amaotonovel Chapter 543 Mom's Car, Assembled by Hand
Chapter 543 Mom's Car, Assembled by Hand
As Xi Cheng watched the two princes approach, their expressions remained largely unchanged.
Once he stood in front of Wen Tingye and Ning Yao, Xi Cheng silently approached Ning Yao, secretly clenching his fists, ready to be the first to rush up and protect his boss should the two young masters act impulsively.
Ning Moran took the initiative to stand in front of Wen Tingye, her handsome eyes fixed on the man who was several centimeters taller than her.
Xi Cheng was both excited and nervous. He was excited because the Crown Prince was finally going to teach that pretty boy a lesson, but he was nervous about the safety of his boss.
Just as Xi Cheng and Yan Yan were about to glare at each other, Ning Mo spoke up.
"Dad." The boy's voice was warm but carried a hint of coolness, and his voice was somewhat similar to Ning Yao's.
Ning Chen, standing beside Ning Moran, also called out, his voice low but his attitude respectful.
The two princes made their statements one after the other, and Xi Cheng and Yan Yan, who were watching from the side, were so panicked that they almost popped their eyes out on the spot.
How could that be? Why would these two young masters call that pretty boy "father"?
Could it be that the big boss married an old man who is no longer alive?
Even so, how could the Crown Prince be so humble and respectful to this pretty boy?
Xi Cheng and Yan Yan exchanged a glance, undoubtedly noticing the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Not only Xi Cheng and Yan Yan, but everyone else around them gasped in astonishment when they heard that the two nineteen-year-old boys were calling Wen Tingye "Dad" and the big boss "Mom."
I never expected that their boss would have such a big son at such a young age. The relationship is so complicated, I can't figure it out.
Even after Ning Yao and her family left the venue chatting and laughing, the club members were still in a daze.
Yan Yan tugged at Xi Cheng's sleeve: "Master, did I hear that right? Those two boys actually called that man 'Dad'? They don't look like father and son at all, more like brothers. How could they be father and son? Do you think they're even related?"
"You know what I'm talking about, I have eyes too." Xi Cheng rolled his eyes at his apprentice, annoyed.
"Perhaps he takes good care of himself. Although the man looks like he's in his late twenties or early thirties, who knows how old he actually is? We didn't see his ID card."
As he spoke, Xi Cheng seemed to suddenly realize something.
Yes, there are records to check. Everyone who enters their club has to register at the front desk. Go and check that pretty boy's information, and you'll know.
The trainee sprinted out, and Yan Yan followed him eagerly, shouting, "Master, wait for me!"
"Wen Tingye? Born in 1987? No way, really that young?" Xi Cheng pulled up Wen Tingye's entry and exit records on the computer and exclaimed in surprise after learning his ID number.
How is that possible? He was born in 1987 and is only 34 years old now. Those two boys must be at least 18 years old. Could it be that Wen Tingye had a child with a woman when he was 15 or 16? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Judging from their boss's even younger age, probably only in his early twenties, he's only two or three years younger than those two guys, making it even more impossible.
How exactly did this family come together?
Countless question marks popped into Xi Cheng's head, and his apprentice Yan Yan was also puzzled.
At this moment, Ning Yao was having a great time with her two sons on the track, and she didn't care what others were thinking.
Ning Chen's driving skills are beyond question. He was the champion of the Formula One Championship in his timeline, and this kind of difficult track is simply child's play for him.
Ning Yao knew that her son had participated in competitions, so she was mentally prepared for Ning Chen's skills and was not surprised.
To her surprise, Wen Tingye was, according to her professional assessment, absolutely qualified to participate in professional racing.
Could this guy also be using a disguise?
Thinking of this, Ning Yao glanced at the other race car beside her, where Wen Tingye was sitting wearing a helmet.
The helmet originally obstructed his vision, so Wen Tingye shouldn't have been able to see that someone was looking at him.
But just a moment after Ning Yao looked over, Wen Tingye suddenly turned his gaze towards her, and the two looked at each other through their helmets.
Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow at Ning Yao, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His expression clearly said: "Trying to spy on me, huh? Got caught red-handed, didn't you?"
Ning Yao didn't care about anything else, slightly raised her chin, and looked at it openly.
Her expression clearly conveyed to Wen Tingye: So what if I looked? Is it illegal to look at my man?
Wen Tingye's eyes burned for a moment, but he quickly concealed them as their son happened to walk between them.
Ning Moran drove his race car leisurely to his mother's side, a rare look of excitement on his face.
"Mom, I can drive a race car now, and it's quite fun."
"If you like, Mom can teach you step by step." Ning Yao smiled and made a 'you're great' gesture.
"Okay, it's settled then. If you come to the club, please let me know." Ning Moran was very happy, with a gentle smile.
"No problem." Ning Yao readily agreed; her son loved racing, and she couldn't be happier.
It's great that a mother and son can share the same hobbies, which gives them more topics to talk about.
"I'll go rest for a while." Ning Moran had run several laps and was really tired. His physical fitness and sense of balance were not as good as his parents' and brother's.
"Go ahead, there are drinks over there at the bar. Order whatever you want, just put it on Mom's tab," Ning Yao instructed, while raising her arm to point in a direction for her son.
That's the recreational area of the racing club, with restaurants and food options.
Ning responded silently and quickly drove the car to the parking lot outside the rest area. After getting out of the car, the first thing he did was take pictures.
A photo of him with his mother at her club and at the race car, with the racetrack in the background.
He could tell at a glance that the racetracks and the club's decor were designed by his mother.
These are all things that must be recorded. Ning Moran has always been very attentive to Ning Yao's works. Whether his mother won an award or not, as long as he knows about them, he will leave his mark in his own way. These are all displays of his mother's hard work and achievements.
Ning Moran's photography skills are quite good; she blends herself with the objects and scenes she wants to photograph, resulting in beautiful compositions.
Ning Moran selected a few photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments. She also took the opportunity to promote her mother's club within her biotechnology circle, writing concise and elegant captions.
[Mom's racing club! The track was so much fun, the whole family had a blast!]
After sending the message, Ning Moran ignored it and went straight to the bar to order a drink.
Little did he know that Wen Aixiu would soon see the post he made on his WeChat Moments.
Wen Aixiu did not add Ning Moran and Ning Chen on WeChat, but their housekeeper did.
Under pressure from Wen Aixiu, whenever Ning Chen and Ning Moran posted on their WeChat Moments, the housekeeper would immediately forward any post that might be related to Ning Yao to his young master.
After seeing the content, the little kid's face immediately darkened, and his little mouth pouted up. He was no longer the indifferent poker face he used to be.
The boy secretly pulled his child's phone out of his pocket and made a call to his driver.
After instructing the driver, Wen Aixiu glanced at the teacher on the podium, seized an opportunity, and fled out the door at an absurdly fast speed.
How could it not be fast?
His mother was about to be taken away by that bastard Ning Moran, how could he possibly be in the mood to stay at school? He couldn't sit still for even a second!