Why Did the Top Alpha Suddenly Stop Acting Out? - Chapter 14

Normally, the motorcycle races that Ye Shuyi participated in were only watched by enthusiasts within the biking community, as outsiders had little interest in the scene. However, this time, their competition unexpectedly broke into the mainstream.

At the top of the trending list, the hashtag #YiQian’sNewManagerIsTheGoddessOfTheMotorcycleScene# shone brightly.

Tracing its origins, the hashtag’s explosion in popularity was largely thanks to a fan at the event. After the race, the fan posted a series of photos of Ye Shuyi her smiling face as she greeted fans, her cool and confident stance while bumping helmets with Song Kechi, the effortlessly stylish GIF of her vaulting onto the stands. The moment these images were shared, they sparked widespread discussion among netizens.

Soon, one fan recognized Ye Shuyi’s identity: [If I’m not mistaken, isn’t the person in these photos Yi Qian’s new manager, Ye Shuyi?]

In an instant, the comment section of the post was flooded, Yi Qian and Ye Shuyi’s shippers (YiYeBlindLove), Yi Qian’s solo stans, and Ye Shuyi’s looks-focused fans all descended upon it. The comment quickly rose to the top of the thread.

[Wow, is my motorcycle goddess about to go mainstream? No longer just mine to admire? Waaah~]

[LOL, who’s daydreaming here? Even if she doesn’t go mainstream, she’d never be yours!]

[Damn, a gorgeous woman with hidden talents, how does a scumbag Alpha like Yi Qian deserve her?!]

[OMG, I found info on the girl in the last photo with Ye Shuyi her name’s Song Kechi! And wow, she’s another stunner! My friend in the biking circle says she’s got serious clout too, and absolutely not a scumbag! Also, they’ve been the ship in the motorcycle scene for ages, they even have their own CP name: Chi Yi! Anyone looking for a new ship to stan, this is the one! Way better than pairing a queen with a trash Alpha, right?!]

Amid the mutual hype from netizens, the Chi Yi ship successfully surged onto the trending list, quickly sparking a new wave of discussions.

Noticing the online buzz, the competition organizers swiftly released the full footage of the two racers. This only amplified their popularity, propelling Ye Shuyi, Song Kechi, and the event itself into viral fame. The organizers’ official account even gained followers by the tens of thousands, with fans flooding the comments demanding advance notice for the next race.

Yi Qian stared at the glaring words “ChiYi CP” on her screen, her fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of her tablet.

After scrolling through the hashtag for a while, she abruptly turned off the screen and tossed the tablet into the couch cushions. Standing up, she muttered, “Not a single thing worth reading.”

After finishing her nightly routine, Yi Qian towel-dried her hair as she walked back to her bedroom. The moment she sat on the bed, a certain someone’s custom ringtone blared. She glanced at the screen, then unceremoniously flung the phone aside. It hit the wall with a thud, and the ringing stopped.

Yi Qian’s hand paused mid-motion. She immediately hurried over to pick up the phone, tapping the screen. It lit up, displaying one missed call. She exhaled quietly at least it’s not broken. Gazing at the notification, she wondered will she call back?

She crouched there, guarding her phone, but even when her legs went numb from squatting, the device remained silent. It wasn’t until the next morning, as Yi Qian was having breakfast, that the ringtone finally sounded again.

Yi Qian leisurely swallowed her food before answering the call, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “To what do I owe the pleasure, oh goddess of the motorcycle world, the great beauty Ye Shuyi?”

On the other end, Ye Shuyi paused briefly, suppressing a laugh as she feigned seriousness. “What’s with that tone? Are you implying I’m only fit to be your manager?”

Yi Qian’s knife and fork clinked rhythmically against her plate as she muttered resentfully, “Not just my manager, you’re only fit to be mine.”

The Chi Yi ship is a ghost vessel, it’s bound to sink sooner or later.

Ye Shuyi didn’t catch her muttering and asked, confused, “What did you say?”

Yi Qian stabbed the remaining steak with her fork, gripping the utensils tightly as her face twisted in frustration, though her voice remained steady. “Nothing. What do you want?”

“Did you forget you drove my car back?” Ye Shuyi didn’t press further. “Are you going to pick me up in it today so we can head to the set together?”

Yi Qian jabbed her fork into the steak repeatedly, refusing without hesitation. “No. I’ll drive your car to the set, but as for you, you can ask that Song guy or whatever to take you.”

“So much sarcasm this early in the morning. Are you jealous?” Ye Shuyi’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

Yi Qian shoved a piece of steak into her mouth and declared with exaggerated bravado, “Jealous? I’m eating steak.”

With that, she hung up abruptly. Looking up, she spotted Aunt Sun heading out with the trash and called out to her, “Aunt Sun, do you know how to drive?”

Aunt Sun paused at the door, hesitating. “I used to, but it’s been so long, I might be a bit rusty. Do you need something, Miss?”

“Hmm…” Yi Qian thought for a moment. “Could you drive my car to the set for me? I need to take my manager’s car there.” She added after consideration, “You can pick any car from my garage that you feel comfortable driving. Take your time does that work?”

Aunt Sun playfully flashed an OK sign with a grin. “No problem.”

When a sleek blue Ferrari screeched to a stop in a dramatic drift at the set’s entrance, the crew couldn’t help but stop and stare. They weren’t just admiring the limited-edition luxury sports car they were also wondering whose driving skills were that impressive.

The moment Aunt Sun stepped out of the car, the onlookers couldn’t hide their shock. Was that really the white-haired elderly lady who had just pulled off such a flashy stunt?

Just then, a white Maserati rolled up smoothly beside the Ferrari. Yi Qian, stepping out of it, looked equally stunned.

Taking the keys from Aunt Sun, she asked sincerely, “Aunt Sun, you call this rusty?”

“Of course,” Aunt Sun sighed dramatically. “I’ve forgotten so many of the cool tricks. Ah, age really does catch up to you.”

Yi Qian curled her lips into a smile and said, “Auntie Sun, how will you get back? Do you need me to call a taxi for you?”

“Oh no, no need.” Auntie Sun quickly waved her hand. “You go ahead with your business. My granddaughter will drive here later to pick me up.”

“Granddaughter?” Yi Qian repeated the words as if she couldn’t believe her ears, her expression growing even more astonished. Though the woman before her had silver hair, her vitality made her appear no older than her forties which was why Yi Qian had hired her as a housekeeper in the first place. But now, Auntie Sun mentioned her granddaughter would come to fetch her. If the girl could drive, she had to be at least eighteen, meaning Auntie Sun was likely in her sixties.

“That’s right. Hard to believe I’m actually seventy today, isn’t it? You should really call me Grandma,” Auntie Sun joked.

Seventy…

“Truly unbelievable,” Yi Qian slowly agreed. She was about to bid farewell and leave, but curiosity got the better of her. “Auntie, may I ask who your granddaughter is?”

No sooner had she spoken than a modified red Ecosse Spirit motorcycle screeched to a halt right in front of them, stopping just inches away. The crew on set gasped, their eyes drawn to the flashy bike and its rider. Yi Qian, however, was fixated on the hands of the person in the backseat, wrapped tightly around the waist of the driver.

Even before either removed their helmets, Yi Qian could tell from their outfits alone that the passenger was undoubtedly Ye Shuyi.

The passenger took off her helmet, shaking out her wind-tousled hair, eliciting quiet murmurs of admiration from the crew. Yi Qian clenched her fists, resisting the urge to reach out and fasten the helmet back on.

“Little Ye,” Auntie Sun exclaimed, rushing forward to grasp Ye Shuyi’s hands with obvious affection. “What brings you here?”

“Grandma,” Ye Shuyi greeted warmly, embracing her with a smile. “I’m here for work.”

Yi Qian arched a brow, her gaze flickering between the two in surprise. “So… your granddaughter is…”

“Me,” Song Kechi declared as she removed her helmet, sweeping her bangs aside with a deliberately ambiguous smirk at Yi Qian before turning to her grandmother with mock indignation. “See, Grandma? You only have eyes for Shuyi. People are starting to think she’s your real granddaughter.”

Auntie Sun shot her a chiding look. “Aren’t you too old to be acting spoiled? In my heart, Little Ye is just as much my granddaughter as you are.”

Song Kechi raised her hands in surrender, laughing as she changed the subject. “Alright, fine. But tell me—why are you here? Dad said you sneaked out of Haicheng again and went off the grid. We thought you’d gone traveling. What are you doing on a film set?”

She paused, then her lips curled into a teasing grin. “Oh, I get it. Don’t tell me you’re trying to sneak in as an extra, hoping to become an overnight sensation and shock the entire Song family!”

Aunt Sun gave her granddaughter a disapproving look, then pointed to her own head and whispered to Ye Shuyi, “Sister Ye, has she been acting a bit off lately? Why is she spouting such nonsense?”

Ye Shuyi smiled without responding.

Song Kechi got out of the car, placing a hand on her grandmother’s shoulder with a sharp gaze. “Out with it, Grandma. What are you really doing here sneaking around? Don’t feed me that ‘I missed you’ nonsense, I’m not buying it.”

“And why are you with her?” Song Kechi tilted her chin toward Yi Qian’s direction.

Aunt Sun linked arms with Ye Shuyi, evading her granddaughter’s grasp, and calmly explained, “I’ve been working as a cleaner at Miss Yi’s place. She asked me to drive her here, so I obliged.”

“What? A cleaner?” Song Kechi stared at her grandmother in disbelief, though she couldn’t argue. Her grandmother had always done whatever she pleased, never listening to anyone. Not that the family tried to stop her they just wished she’d inform them beforehand so they wouldn’t worry.

“Alright, what’s the excuse this time? Did a stray cat kidnap you on the road, or did another fortune-teller claim you can’t breathe the air in this country?” Every time her grandmother disappeared without notice, she came up with the most bizarre reasons. Song Kechi massaged her temples, waiting to hear what absurd story she’d concoct this time.

After a few seconds of silence, Aunt Sun scratched her head awkwardly, casting a meaningful glance at Yi Qian beside her before declaring with conviction, “This time, my reason is completely legitimate. Really, super legitimate, extremely legitimate. You have to believe me, dear granddaughter.”

“Fine,” Song Kechi nodded. “Go ahead, I’m listening. Let’s see how ‘legitimate’ it is.”

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