Chapter56

That night's wrap party became a moment of honesty between Cen Zhen and Meng Fanchuan.

Cen Zhen asked him many questions, such as why he was there at that time and why he helped her. Meng Fanchuan answered each one, making that brief encounter from the past vivid and complete.

His first glance at her then, as if it had lasted for a lifetime, remained unchanged.

At 9 o'clock, Cen Zhen finally managed to escape from Meng Fanchuan's embrace for a brief moment. She called Mo Xiang, asking her to book a room for Xiao Yunqi at Wanyue after the party. Then, she texted her mother, telling her that Meng Fanchuan was very drunk and she had to stay with him.

Cen Zhen wanted to leave, but she couldn't.

In the time it took to make a call and send a message, Meng Fanchuan had already encircled her from behind, his chin resting on her neck, his breath hot with a trace of alcohol, reminding her, "It's not over."

The phone dropped with a clatter to the floor. Cen Zhen's body, which had been leaning against the bed, was pulled back again, swallowed by the heavy darkness, with no end in sight.

Although she remembered that she had to wake up early to accompany her mother the next day, she was probably too exhausted from the previous night. Cen Zhen slept until 9 AM before waking up, despite having been accustomed to the fixed schedule of the past few months on the set.

Her drowsy mind snapped awake when she saw the time, and she immediately sat up, only to find that Meng Fanchuan was no longer beside her.

Meng Fanchuan was gone.

But at this moment, Cen Zhen couldn’t care less where he went. Just as she was about to get out of bed and put on clothes, she noticed a neat set of clothes placed at the foot of the bed.

She froze for a moment, then suddenly understood something. A knowing smile appeared on her lips as she called Meng Fanchuan. Sure enough, she heard him say on the other end: "I'm having breakfast with Auntie in the restaurant. Have you woken up?"

Cen Zhen hummed in response, "Are you finished eating?"

"Not yet." Meng Fanchuan asked her, "Do you want to come down and eat, or should I bring it to you?"

While changing clothes and brushing her teeth, Cen Zhen said, "I'll be down in a moment."

The call ended, and Xiao Yunqi smiled at Meng Fanchuan. "You really indulge her."

"When you love someone, it's only right to spoil them," Meng Fanchuan replied as he poured tea for Xiao Yunqi. "So, about the question you mentioned earlier, I understand, but please don't worry, it won't happen."

Meng Fanchuan had arrived at Xiao Yunqi's room at 8 AM, knocking on the door on time.

Although he was a rebellious and stubborn person, growing up under strict family rules made him very attentive to the customs of the elders, especially when it came to his future mother-in-law.

He had already reserved a private dining room at the restaurant and had specifically asked the manager to write a menu tailored to the tastes of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions. Even after a chaotic night, Meng Fanchuan had arranged everything for the day with great care.

Xiao Yunqi was very satisfied with this prospective son-in-law, but now that they were sitting face-to-face, some practical issues had to be discussed.

Having raised her daughter alone, Xiao Yunqi didn’t expect much wealth or status for Cen Zhen, but she hoped her daughter would find a man she could trust to take care of her. Meng Fanchuan was indeed a good candidate, but after learning about his prominent family background, Xiao Yunqi had some doubts and concerns.

Having watched too many melodramatic wealthy family dramas, Xiao Yunqi feared that her daughter might end up being a "baby-making machine" or a wife who would have to constantly look after the whims of rich in-laws.

Compared to wealth and status, Xiao Yunqi hoped her daughter could be happy and pursue the things she loved, free from any constraints.

"What about your parents?" Xiao Yunqi asked.

"They like Zhen Zhen more than they like me now." Meng Fanchuan smiled helplessly. "You don’t have to worry about my family. If you set aside the differences you perceive, we’re actually just ordinary people. We have our joys, sorrows, and the people we care about. My parents are the same. You might not believe it, but I haven't spoken much with my father for more than half a year. It was because of Zhen Zhen that our relationship started to thaw."

Xiao Yunqi hadn’t expected that. "Really?"

"Actually, the reason we invited you to Beicheng is that my parents wanted to meet you. Also..." Meng Fanchuan paused slightly. "I have something I need to ask you."

At that moment, Cen Zhen finally arrived at the restaurant. She pushed open the private room door and apologized to Xiao Yunqi, "Sorry, Mom, I overslept."

Xiao Yunqi looked at her daughter's slightly tired appearance and nodded in understanding. "Xiao Meng told me. He drank quite a bit last night, and you took care of him all night."

...

It was indeed "taking care" all night.

Cen Zhen's cheeks flushed slightly as she sat down next to Meng Fanchuan. She caught a glimpse of him calmly drinking tea, his expression completely composed.

When she said she would come down, Meng Fanchuan had already ordered her favorite breakfast. Cen Zhen silently ate, then asked, "What were you two talking about?"

Actually, Xiao Yunqi wanted to ask Meng Fanchuan what he was going to request from her, but before she could speak, Meng Fanchuan had already answered Cen Zhen: "We were discussing inviting Auntie to my house for dinner today."

Cen Zhen: "Huh?"

Since Meng Fanchuan didn’t say anything in front of his daughter, Xiao Yunqi probably understood. She silently smiled to herself, thinking that it would be good to visit the boy's house. Only by seeing his parents and the family environment in person could she truly understand what they were like.

Although she had mentally prepared herself, Xiao Yunqi was still stunned when she stepped into Meng Fanchuan's mansion.

The private helipad with a helicopter, the spacious golf course that was large enough for horse racing, and the artificial lake called "Jiayi Lake" that Meng Fanchuan mentioned. He said it was specially built by his father for his mother because her hometown had a beautiful harbor. His father wanted her to be able to see the beautiful sea every day when she opened the door, but due to the geographical limitations of Beicheng, he spent a fortune to create this shimmering artificial lake.

Generally speaking, when a child has a father who cares for their mother, the child will not turn out badly.But it all depended on seeing the person first — Xiao Yunqi thought silently to herself.

It was the first time meeting her future in-laws, and Meng Songnian and Zhuang Jiayi were very respectful. Not only did they greet them punctually at the door, but when they got out of the car, Zhuang Jiayi even took the initiative to help Xiao Yunqi, saying, "Zhen Zhen's mother, be careful with the steps."

Xiao Yunqi couldn't help but think again. The rumored top-notch wealthy madams didn’t seem as aloof and cold as she had imagined.

Cen Zhen had already eaten at Meng Garden several times, and the servants were already familiar with the habits of this future young mistress. They had prepared her exclusive slippers by the door and took her bag and coat with a respectful, practiced gesture.

Xiao Yunqi remained silent, observing everything quietly. Although she wasn’t from a wealthy family herself, she had taught many children from rich families, so she was quite calm in the face of it. During the meal, Zhuang Jiayi was very considerate of her, often asking if the food suited her taste and saying, "Zhen Zhen doesn’t like spicy food, so every time she comes home, I ask the chef to prepare something different for her."

Or she would urge the kitchen, "Where's Zhen Zhen’s coconut pie? Is it not ready yet?"

Throughout the entire meal, there was not a single mention of her son, and from the conversation, it seemed that this future mother-in-law was already very familiar with Zhen Zhen’s preferences.

Now, to observe the father and son—

When the topic of Meng Fanchuan and the fireworks in Hong Kong came up, the father’s smile carried both disdain and a hint of pride as he said, “He copied his homework.”

Xiao Yunqi didn’t understand, “Copied whose?”

Having heard the story several times already, Cen Zhen smiled and explained to her mother, “Uncle confessed to Auntie this way when he was young.”

For this reason, Meng Songnian often chided Meng Fanchuan, saying, “Can’t you be a little more creative?”

The relationship between father and son had already eased a lot. Occasionally, they would bicker, but it was always warm-hearted, like now, when Meng Fanchuan lazily retorted, “Just wait, sooner or later, you won’t be able to show off anymore.”

The dinner was filled with laughter, and at times, Xiao Yunqi couldn’t help but smile along with their relaxed mood. She finally felt at ease—

At least this family was currently worth an 80 out of 100.

But to her surprise, not long after dinner, Xiao Yunqi gave them a quick score increase.

The large sofa in the living room only had Meng Fanchuan and Cen Zhen sitting on it. From time to time, the two would look up toward the second floor, listening to the music coming from inside.

Meng Fanchuan couldn’t help but sigh, “They really are consistent with this, 365 days without interruption.”

Cen Zhen also broke the silence, “I bet my mom never imagined that coming to Beicheng would still involve taking classes…”

Who would have thought, after hearing Xiao Yunqi mention that she had taught the waltz, Zhuang Jiayi immediately invited her to guide her and her husband. So, after dinner, Xiao Yunqi followed the Meng couple upstairs to their private little ballroom, where she witnessed the affectionate sight of the middle-aged couple dancing.

At that moment, Xiao Yunqi’s score for her daughter’s in-laws shot up.

—

In the following week, Meng Fanchuan and Cen Zhen took Xiao Yunqi around Beicheng, making up for the time they hadn’t spent with her during the New Year. After a week, when Xiao Yunqi returned to Hangzhou, Meng Fanchuan and Cen Zhen also headed back to Hu City.

After the wrap party, Cen Zhen stopped posting on Weibo, and her fans flooded the comment section, urging her to post more updates, until someone posted a news item:

“Sisters, the Mution racing team of Second Master will have a demonstration race on March 29th at the Hu City International Circuit!”

This news was spotted on the sports channel, and on March 29th, there would be an F1 exhibition race at the Hu City International Circuit, with Mution being one of the teams, which Meng Fanchuan had invested in.

“Ahh! Will Zhen Zhen go watch?”

“Of course she’ll go, right? It’s her boyfriend’s career!”

“The Mution team’s grand slam driver is super amazing, definitely worth watching!”

“I’ve bought tickets, hoping to run into them!”

“Ugh, the tickets are so expensive! Anyone going, please livestream it! If you can’t catch Zhen Zhen, at least catch my brother-in-law!”

Meng Fanchuan had indeed been busy preparing for the event during this time.

When the couple returned to their small apartment in Hu City, they didn’t spend their time as the fans imagined, constantly in love. On the contrary, Meng Fanchuan was so busy that they hardly saw him during the day. Cen Zhen heard from Wen Hui that the entire Mution team had arrived in Hu City, including drivers, technicians, engineers, and so on. With hundreds of people involved, the first demonstration at their home turf had many large and complex matters to handle.

But no matter how busy he was, even if he came home late at night, Cen Zhen would always wake up in Meng Fanchuan’s arms the next day.

Sometimes, Cen Zhen would ask him, “What are you so busy with? Is there anything I can help with?”

Meng Fanchuan would reply, “Not for now, but I might need your help on the day of the exhibition race.”

Although Cen Zhen had no idea how she could help with the racing event, she made a mental note of it.

The days passed peacefully, and soon the day of the exhibition race arrived.

F1 wasn’t a mass sport in China yet, but internationally, it was on par with the Olympics in terms of influence. Meng Fanchuan had arranged for a documentary about Mution to be filmed at the spring race in London as promotional material, which had indeed drawn the attention of many young people in China.

However, he never expected that the buzz surrounding his relationship with Cen Zhen would surpass the attention for the race itself. He had thought that the expensive tickets might not sell out in China, but unexpectedly, the event quickly crossed into the entertainment world. Most of Cen Zhen’s fans came to support it because of “brother-in-law,” packing the venue.

Cen Zhen’s fan forum’s hottest post today: “Brother-in-law’s team is having an exhibition race today! Probably going to bump into my sister there, but if not, I’ll settle for running into brother-in-law, haha.”

Of course, Cen Zhen would be there to support Meng Fanchuan. Not only her, but Xiao Yunqi, who lived in Hangzhou, also took the train to Hu City that day to support her son-in-law, and even—

Meng Songnian had temporarily handed the company over to his eldest son and brought his wife and daughter to Hu City.At this moment, Meng Songnian and Zhuang Jiayi were sitting in the paddock club VIP box that Meng Fanchuan had specially arranged for them. This was the best location in the entire racecourse, but since it was indoors, the viewing experience was not as good as that from the stands. Most of the time, they were watching the live broadcast on TV.

But for Meng Songnian, just coming to the racecourse was already a form of deference, let alone going up to the stands, which was absolutely out of the question.

Looking at the racecourse, which was filled with tens of thousands of people, and the event hadn't even started yet, Meng Songnian could already hear the buzzing noise around him and disdainfully said, "If Zhen Zhen didn't ask, I wouldn't have come."

Xiao Yunqi was also sitting in the same VIP box with her future in-laws, smiling as she asked, "I heard from Zhen Zhen that Xiao Meng almost became a professional driver."

Meng Songnian was holding tea in his hands, and even now, he didn’t understand what was so interesting about racing, much like he didn’t understand skiing, which Meng Fanchuan had come to love. Every time he saw in the news that a racer had had an accident, his heart would tighten with worry.

He opposed Meng Fanchuan’s extreme hobbies mainly because of safety concerns. In fact, Meng Songnian understood that his son had compromised. Since he wouldn’t allow him to race, Meng Fanchuan had invested in a racing team, staying in the periphery of the profession without getting personally involved.

Over the years of their standoff, they had actually been making compromises with each other.

Now, with Cen Zhen in the picture, Meng Songnian had come to terms with it. At least his son had someone by his side, and that gave him some peace of mind.

On the other side, Cen Zhen and Meng Wenruo had just taken their seats at the best spot in the stands.

Although she was wearing a hat and a mask, perhaps due to her natural beauty or perhaps because the fans were too sharp-eyed, Cen Zhen was quickly recognized by fans who had come hoping for a chance to meet her. Before the performance had even started, she was already busy with signing autographs and taking photos.

"Help, help! Zhen Zhen really came to the event! Ahhh, she’s so beautiful!"

"Such a cute couple! Who understands the feeling of coming to support your boyfriend?! So sweet!!"

"But Second Master isn’t here, she came with a girl."

"He must be super busy today! His racing team, after all!"

Because she was recognized by fans, Cen Zhen’s every move was almost live-streamed on Weibo.

Meanwhile, Meng Fanchuan was indeed very busy in the racing team's paddock. Engineers were reviewing live data, and the team was preparing for the test runs.

This was an exhibition race being held in Hu City. Although it wasn’t an official grand prix, this event was of great importance. They had secured the maximum amount of sponsorship, and even the Hu City government was giving significant support, with various policies in place to ensure the success of this promotional prelude. The hope was that the International Automobile Federation would bring the F1 Grand Prix back to Hu City next year.

Once everything was ready, Meng Fanchuan temporarily left the paddock and returned to the stands two minutes before the race started, where he found Cen Zhen.

Fans immediately began broadcasting live updates:

"Ahhh! He’s here, he’s here! Second Master actually showed up! So handsome, so handsome!"

"Look at their backs! They’re so perfectly matched!"

"I’m crying tears of envy, take more pictures!"

Cen Zhen was also looking at her fan forum and, embarrassed, said to Meng Fanchuan, "If I go to the restroom now, they’ll probably update it live..."

Meng Fanchuan casually smiled, "Then that’s perfect."

"Perfect for what?" Cen Zhen furrowed her brows in confusion and asked him, "Aren’t you busy? Why did you come over?"

Meng Fanchuan put his arm around her shoulder from behind. "I’ll stay with you for a bit before going back."

Meng Wenruo, sitting next to them, glanced over and said, "Bro, this isn’t a deserted area, can you tone it down a little?"

Cen Zhen smiled as she leaned naturally against Meng Fanchuan’s shoulder, sipping his drink. It seemed that after spending so much time together, she had started to adopt some of his laid-back traits.

The exhibition race soon officially began.

Five planes soared into the sky in perfect formation, leaving behind beautiful trails of colored smoke, giving everyone a thrilling opening. Then, heavy-duty pickup trucks and motorcycles took turns performing stunts, with motorcyclists showcasing various extreme tricks. The GT3 cars drifted and sped wildly right in front of the audience, the screeching sound of tires filling the entire racecourse.

This was Cen Zhen’s first time watching such a performance. She turned to Meng Fanchuan and asked, "What’s that car doing?"

"Donuts Drift," Meng Fanchuan told her, "it’s called donut drifting."

"..." How can such a cute name be associated with something so intense?

In the VIP box on the other side, Meng Songnian frowned as he watched these extreme stunts, choosing not to comment.

After about 20 minutes of warm-up performances, the real show finally began, and that’s when the speed and thrill truly started.

The roar of the engines filled the air as 20 race cars shot out onto the track, nearly instantly. The sight was breathtaking, and before Cen Zhen could react, the colorful cars had already zoomed down the track, faster than lightning.

She was still a little dazed, quickly looking up at the big screen closest to her, trying to spot her husband’s team, "What color is your team? I couldn’t see clearly..."

"Black. I’ll point it out to you later."

Meng Fanchuan finished speaking, thought for a moment, then took a Mution team car model out of his jacket pocket. "It looks like this."

Cen Zhen looked at the cute little car model in surprise. "It’s so cute."

Meng Wenruo saw this and reached over to his brother, saying, "Bro, I want one too."

Meng Fanchuan replied, "Less talking during the performance."

"...?"The 20 race cars from the ten teams began their rounds of exciting exhibition performances on the track. The cheers of the fans and the sound of sparks flying filled the air, making it incredibly loud, but Cen Zhen felt her blood boiling with excitement.

She began to understand why Meng Fanchuan loved this sport. When the cars whizzed by her at high speed, when the crowd around her stood up and cheered, and when the entire racecourse seemed to be ignited, she could truly feel the vibrant and explosive energy—just like the freedom and wildness within Meng Fanchuan’s heart. They raced against the wind, their hearts filled with passion and faith.

As the event neared its end, Meng Fanchuan suddenly asked Cen Zhen, “How’s your heart?”

Cen Zhen thought he was asking if the noise had made her uncomfortable and replied, “I’m fine, probably because I’ve spent so much time in your sports car. It’s a kind of training.”

Meng Fanchuan nodded, then stood up to leave. “The finale’s coming soon. I’ll go prepare for it.”

Hearing that the finale was about to start, Cen Zhen grabbed his arm and asked, “Didn't you say you needed my help today? Do you still need it?”

Meng Fanchuan pointed to the mini racing car in her hand and said, “Bring this down later.”

“…?”

“Down?”

“Where to?”

Cen Zhen was confused, but before she could ask further, Meng Fanchuan had already left the stands. She could only continue watching the race. The previous round of shows had just ended, and the teams were resting while a singer was performing during the intermission.

After the song ended, it seemed the teams were ready, and the final show was about to begin.

The finale performance involved all the teams driving around the track a few more times, as a farewell to the audience. Cen Zhen held the mini racing car in her hand, her eyes fixed on the Mution team’s cars on the track.

The black cars, the same as the one in her hand, looked low-key amidst the bright red and orange racing cars, but they had their own cool, understated appeal.

Meng Fanchuan hadn’t fully explained what he meant earlier, and just as the show was nearing its end, Cen Zhen took out her phone to send him a message, wanting to ask what kind of help he needed. But just as she was typing, a wave of loud screams suddenly erupted around her.

She instinctively looked up, thinking it was the audience’s unwillingness to say goodbye to the performance. But as she was about to return to her phone, she heard someone shouting her name amidst the chaos of the screams.

At that moment, Meng Wenruo, who had been sitting next to her, seemed to realize something and stood up, taking off his sunglasses, muttering in disbelief, “Damn…”

Cen Zhen then realized something was off, and she raised her gaze again.

She tried to figure out what everyone was screaming about. As her eyes landed on the track, she finally saw—every single one of the cars passing by was the same color—

All of them were Mution cars?

Was everyone screaming about this?

“They look so cool, sis-in-law!” Meng Wenruo said excitedly beside her.

As the cars drove further along the track, Cen Zhen could vaguely see something trailing behind each of them. She couldn’t make it out, but she noticed the leading Mution car speeding fast, continuously accelerating in a straight line, racing wildly in the wind.

Then, the sound around her erupted again—

Meng Wenruo immediately grabbed Cen Zhen’s sleeve and said, “Sis-in-law, look at the big screen!”

The Shanghai International Circuit had six large screens positioned in different parts of the venue to live-stream the race, so those in poor seats could still watch the event. At that moment, one of the big screens, which had just been showing the farewell performance, suddenly displayed a line of letters:

“DearZhen”

Following the rhythm of the race, the words changed shapes on the screen.

Cen Zhen froze, her heartbeat seeming to match the speed of the race, suddenly quick and heavy, pounding in her chest. She could barely understand what was happening, but as the ten or more race cars raced past her again, she finally saw clearly—

Each of the black Mution cars had a deep blue ribbon attached to their rear spoilers, and each ribbon was emblazoned with the words "DearZhen," flowing in the wind like a romantic and high-energy confession.

Who was "DearZhen"? Perhaps the people in the racing world didn’t know, but there were so many of Cen Zhen’s fans at the scene. One person explained it, and then ten others did, until everyone at the event knew the name.

This was also the first time such a scene had happened at the Shanghai International Circuit. The dozen or so cars didn’t compete head-to-head, but instead, they all drove in perfect unison, their cold, sleek lines softened by the splash of blue on their spoilers.

After two full laps around the track at high speed, all the cars finally slowed down and stopped at a certain area of the stands.

The leading car stopped in the middle, with the rest of the cars in formation behind it.

All the vehicles were directly facing Cen Zhen, who sat in the front row. The sudden heat wave from the scene had made her feel a bit dizzy, and now, as all the cars stopped right in front of her, she felt even more at a loss.

It wasn’t until the door of the leading car opened—

The person inside stepped out and leaned casually against the car, removing their helmet.

At the same time, Meng Songnian, who was drinking tea in the VIP box, nearly spat out his tea when he saw the broadcast on TV.

Cen Zhen didn’t know when Meng Fanchuan had changed into his black racing suit, nor did she understand why he was suddenly here. But as their gazes met, and as the wave of disbelief turned into joy, a surge of emotions spread through her, and she immediately turned and ran down the stands.

She knew he was waiting for her.

There was a mesh net separating the stands from the track, so normally, it wasn’t easy to pass through. But—today was an exception, as everything had been planned in advance.

The people waiting below pointed out the path for Cen Zhen, and she jogged over to Meng Fanchuan, still catching her breath, but unable to hide the excitement in her eyes. “How did you…”

Meng Fanchuan lightly raised the corner of his lips. “I told you I needed your help.”Cen Zhen didn’t know how she could help Meng Fanchuan in this situation. She knew nothing about racing, and was both excited and a little nervous. “...What can I help you with?”

To her surprise, Meng Fanchuan smiled down at her, reached into the pocket of his racing suit, and pulled out a pink piece of paper, handing it to Cen Zhen.

It was a fortune slip.

A fortune from the God of Matchmaking, the 25th slip, the best fortune—“Suitable to be a wife.”

It was the first time Meng Fanchuan had ever sought divine guidance, and he was grateful that the heavens had given him the answer he most desired.

“I asked the God of Matchmaking in Huang Daxian’s temple whether I could marry you, and the fortune told me that you are a great partner. It says that a good marriage is already set, and that we will always be in love and grow old together.”

Cen Zhen: “...”

“So, Miss Cen, please do me a favor and help me make this a good thing.”

Meng Fanchuan said this, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, speaking gently, “Marry me.”

The sound of the crowd reached a peak, almost shattering Cen Zhen’s eardrums.

Because everyone had seen, just moments ago, that the six large screens in the racecourse, which were broadcasting to tens of thousands of spectators, after the words “DearZhen” appeared, now showed another line:

“MarryMe”

Cen Zhen’s related social media posts were rapidly increasing in comments:

“Girls, I’m going crazy!! I’m really losing it!”

“Second Young Master personally drove with the sister’s name around the track two laps, then stopped in front of her to propose!!”

“The ribbon even uses Zhen Zhen’s fan support color, Capri Blue, so well done!!”

“It’s obvious he will always support his wife’s career!”

“The crowd is going wild!! What a marriage proposal at a racing event, oh my god, help!!!”

“Twelve Mution cars, okay, this must have been coordinated with other teams’ drivers... so cool.”

“I’m at the scene, my throat is already sore from shouting!”

“Who understands? The Second Young Master in his racing suit, kneeling on one knee... so handsome!!”

In the VIP box, Zhuang Jiayi smiled while looking out the window at her son and reminded Meng Songnian, “It seems like our son is surpassing you.”

Meng Songnian hummed dismissively, pretending to drink tea while his eyes kept glancing at the TV. Deep inside, he silently acknowledged—this brat really knows what he’s doing.

Compared to the Meng couple, Xiao Yunqi was much calmer. After all, back when they were in Beicheng, Meng Fanchuan had personally requested her help, hoping to have a chance to care for Cen Zhen. So, seeing her future son-in-law’s actions now, she watched with satisfaction in her heart.

The high-energy racing performance and the unexpected marriage proposal had everyone willing to join in, becoming a witness to a rare moment of happiness.

Actually, when Cen Zhen saw the ribbons and the coordination with the large screens, she had already guessed what was going on. But when the man really knelt before her, she still couldn’t control the tears in her eyes.

It was too sudden, but at the same time, it felt inevitable.

Of course, she would marry him. She could only marry him.

She just didn’t expect him to propose in such a grand yet very “Meng Fanchuan” way.

In front of tens of thousands of people, Cen Zhen didn’t want him to stay kneeling. She wanted to cry but desperately held it back, softly asking, “...Where’s the ring?”

“It’s in your hand.” Meng Fanchuan pointed to the mini racing car she was holding. “Open it.”

Cen Zhen froze, looking down at the small racing car in her hand. She had thought it was just a model, but now she realized the car seat could be opened from the top.

She reached inside, and to her surprise, she actually felt a diamond ring.

Meng Fanchuan took the ring from her hand, looking at her seriously again as he said:

“Miss Cen, will you marry me?”

All the cameras that had been focusing on the race drivers now shifted to Cen Zhen, and the Mution team’s owner proposing on-site was likely a hot topic for foreign media as well.

Cen Zhen couldn’t hold back the tears anymore, but she was smiling through them. The tears slid down to the corners of her mouth as she nodded and reached out her hand to the man in front of her.

A foreign reporter who was filming Cen Zhen up close, probably doing a live broadcast, excitedly shouted into the camera: “Oh my god! She said yes!!!”

Cen Zhen’s social media was also updating with the latest news:

“Aaaahhh, she said yes!!”

“She’s wearing the ring!!!”

“Aaaahhh, they hugged!!”

“Hahaha, what a huge diamond, it’s blinding me!!”

“Wuwuwuwu, Zhen Zhen must be so happy!”"So romantic, I’m crying."

...

Cen Zhen, of course, also thought it was romantic.

Every little thing about being with Meng Fanchuan was romantic, from their first meeting to getting to know each other, and then to the grand proposal that night. The world he gave her had always been so passionate.

When Meng Fanchuan put the ring on Cen Zhen’s finger, he said, "You shine as you wish, I will always be behind you."

That was his promise for the future, just like when he first appeared in Cen Zhen’s life—she looked up, and he was right there in front of her.

This life is so long, and they haven’t even begun to enjoy it fully.

They would keep loving, loving for a long time.