unnerving. How terrifying. "Zheng" was terrifying, and the woman who had captured him was equally formidable. Ian, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene and narrowed his eyes slightly. A woman dressed in extreme elegance noticed his gaze and followed his line of sight. "Do you know that man?" Ian didn't answer. He watched Song Ni, who was acting coquettishly in front of Tan Zheng, for a long time. In their few encounters, Song Ni had always been distant and even subtly hostile towards him. He couldn't understand why he was inferior to Tan Zheng in her eyes. The woman beside him finally sensed something amiss and looked back at the two by the entrance, her gaze settling on Song Ni. "Who is this woman?" Ian retracted his gaze and looked down at her. "What? You're already trying to control me before we're even married?" The woman's face instantly darkened with anger. "Let me tell you, our family is no worse than yours. Do you think everyone wants to marry you? That's exceedingly arrogant. I am doing this for the family's reputation. If you do anything to tarnish our honor, neither I nor my family will let you off." After hearing these words, a faint smile touched Ian's lips, and a hint of malevolence flickered in his eyes. He usually maintained a gentlemanly demeanor, but this time he directly held his wine and spoke to someone else. The woman's eyes showed surprise. She looked back at the entrance. Tan Zheng was pulling Song Ni back into the banquet hall. She finally saw Song Ni's face clearly. An Oriental woman. When had Ian met an Oriental woman?... Song Ni sat down after Tan Zheng pulled her over and then asked, "Are you finished talking?" "Mm-hmm." Seeing that Tan Zheng's expression was neutral, Song Ni tentatively asked again, "What did you talk about?" Tan Zheng found her timid manner quite endearing. "We discussed the system for retired players returning to the competition." Song Ni's eyes widened instantly. "What do you mean?" If it were just a simple system, Tan Zheng wouldn't have needed to tell her. A guess suddenly sprang to mind, and it made Song Ni so excited that she unconsciously tensed up. She didn't realize she was clutching her skirt tightly. Tan Zheng reached out to hold her hand, feeling that it was still a little cold. He rubbed her hand, and after it warmed up a bit, he asked, "Do you think I can still return to the competition?" Song Ni immediately squeezed his hand back, swallowing hard. "Have you already decided to return?" Tan Zheng smiled and stroked the back of Song Ni's hand. "Not yet, but I'm seriously considering the proposal." Song Ni blurted out, "Of course you can return to the competition. As long as you want to, you can." Tan Zheng's eyes glinted, filled with a smile. "But I'm thirty. The competitors now are all young. I have no advantage against them." Hearing this, Song Ni glared at him disapprovingly. "What nonsense are you talking? How could you not have an advantage? Have so many young competitors won as many championships as you? Do they have more competition experience than you? Do they have your exquisite skills? Is their talent as high as yours?" Tan Zheng's eyes were not just filled with smiles now; his lips were curved upwards. "Am I that good?" "Yes, you are that good. If you return, they will all be wary of you." This wasn't Song Ni's blind praise. Although it was mixed with a lot of emotion, in the two times she had watched him, Tan Zheng was no less than the young players in the club. As long as he truly wanted to return and went through professional training, it would be entirely possible. She didn't know the capabilities of foreign racing drivers, but since everyone said Huan Yuan was a second Tan Zheng, who had won many championships at a young age, and Tan Zheng's current condition was on par with Huan Yuan, or even slightly better, then if this wasn't considered great, what was? Tan Zheng was delighted by Song Ni's unreserved trust and couldn't help but lean in and kiss her. "Aren't you worried?" Song Ni's eyelashes fluttered. She knew what Tan Zheng meant. During the Chinese New Year at the Tan family home, her mother had said that Tan Zheng had formed a new family with her and that any decision he made needed to consider their small family. She had already given her answer then. "This is your life. Do whatever you want, and I will support you." Tan Zheng's eyes were full of deep emotion. He gently cupped the back of Song Ni's head and kissed her. He kissed until Song Ni's lipstick was gone and she was slightly breathless before he let go. Song Ni's eyes were moist, and she asked, "So, have you decided?" Tan Zheng smiled and patted her head. "No rush." Song Ni: ... Since Tan Zheng had brought up the matter of returning to the competition, Song Ni had an additional task every day. While Tan Zheng was busy, she called Uncle Xu to specifically ask how to best care for Tan Zheng's left wrist, and even had Uncle Xu send some Chinese medicine. Every night at ten o'clock, Song Ni would meticulously prepare the medicinal decoction and apply it externally to Tan Zheng. Because the weather in London was still damp and cold, Tan Zheng didn't show it, but Song Ni noticed that whenever it rained, he would always rub his left wrist. After a week of application, Song Ni began to ask Tan Zheng if his hand hurt at night. The Chinese medicine was indeed effective. After using it for a week, Tan Zheng clearly felt that his hand was not as painful as before. However. "You can leave these things to others. There's no need for you to do it yourself." Their house in London was large, and they had hired a Chinese auntie who worked there. Song Ni, however, shook her head. "I want to prepare it myself. Watching your hand gradually recover will give me a sense of accomplishment." The more important reason was that she wanted to show Tan Zheng through her actions that she would support any decision he made. Tan Zheng had indeed softened his stance. That day at the banquet, not only Li Wen had persuaded him, but another person had also helped. This person was also a very accomplished race car driver in his youth, whom Tan Zheng deeply respected. He was a shared idol of Tan Zheng and Xi Jinjiang. That person had also heard bits and pieces about what happened back then. He said one thing to Tan Zheng: "The passion never dies." For those who race cars, once they start, they can never suppress the love for racing in their hearts. Racing has such a charm. The past five years had been agonizing for Tan Zheng, not only due to guilt but also the pain of abandoning his dream and his passion.