The Affectionate Backup is a Heartthrob [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Affectionate Stand-in is Coveted (12)

Wen Zhe followed Jiang Han back into the rest area, triggering Jiang Han’s impatience. “What are you following me in for now?”

Wen Zhe said very good-temperedly, “I’ll just stand by the door, I won’t go further in.”

The moment the two pushed open the main door, they saw Ye Baihuai staring straight at the entrance. The doorway was filled with other racing personnel, making Ye Baihuai look very out of place there.

The moment Jiang Han saw him, he subconsciously pulled his cuff downward. Ye Baihuai caught the glimpse and then said, “Jiang Han, I’m heading to the spectator stands.”

Jiang Han walked over and patted his shoulder. “Go ahead, take Wen Zhe with you.”

Wen Zhe didn’t walk inside; he just watched him from the door. Ye Baihuai glanced at him. “Fine, I’m going.”

With that, Ye Baihuai walked over. He had a tall and sturdy build; even without his suit, his aura remained powerful. “Let’s go.”

Wen Zhe’s gaze moved reluctantly away from Jiang Han. He really liked the way Jiang Han looked in a racing suit. If it weren’t for Jiang Han forbidding him from taking photos, he would definitely have taken one as a souvenir.

Ye Baihuai’s face was tense. He turned and walked out, the door closing with a “bang” that startled Wen Zhe. He reopened the door and walked out.

He saw that Ye Baihuai had already walked quite a distance. He was striding along, with absolutely no intention of waiting for him.

Wen Zhe followed silently behind, sighing at the same time. Being a “love-brain” in love with someone who loved someone else was simply too terrifying; there was a possibility of being fainted by anger at any moment.

He looked at Ye Baihuai’s back; the body proportions were superb. Motorcycle suits were naturally relatively short, so at a glance, those long legs were exceptionally prominent.

While he was staring intently, the figure in front suddenly stopped. Looking at his back, Wen Zhe felt he looked huffy.

After stopping for about ten seconds, he suddenly turned around and strode toward him. Wen Zhe was startled. In a few steps, he was right in front of him. Looking at his tense face, Wen Zhe was about to ask “what’s wrong” when he saw Ye Baihuai grab his wrist. Wen Zhe froze and tried to pull back, but Ye Baihuai held him tightly.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a section of snowy-white wrist that was completely empty. A muscle in Ye Baihuai’s cheek twitched slightly, and his expression turned as dark as water. “Where is the hand-string?”

Wen Zhe was still trying to pull back his wrist. He felt that Ye Baihuai’s current aura was too intimidating, and it also made him feel inexplicably guilty.

Wen Zhe’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked at Ye Baihuai without speaking. Reason told him it was best not to tell him the truth right now.

“You gave it to Jiang Han, didn’t you?” Ye Baihuai said almost through gritted teeth.

Only then did Wen Zhe nod and give a soft “mm.”

Ye Baihuai closed his eyes in anger. He naturally knew that the hand-string held special meaning for Wen Zhe and was exceptionally precious; the words said at the restaurant that day about the hand-string were still fresh in his memory, which was why he couldn’t control his anger now.

In the end, Ye Baihuai let go of Wen Zhe’s hand. “I really don’t know what to say about you. Do you dare to make a bet with me?”

Wen Zhe rubbed his wrist, which was aching from being squeezed, and asked, “Bet on what?”

“I bet that the hand-string you gave Jiang Han, he won’t wear it for even a day,” Ye Baihuai said with certainty.

Wen Zhe was naturally unconvinced. “How is that possible? I personally put it on him, and he said he would wear it.”

“Then do you dare to bet?” Ye Baihuai looked straight at him.

With the “love-brain” taking over, what didn’t he dare to bet? Wen Zhe said, “Fine, what are we betting?”

A smile curled at the corner of Ye Baihuai’s mouth. “If I win, you have to go on a date with me.”

Wen Zhe: “…”

If that were the case, he might as well just go on a date with him directly. The hand-string on Jiang Han’s hand was destined to be taken off; he knew it in his heart.

“Can we change the stakes?” Wen Zhe asked. Facing this stake, he would naturally hesitate.

“You don’t dare? Weren’t you very certain?” Ye Baihuai asked.

Wen Zhe felt that he was being handled by Ye Baihuai. He had so much confidence in Jiang Han that he naturally couldn’t disagree.

So he could only bite the bullet and agree. “Fine. Then if you lose, stop pestering me.”

“Pestering you? You say I’m pestering you!” Ye Baihuai’s face turned red with anger, his chest heaving. Looking at the snowy-white face in front of him, he had a strong urge to take a bite out of it.

Wen Zhe looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be grinding his teeth to bite him. He looked as if he had suffered a great humiliation. It was hard to imagine that his initial impression of him was of a gentlemanly, mature, abstinent, and cold man.

Actually, Wen Zhe also felt that what he said was a bit too much; Ye Baihuai hadn’t really caused him trouble. “Then let me rephrase it stop thinking about snatching someone else’s love.”

Hearing this, Ye Baihuai’s breathing finally smoothed out a bit. “Fine, it’s a deal.”

By the time they reached the racetrack, the competition was about to begin. Having family tickets, they went to the inner circle. The spectator stands were on a platform, while the inner circle was only half a meter higher than the track, allowing them to be much closer to the race than the audience.

Wen Zhe leaned against the railing, looking out at the massive racetrack. Soon, the racers appeared, driving their cars onto the field, then getting out to greet the audience.

Immediately, a wave of cheers erupted in the venue. He saw Jiang Han and waved his hand vigorously toward that direction. Ye Baihuai, beside him, couldn’t be bothered to look.

“Let’s go, let’s walk over there.” Wen Zhe reached back and pulled Ye Baihuai.

The inner circle formed a ring around the field and wasn’t crowded, so they could move around freely. He wanted to be closer to Jiang Han.

He walked to the starting point, and Ye Baihuai followed beside him, watching him wave and shout for Jiang Han, feeling that he had come here just to suffer.

Finally, the race began. This kind of adrenaline-pumping competition made people’s blood boil.

The race took about two hours with three rounds in total, including a performance show during the halftime break.

Wen Zhe was quite immersed. Although he personally didn’t like this kind of competition, watching it once in a while still allowed him to be infected by the atmosphere.

Soon, the race neared its end, and the horizon turned orange-red. Jiang Han won first place without any suspense.

He got out of the car and shouted in celebration of his victory. All the cars had crossed the finish line, and the racers had all disembarked. The cheers of the audience rang out again.

After the awards ceremony, Jiang Han returned to the car; he still had to drive it back. At this point, the coach walked over and chatted with Jiang Han outside the car window.

Wen Zhe walked toward them again. He shouted “Jiang Han,” but unfortunately, the other party didn’t hear him.

The spot he walked to was very close to them, but there was a fence in the way; otherwise, he would definitely have run up to Jiang Han and might even have tried to sit in the passenger seat.

“Let’s go, head toward the rest area,” Ye Baihuai reminded him.

Wen Zhe wanted to wait until Jiang Han drove the car away, but he also really wanted to come into contact with the person and the car immediately, so he listened to Ye Baihuai.

Just as he was about to walk toward the exit, he suddenly stopped. Jiang Han’s actions sent a shock through his heart, making his heart leap into his throat.

He saw Jiang Han take off the hand-string.

Ye Baihuai had clearly noticed Jiang Han’s action as well, so he stopped mentioning leaving and stayed within the fence with Wen Zhe, watching the scene not far away.

Jiang Han’s coach had been with him since he started racing; the two were very familiar, and Jiang Han didn’t put on airs in front of him.

The coach walked over and patted his shoulder. “You performed well in this race, but I see your turns are still unstable…”

Jiang Han’s hands were on the steering wheel. He listened seriously, nodding occasionally. Suddenly, the coach’s gaze fell on his exposed wrist. “Why are you wearing a hand-string?” the coach asked with interest. Having been with Jiang Han for so long, he naturally knew that Jiang Han always wore a leather-strap watch, so the addition of the hand-string seemed particularly novel. “Is there some special meaning?”

Jiang Han paused, immediately took off the hand-string, and handed it to the coach. “What meaning could this have?”

At this moment, Wen Zhe watched the scene intently, seemingly even hearing their conversation. Just then, Zhao Kuo actually walked over it was unknown how he got in. He heard Zhao Kuo’s exaggerated teasing about the hand-string.

Zhao Kuo took the hand-string from the coach and fiddled with it in his hand. He really couldn’t see anything novel about it; it was a very cheap toy. “Jiang Han, tell me which little lover gave this to you? You actually wore it on your hand. Not simple, eh.”

A flash of unnaturalness crossed Jiang Han’s face. “What do you mean ‘not simple’? It’s just a blessed hand-string to keep one safe.”

Hearing this, Zhao Kuo laughed wildly. “Blessed? For safety? You’re killing me, Jiang Han. You actually believe in this stuff?”

Jiang Han looked a bit annoyed, and his aura turned gloomy. He stopped talking, but Zhao Kuo clearly didn’t care about his sour face. “Just say it, who gave it to you? You actually wore it on your wrist. For how many years has it just been a watch on that wrist? Suddenly adding a hand-string, there’s definitely something going on.”

Inside the fence, Wen Zhe watched the scene, feeling his breathing grow light. He watched nervously, wanting to hear but also afraid to hear what kind of response Jiang Han would eventually give.

Under Zhao Kuo’s pressing questioning, Jiang Han appeared extremely impatient. He directly snatched the hand-string back from Zhao Kuo’s hand, tossed it casually into the car, and said, “There’s nothing going on. It’s not important.”

After saying that, Jiang Han hit the gas and sped away.

Wen Zhe watched the racing car speed away, his eyes feeling hot and his heart sinking continuously. But if asked if there were any other emotions, there didn’t seem to be any…

Actually, he might have expected this in his heart. After all, how could that plain and somewhat cheap-looking hand-string be worthy of being worn on the same wrist as that expensive watch?

It was bound to be taken off sooner or later. Although Wen Zhe’s heart stung, he felt more numbness; it seemed it wasn’t much of anything.

Just then, Ye Baihuai “tched” beside him. It was audible; although his voice was deep and magnetic with few fluctuations, one could still hear the hint of a smile in it. “Jiang Han really didn’t disappoint the expectations.”

Wen Zhe: “…”

It seemed he only didn’t disappoint his expectations.

Suddenly, a wave of heat hit his ear, the eardrum vibrating until it felt numb. “Wen Zhe, you lost.”

He went toward the rest area with Ye Baihuai. The race was over, and they had a victory banquet; he was naturally going.

Walking toward the rest area again, Ye Baihuai’s pace remained fast, likely entirely due to those long legs of his. This guy completely ignored Wen Zhe’s low mood at the moment, striding ahead and often having to urge him along.

Wen Zhe looked at his back and sighed silently. When he made this bet, he really hadn’t thought he would lose.

Because the bet was whether the hand-string could stay on Jiang Han’s hand for a day, he had deliberately acted in a way that gave Ye Baihuai a strong desire to bet against him. He didn’t expect to have hoisted himself with his own petard.

He had originally thought he had at least a 90% chance of winning, but he still underestimated Jiang Han; the hand-string hadn’t even stayed on his wrist for a full four hours.

Near the rest area, Wen Zhe spotted Jiang Han’s car at a glance. He stood by the car window and looked inside, searching for a while before finding the hand-string. It was currently lying quietly under the seat in an inconspicuous corner. If someone were to get into the car now, it would be stepped on directly.

Wen Zhe looked toward the distance. Jiang Han was currently surrounded by people; they were celebrating for him. The boisterous sounds and the loneliness and sorrow on his side felt like two different worlds.

Withdrawing his gaze, Wen Zhe opened the car door. Just as he was about to lean over to reach it, the opposite car door opened. Ye Baihuai picked up the bracelet one step ahead of him.

Wen Zhe straightened up and looked over. Across the car, he saw Ye Baihuai examining the hand-string. “Since nobody wants it, then I’ll take it.”

“Give it back to me,” Wen Zhe said in a low voice.

Ye Baihuai smiled and brought the bracelet to his lips, pressing it against his handsome, thin lips. “I found it. How is it yours?”

With that, Ye Baihuai stuffed the hand-string into his pocket and even “tched” once. “It’s just that it’s got a bit of a foul smell on it. I’ll have to wash it when I get back.”

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