Why Did the Top Alpha Suddenly Stop Acting Out? - Chapter 39

The fans on-site screamed at an unprecedented volume when they saw Song Kechi placing an arm around Ye Shuyi’s shoulders as they walked together. Even Yi Qian, who was accustomed to such commotion, couldn’t help but frown.

[“Chi Yi, Chi Yi, no hesitation, today’s the day you win and unite as one!”]

Yi Qian: “…”

The overwhelming excitement in the stands suggested that nearly all eyes were now fixed on the podium. Realizing this, Yi Qian lowered her gaze, retracted the step she had just taken, and slowly let her stiffened hand fall back to her side.

But then, her hand was grasped.

She looked up to see Fang Xin nodding at her, gently patting the back of her hand with a confident expression. “Leave it to me.”

Fang Xin quickly caught up to the pair and, without hesitation, pulled Song Kechi’s hand off Ye Shuyi’s shoulder, linking it with her own instead. With an air of righteousness, she declared, “I helped you pick out your racing suit earlier. Now I need to use the restroom, but I don’t know where it is, you have to take me there.”

Fang Xin thought herself a genius for coming up with such a flawless excuse.

Song Kechi glanced at her smug little expression, tilted her head slightly to suppress a smirk, and then gestured vaguely toward the exit. “There’s a restroom inside.”

Ye Shuyi crossed her arms, observing Song Kechi’s feigned indifference. Her gaze dropped to the other woman’s unmoving hand, thinking to herself, If you really want to refuse, shouldn’t you pull your hand away first?

Keeping it linked like this, what kind of rejection is that?

Fang Xin shook her head. “No way. I can’t go alone, I have no sense of direction.”

“It’s just a straight hallway to the end.”

“Even a straight hallway is enough for me to get lost.”

Ye Shuyi, standing between them: “…”

She turned to Song Kechi, intending to silently urge her to agree and spare her from this awkwardness. Instead, when their eyes met, Song Kechi was the one giving her a meaningful look.

Tch. Overdoing the act, aren’t we?

Ye Shuyi glanced between the two, exhaled quietly, and said diplomatically, “Kechi, I know the way to my changing room. I can go alone you take her.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Fang Xin continued holding Song Kechi’s arm, winked at Yi Qian, and then dragged Song Kechi off.

Inside the changing room, Ye Shuyi opened her locker only to find that her collection of racing suits had vanished, leaving behind only one a blue-and-white suit with an intricate zipper design.

The zipper ran along the back in an inverted “Y” shape. It couldn’t be fastened in one go instead, each side had to be pulled halfway up, then joined together at the intersection before being zipped up the rest of the way.

But connecting the two halves wasn’t something she could do alone. It required a second person to help secure the zipper before it could be pulled up completely.

In short, this was a racing suit she couldn’t put on by herself.

She had bought it purely because she loved the color scheme and design, but due to the hassle of wearing it, she had only ever used it once.

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Song Kechi: “By the way, I had someone take your racing suits for maintenance, so it’s not that the locker room was robbed. But I did tell the staff you have a race today, so they left one for you.”

Ye Shuyi pinched the bridge of her nose, raised her phone to take a photo of the racing suit, and sent it to her.

Song Kechi: “Hahahaha! What are the odds they’d leave this one? Though it makes sense, you’ve barely worn this one, so they’d naturally leave the newest one for you.”

Ye Shuyi typed on her screen: “Do you have any extras left? Lend me one.”

Song Kechi: “No, but even if I did, it wouldn’t fit you. Our sizes are too different. Wait there, I’m coming over right now.”

Ye Shuyi didn’t reply further, setting her phone aside to change first.

As she finished putting on the racing suit, she heard movement at the door. Without turning around, she said, “You’re unusually punctual today. Come help me zip this up.”

She gathered her loose hair, lifting it up and holding it in place.

Her thick, jet-black hair was piled atop her head, with a few stray strands framing her face, revealing her sharp, clean jawline. The blue-and-white racing suit clung tightly to her body, accentuating her curves. The unzipped back gaped slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin.

This was a side of Ye Shuyi completely different from her usual self, a different kind of beauty.

Yi Qian unconsciously swallowed, her pre-rut body suddenly surging with impulse. But she didn’t let it take over, quickly pulling out the suppressants she always carried and drinking them down.

When no one came to help, Ye Shuyi turned in confusion, her pupils dilating slightly at the sight of the visitor. “Why are you here?”

“Why can’t it be me?” Yi Qian walked over, wrapping her arms around Ye Shuyi’s waist from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder. Her voice was unhurried, laced with suggestive undertones. “I’ll help, but can I get a little reward?”

Ye Shuyi let her hair fall, draping it over Yi Qian’s head. She tried to pry the arms from her waist, but the woman behind her showed no intention of letting go.

“Your reward is leaving right now.”

Her tone was icy.

Yi Qian held her waist with one arm, using the other to comb through the hair cascading over her. She lifted a strand to her nose, inhaling lightly, then shook her head. “No, that’s a punishment.”

“Besides, Song Kechi won’t be coming. I had Fang Xin delay her. You should know, she’s already fallen for it, just like you have for me.”

Ye Shuyi: “Can you let go first before talking?”

Yi Qian obediently released her, looking all too easy to please as she chirped, “Just a tiny reward, a kiss on the cheek. Simple, right?”

She puffed out one cheek, tilting it toward Ye Shuyi and tapping it for emphasis.

When no response came, Yi Qian pouted and urged in a mumbling tone, “Hurry up. Your race is about to start.”

Ye Shuyi took a deep breath and said coldly, “Do you realize you’re taking advantage of the situation?”

Then she quickly pressed a kiss to Yi Qian’s cheek, so fast it was as if nothing had happened at all.

Yi Qian was momentarily stunned before a smile crept onto her lips. She quickly leaned over and planted a kiss on Ye Shuyi’s cheek, shamelessly declaring, “This isn’t me taking advantage, it’s me giving you a chance to kiss me openly. After all, someone only dared to sneak kisses while I was asleep before.”

“And what I’m giving you is called encouragement through love. You’ll definitely take first place in the upcoming race.”

Ye Shuyi: “……”

She didn’t want to engage, simply turning away with indifference.

Seeing the other person deliberately not acting, Ye Shuyi exhaled and said, “You got your reward. Shouldn’t you get to work now?”

“Got it.” Yi Qian obediently zipped up her outfit for her, whispering by her ear, “My wife is so beautiful.”

Ye Shuyi glanced at her without a word, then grabbed her phone and left the changing room.

As the race was about to begin, the venue buzzed with excitement as riders were introduced one by one over the loudspeaker.

“Now, let’s welcome our fifth rider, the reigning national motorcycle racing champion, the goddess of the track, Ye Shuyi!”

The announcer’s voice was passionate and booming, yet it was nearly drowned out by the deafening cheers from the fans.

“Ye Shuyi! Ye Shuyi! Ye Shuyi!”

“Forever loyal to Ye Shuyi, the queen of the racetrack, our eternal favorite!”

On the podium, Xu Ying rubbed her ears and leaned toward Yi Qian. “Your girl’s popularity here is way higher than yours.”

Yi Qian gazed adoringly at the figure waving to fans as she entered the track, answering proudly, “She’s always been more popular than me, no matter where we are.”

When Ye Shuyi glanced their way, Yi Qian raised her hand to wave, but the other woman ignored her, turning instead to chat with Song Kechi beside her.

Xu Ying crossed her arms, frowning as she watched Ye Shuyi on the track. “I never imagined you’d be into someone so icy.”

Yi Qian’s eyes never strayed, fixed on one person as the corners of her lips curled up. “Thanks to you.”

“Me?” Xu Ying’s eyes widened in shock. She glanced at Ye Shuyi nearby, then at Fang Xin behind them, utterly confused. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Because she’s jealous of you.” Yi Qian smiled at her briefly before returning her gaze to the track.

When Ye Shuyi looked over again, Yi Qian waved once more only to be ignored again.

“Jealous of me? Didn’t you tell her I’m just your friend?”

“I did, and I emphasized it. But maybe because we act too close, she keeps getting jealous. Isn’t it adorable?”

Though being ignored twice stung a little, the reason behind it made Yi Qian’s smile widen. And remembering how Ye Shuyi hadn’t denied being her wife earlier in the changing room, the slight gloom vanished completely.

Her wife was just too cute.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Xu Ying smacked her back, then looked toward the track only to lock eyes with Ye Shuyi. Though the other woman’s expression hadn’t changed, Xu Ying’s paranoia made her feel like those eyes were full of hostility.

She subtly took a step aside and asked seriously, “Should I explain things to her?”

She really didn’t want to be seen as a rival by someone she admired.

“It’s fine.” Yi Qian said, pulling her into an embrace instead. She waved at the person who kept glancing their way, unsurprisingly being ignored repeatedly, yet her tone remained cheerful. “A little jealousy is good for your health.”

Fang Xin nodded silently in agreement: “True, she’s speaking from experience.”

Experience gained from being jealous of Ye Shuyi.

Xu Ying didn’t push Yi Qian away. She looked up at her and said leisurely, “Are you sure this isn’t revenge? And she’s about to compete aren’t you worried this might cause her to.” have an accident?

She left the ominous words unspoken, but everyone understood.

Yi Qian shook her head confidently. “Trust me, jealousy will only bring out her potential.”

“Though, it seems there’s more than one jealous party here. I wonder what the other one will do, charge forward or retreat?”

Her meaningful gaze drifted toward Fang Xin.

Hearing this, Xu Ying looked at Fang Xin, narrowing her eyes inquisitively. “You and Song!”

“Don’t overthink it! There’s nothing between us. I’m just a sacrificial pawn in their game.” Before Xu Ying could finish, Fang Xin hastily interrupted, as if delaying even a second would make it true.

Xu Ying smirked. “Not yet, but who knows about the future?”

Fang Xin shook her head frantically. “I like gentle, considerate people. She’s,  too wild. And I don’t think I’m her type either.”

Xu Ying also shook her head. “Don’t jump to conclusions. Anything’s possible.”

On the track, the ten racers were ready. Pairs of riders tapped their helmets together for encouragement. When Ye Shuyi and Song KeChi’s helmets met, the crowd erupted in predictable cheers.

“Chi Yi CP never hesitates, bowing to none but you two!”

At the commentator’s booth, Yi Qian turned to the event organizer, her gaze icy and voice cold. “Why were they paired together?”

“…” Xu Ying crossed her arms defensively. “Ignorance is innocence. Don’t look at me like that.”

As for the reason, hosting this event, she naturally wanted to turn a profit. To do that, she needed to cater to the audience’s preferences, which were obvious.

“Judging by your reaction, you don’t know how popular your girl and Xin’s future girl are as a CP? Need me to enlighten you?”

She shot Fang Xin a suggestive look.

Fang Xin: “…”

Couldn’t be bothered to argue.

“Send it to me and you’re blocked.” Yi Qian gave her a sidelong glance before turning her attention back to the track.

Seeing the racers don their helmets and prepare to mount their bikes, Yi Qian leaned back to glance at the broadcasting booth behind her, hesitating briefly.

“Chi Yi CP never hesitates, bowing to none but you two!”

“Chi Yi , wives united, dominating the track!”

Yi Qian’s gaze swept over the stands before she decisively strode to the broadcasting booth. She had the sound engineer crank the speakers to max volume, then adjusted the microphone to its loudest setting before returning to her spot.

“Only Yi for Ye Shuyi, racing queen Ye Shuyi, forever loving Ye Shuyi! Ye Shuyi is the best!”

The entire venue: “…”

Silent as the grave.

Only the booming cheers from the speakers echoed through the air.

Behind Yi Qian, Xu Ying leaned towards Fang Xin and whispered, “As a top celebrity, is it really okay for her to shout like that? To me, it sounds no different from a public announcement.”

Fang Xin clicked her tongue and shook her head helplessly. “Let her have her moment of madness. Otherwise, I’m afraid the jealousy might flood this place.”

Yi Qian scanned the crowd, thoroughly pleased with the effect she’d created. Her gaze fixed on the figure with the inverted “Y” zipper as she continued her bold declaration: “My manager, bring home first place for me.”

Perhaps due to shock or perhaps because Ye Shuyi didn’t respond, the audience reacted with subdued murmurs, their eyes collectively drawn to that distinctive inverted “Y” silhouette.

The starting whistle blew, and the racers assumed uniform positions for the countdown.

Only one person sat upright, flashing an “OK” sign over their shoulder.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

The crowd erupted in deafening screams that seemed to pierce the sky.

Yi Qian turned to her two best friends behind her, her lips curling into a triumphant smile. “Mutual feelings are the most badass.”

As her words faded, the starting gun fired.

The revved-up motorcycles shot forward like starving wolves, tearing down the track with ferocious speed.

The racers quickly spread out, the inverted “Y” figure surging ahead to claim the lead.

As the pack navigated a steep hairpin turn, the racers vanished from direct view, but the live feed immediately appeared on the two massive screens above the spectator stands.

The display split into eleven sections two-thirds showed panoramic views alternating with close-up details, while the side panel displayed ten smaller screens tracking each racer’s position in real-time rankings.

Initially, the gaps between riders were minimal, but after several sharp turns, distances widened. The frontrunners now battled fiercely in more open space, their bikes nearly touching as they jockeyed for position.

“Coming up is another extreme hairpin will we see an overtake this time?”

“I think fourth place might make their move. Look how they’re practically glued to third just waiting for the right moment. Oh! Oof, what a shame.”

Before the commentator finished speaking, disaster struck at the overtaking attempt.

As fourth place leaned into the extreme turn, their bike suddenly spun out of control mid-pass, taking down the third-place rider in a catastrophic collision.

Fang Xin and Xu Ying gasped in unison, recoiling as if they’d been thrown from the bikes themselves.

Yi Qian remained stoic, her eyes locked on the screen, though her previously relaxed expression had tightened, brows knitting together with visible concern.

Exchanging glances, Xu Ying nudged Yi Qian with an elbow. “This looks so dangerous. Will you stop her from racing later?”

“Never.” The answer came without hesitation. “This is her passion. No matter what I become to her in the future, I’d never interfere. Her happiness matters most. My job is simply to provide the safest possible support within my power.”

Clap clap clap!

Xu Ying and Fang Xin exchanged a satisfied glance, both applauding for her in unison: “That’s our friend for you, so badass!”

On the big screen, the distance between the racers grew wider, but the competition between the top two was especially fierce. Their cars were neck and neck, overtaking each other at every turn, one leading at this curve, the other at the next.

“The final turn is coming up. Whoever takes the lead here will almost certainly secure the win, 99% decided.”

“Exactly! Go, Racer Song!”

“Wait, are you a fan of Racer Song?”

“No, no, I’m a fan of both of them. It’s just that Racer Song is slightly behind now, so I’m cheering her on. Racer Ye, keep it up too!”

As they approached the final turn, Ye Shuyi, currently in first place, glanced sideways at Song Chichi, who was practically riding alongside her. The wind whipped her hair back, her doe-like eyes gleaming as if to say, “Come on, try to pass me.”

Song Chichi met her gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips, her delicate brows arching slightly as if to reply, “Don’t start crying later.”

Entering the turn, both leaned their bikes at the same angle, their bodies nearly brushing the ground as their vehicles overlapped.

The crowd watching the screen held their breath, silently praying no mishap would occur.

Yi Qian stared unblinking at the screen, fists clenched tightly in her lap.

“Racers three and four made mistakes under similar pressure earlier. Racer Song needs to stay steady if she wants to overtake.”

“They made it through safely!! Racer Song successfully overtook! Looks like the result is set.”

“Not necessarily. Racer Ye might still have a trick up her sleeve for the final stretch. In racing, you never know who’ll take the crown until the very end.”

“Good point. Both of them are absolutely thrilling to watch.”

On the final stretch, Ye Shuyi closed the gap several times, but Song Chichi always pulled ahead again, leaving almost no opening for a comeback.

Locked in this back-and-forth, they neared the finish line. At the last moment, Ye Shuyi twisted the throttle to the max, her body pressed flat against the bike to minimize drag. She crossed the line a mere second ahead of Song Chichi, snatching first place.

Side by side, they returned to the starting point amid the roaring cheers of the crowd.

Ye Shuyi, like a triumphant warrior, brought her bike to a perfect stop on the line, basking in the applause and adulation.

The first thing she did after removing her helmet was look toward the VIP stand only to find it empty except for staff. Yi Qian and the other two were nowhere to be seen.

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