Chapter 1, The Wind-Chasing Youth

"Shut up!" Fang Wen shouted, and the serenade in the main room immediately fell silent. Fang Wen swayed over to Secretary Lin, looking up at the beautiful woman who was half a head taller than him. In a strange tone, he said, "From now on, mind your own damn business. It's the middle of the night, and you're wandering around in a white dress like a ghost. Are you filming a horror movie? Look at you, what era is it? Why are you still wearing such outdated clothes? Do you have any sense of fashion at all?"

The blond young man and several of his assistants simultaneously rolled their eyes, furiously extending their middle fingers towards Fang Wen, and shouted, "Damn it!"

Sister, I beg you, I won't be going home today. Can you please leave quickly?

The dark road is desolate, with tall and slender utility poles standing lonely by the roadside. The distance between them is fixed, and any two poles will never stand together.

Fang Wenle happily counted the cash, tossed all the bills onto the passenger seat, waved cheerfully at the young man with golden hair, and got into the car ready to leave

I am more than half a year older than you, yet look at how over the past decade, I have grown a head shorter than you!

Two servants walked in carrying a large pile of cash, just as Fang Zishan, who was in a fit of rage, saw them. Fang Zishan's face turned pale with anger as he shouted, "Have you been racing and gambling again? Do you think my Fang family lacks this little bit of money? What exactly do you want to do? You little beast!"

The red taillights of the leading Mercedes sports car flashed continuously, while all the sports cars increased their horsepower, with tires screeching against the ground, and thick black smoke billowing up

A young man with a seven-colored rainbow comb on his head heavily draped his arm around Fang Wen's shoulder, blew a smoke ring towards his face, and said with a smile: "Young Master Fang's gambling skills are beyond reproach. However, this is not just about money. If your father finds out that you are secretly racing... if you were to cough up blood again..."

Secretary Lin's face turned as cold as ice. She said dryly: "President Fang has been busy all night, this is prepared for President Fang..."

Fang Wen was mumbling to himself, his emaciated and withered body curled tightly into a ball, shaking violently as he stared blankly at the girl standing motionless at the door. His body trembled severely, the joints within clashing against each other, producing a terrifying "crackling" sound. His face, flushed with excitement from the reckless driving, gradually returned to an abnormal bluish-green.

Fang Wen did not know how long he had been waiting, when the young girl finally walked through the gate

Laughing with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with excitement, he approached the oil barrel placed on the ground, hurriedly rubbing his hands together, and said with a smile: "I am the only one who has reached the finish line. How much should I have in this betting pool? Spending money that I earned myself is the most comfortable! Ah, how delightful! Tomorrow, I will treat everyone." He patted his chest vigorously, producing the hollow sound of bones clashing against each other. How delightful! Tomorrow, I will treat everyone." He patted his chest vigorously again, producing the hollow sound of bones clashing against each other.

I have nearly bled to death several times while speeding. I am living day by day, so why are you clinging to me?

Fang Wen instantly pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the powerful engine of the sports car emitted a tremendous thrust as it sped forward. A hint of mad delight appeared on Fang Wen's almost skeletal face as he shouted, fully focused on maneuvering the car. With a few adjustments, he had already surpassed the two sports cars ahead. As he overtook them, Fang Wen maliciously gestured a middle finger at the two drivers. The two young men, infuriated, shouted in anger and immediately increased their speed, racing wildly through the sparse midnight traffic, closely tailing Fang Wen.

The young man with white hair jumped up excitedly, shouted a few times, then made a face at a police car speeding towards him, nimbly darting into the shadow by the roadside

Standing at less than 1.6 meters tall, thin and emaciated like a skeleton, he seemed as if a gust of wind could knock him over. His face displayed an abnormal greenish hue, and he struggled to carry a laptop bag as he moved to the side of an oil drum, tossing the cash from the bag into the drum. He gasped and shouted: "400,000, I bet on myself"

The young woman, Secretary Lin, paused for a moment, her smile vanishing as if by magic, replaced by a gaunt expression. She turned around, casting a glance at Fang Wen with her phoenix-like eyes, and a formulaic smile appeared on her expressionless face: "Young Master, you have returned? Just now, Miss Wenwen..."

Fang Wenxi smiled cheekily and said: "Late-night snack? How much Viagra did you add in there? My old man at home can't handle this kind of torment!"

A gentle breeze blew, and the silk scarf in the hand of the silver-haired youth suddenly slipped away, slowly falling to the ground as a dozen sports cars simultaneously surged forward at high speed

Uh! Fang Wen was lost in thought for a moment, then suddenly pushed away the hand of the golden-haired young man resting on her car window, and muttered sullenly: "Mind your own business. You go rescue someone instead."

You are standing here, how am I supposed to go home and sleep

Fang Wen let out a sharp laugh of "gaga" as he rushed ahead, being the first to reach the finish line—a secluded little side road. The blonde youth stared blankly as Fang Wen's solitary vehicle came rushing over, shouting angrily: "Fang Wen, where are the others? Hey, hey, you aren't cheating, are you? Huh? Where are the others?"

What exactly do you want to do standing there

Instinctively reaching out to touch the cross, Fang Wen's sharp, monkey-like face revealed a rather ugly smile that was both sorrowful and joyful.

The young man with blonde hair leaned out of the car window and shouted: "Fellow citizens, follow the rules yourselves, I will wait for you at the destination! I wish you good luck, and oh, those who get caught by the police, you must pay for us to have tea!"

Fang Wen was bewildered as he drove along the road for quite some time. After crossing a large part of Beijing, he turned around a few street corners and parked the car in a dim corner by the roadside. This was a tree-lined avenue, leading to a light red gate, where a tall girl stood at the entrance. With her hands clasped behind her back, she stared blankly at a tall phoenix tree in front of the gate. The light from inside illuminated the tree, casting a warm yellow glow over it, creating a cozy halo around the girl. With her hands clasped behind her back, she stared blankly at a tall phoenix tree in front of the gate. The light from inside illuminated the tree, casting a warm yellow glow over it, creating a cozy halo around the girl.

the year 2015

Aren't you leaving yet

Fang Wen let out a few breaths, stretched out his arms to embrace a large pile of cash, and with great satisfaction took a deep breath of the unique scent of the somewhat new yet not old bills, intoxicatedly saying: "The feeling of earning money myself is truly wonderful. Ah, especially when speeding, you have no idea, that feeling is amazing. It's as if the wind is passing through my bones."

In his dream, he saw Secretary Lin's charming face, resembling a peach blossom.

A young man with blonde hair was rapidly recording the betting amounts being tossed into the oil drum, while shouting loudly: "Last five minutes! Last five minutes! Fellow citizens who still have pocket money this month, throw all your pocket money in! Hurry, last five minutes, the police will be arriving soon!"

The main door of the house swung open, and a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, in his forties and in the prime of his life, with a robust and strong physique, strode out. He glared at Fang Wen and shouted loudly: "Where have you been? Wenwen waited all night for you, where have you been? Your phone was unreachable, and you returned home only to stir up trouble! What exactly do you want to do?" This man was none other than Fang Wen's biological father—Fang Zishan

That night, perhaps due to a hallucination, Fang Wen always felt that he heard some strange sounds coming from the main room in a hazy state.

The golden-haired youth blinked and suddenly rushed to Fang Wen's car, grabbing his window and shouting: "Hey, I said Fang Wen, Wenwen is going to Vienna tomorrow. Why have you been avoiding her these days and just hanging around the library?"

His lips moved slightly as Fang Wen started the car, which sluggishly rolled out, lacking the wild momentum it had just shown during the reckless driving.

The police cars that followed have now turned into six, surrounding the more than ten racing cars completely. A dozen patrol officers, their faces pale with anger, rushed out furiously.

The young man with a rainbow-colored comb on his head looked up to the sky and shouted in anger: "Fang Wen! Fuck! You are getting crazier! From now on, you are strictly prohibited from participating in the competition! You may not care about your life, but we still value ours!" All the air sacs around his body inflated, and a large bump appeared on his forehead, resembling a tumor on the head of a white goose

Fang Wen immediately called out, "Secretary Lin."

After a while, a black sedan slowly drove out and turned at a distance of about fifty meters from Fang Wen.

What exactly do you want to do? You are going to Vienna tomorrow, so why are you standing at my door today?

The acrid smoke of the cigar made Fang Wen cough violently several times, and he angrily said, "What are you all doing about that old man?"

In a fit of anger, he kicked the oil drum hard, and Fang Wen suddenly jumped up, clutching his toes in pain, gasping for air. The group of young men laughed uncontrollably, and the youth with the rainbow-colored mohawk patted Fang Wen's shoulder vigorously, cheerfully saying: "Alright, if you’re not afraid of Old Master Fang finding out, and you’re not afraid of death, what do we have to fear? Brothers, let’s go! There are only two minutes left before the police patrol car arrives."

At 1:00 AM, at an entrance to a highway on the Third Ring Road in Beijing, several sports cars adorned with bizarre and eye-catching color patterns were parked by the roadside. A group of young people with brightly dyed hair were gathered around an empty oil drum, continuously shouting greetings related to genitalia, laughing and carelessly tossing bundles of cash into the drum.

What are you doing standing here

"What is a midnight snack?" Fang Wen suddenly knocked over the tray, and a steaming bowl of sashimi porridge spilled all over Secretary Lin, causing him to let out a painful cry of 'ouch'.

"Damn it, the old fool." Fang Wen muttered under his breath. Just as he was about to turn back to his room, he suddenly noticed a young woman in a light blue qipao walking down the corridor to the west. She was carrying a tray and stepping lightly, her face beaming with a smile as she headed towards the main room

Sighing lazily, Fang Wen raised his head to look at his father, who was half a head taller than him, and coldly remarked, "A little beast is also raised by an old beast. I won't spend your money! Damn it!" He casually gestured a middle finger at Secretary Lin, accompanied by a chilling smile, and slowly sauntered into his own room

The golden retriever youth spread his hands and, watching Fang Wen walk away, murmured softly: "Why bother? Why suffer? Wenwen doesn't mind you at all, Fang Wen, you bastard."

The engine roared, and everyone simultaneously let out strange cries. The deafening heavy metal music blared, and the street was instantly filled with a thick haze. Several vehicles approaching from behind stopped at a distance, and it was evident that the drivers inside were already dialing the police.

Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday! But have you ever seen a man who is almost eighteen and still cannot achieve an erection?

His body suddenly trembled, a strange sensation he had never experienced before jolting him awake from his dream

The young man with golden hair weakly counted the gambling winnings that Fang Wenqing should receive, muttering: "Damn it, crazy guy, you Fang Wen is just a lunatic. Damn, if you let me compete again next time, I’ll be the one supporting you. If your old man Fang finds out, I’ll get scolded too, why bother? Why suffer?"

Breathless, Fang Wen emerged from the car, his face flushed abnormally, and his body trembled slightly. He exclaimed with a sense of glee: "If all goes well, they have all been invited by the police for tea. Hehehe, you are the banker, so it all depends on you to get them out of this situation."

Gradually, Fang Wen's trembling body slowly came to a halt. He lazily and weakly started the vehicle and drove towards the end of the road

I remember that I haven't done anything to you, right? I haven't fully developed yet, so I can't do anything to you!

An angry reprimand suddenly echoed through the room: "Little beast! What did you say?"

Fang Zishan clenched his fists tightly, trembling all over as he looked at Fang Wen's thin and short figure. After a long while, he finally managed to suppress the anger that surged in his heart.

Goodbye, I have endured eighteen years of childhood

Secretary Lin cautiously relaxed her hand that was covering her chest, lowered her voice, and said with a submissive demeanor: "General Manager Fang, I am sorry, it is my fault..."

The van suddenly started, executing a nimble maneuver that was entirely incongruous with its bulky form, swerving to turn around. It swayed left and right, leaving a large S-shaped trajectory on the road, and then sped away along the street

With a sharp-nosed, monkey-faced grin, Fang Wen "Ga Ga" laughed, kicked the oil drum hard, and shouted, "When have I ever lost money and defaulted on my debts?"

A dozen or so sports cars entered the Third Ring Road in succession, forming three dense horizontal rows. A young man with white hair ran to the roadside, holding a silk scarf high in one hand

At the entrance, he abandoned the sports car and coldly instructed the two servants waiting at the door to carry the large pile of cash into his room. Fang Wen swayed his body, staggering east and west, and made his way to the inner courtyard. He instinctively glanced towards the main room of the inner courtyard. The room was brightly lit, and the faint sound of a cheerful serenade could be heard.

Fang Wen laughed heartily, his frail heart beating violently within his weak body. A strange flush appeared on his pale green face as he shouted loudly, cursing and berating with fervor. A wild spirit shone in his small eyes as he skillfully maneuvered the sports car, quickly surpassing all the young men racing against him.

The young man with a rainbow-colored comb on his head shouted angrily, "Fang Wen, are you really going all out? Do you really need this little pocket money?"

Fang Wen murmured softly, "Goodbye, Wenwen." He stared blankly at the street corner where the car had turned for a long time, a long time.

Secretary Lin was suddenly taken aback, staring blankly at Fang Wen, her face alternating between pale and flushed, unable to speak for a long time.

With a forceful slap on Fang Wen's chest, the golden-haired youth scolded, "Nonsense! You are as thin as a skeleton soldier; the wind could blow you away. Go away, don't be an eyesore in front of me. I still have to ask my uncle to bail out all the brothers! God, I got caught with more than ten people this time—how am I going to face this?" The golden-haired youth was on the verge of tears.

Fang Zishan shook his head, waved his hand, gently patted Secretary Lin's shoulder, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with you. It is Fang Wen who... he... he... he..."

A heavy kick struck the oil drum, and the golden-haired youth suddenly howled, "Damn it, Fang Wen! We pulled out more than ten people at once! If my family finds out I'm gambling again, they'll ground me! Damn it!"

A group of young people ran towards the sports car parked by the roadside. Fang Wen called out several times and hurriedly limped towards a Maserati that was originally black but had been spray-painted with countless bizarre stripes. The blonde youth quickly called over a few assistants to lift a barrel filled with cash onto a modified van, and he himself hurriedly climbed into the driver's seat

With a loud crash, Fang Wen's sports car sped past a taxi, knocking its side mirror far away. The door of the taxi was also dented, and a large amount of glass shards were lifted by the gust created by the sports car. The taxi twisted wildly on the road before suddenly stalling in the middle of the street. A dozen sports cars behind hurriedly slammed on their brakes, the screeching sound of tires grinding against the pavement filled the air, and the cars collided into a chaotic pile-up.

The rowdy youths fell silent simultaneously. The blonde young man recording the bets scratched his head with a wry smile and said helplessly, "Fang Wen, can you do it or not?"