novelzi Chapter 208 The End of Science is Metaphysics!
Chapter 208 The End of Science is Metaphysics!
Good gracious, good gracious!
Upon hearing this, Song Yun was shocked to his core; this was beyond professional—it was probably the pinnacle of the industry!
Unbelievable, unbelievable...
Since the six people were responsible solely for Ye Qingqing's every activity, Song Yun still had to make his own breakfast.
Sitting at the dining table, he watched his wife happily eat her pregnancy meal, and the delicious sandwich in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The villa's doorbell rang, and Song Yun's muscles tensed up instantly, a result of the aftermath from the day before.
Huang Baoding initially wanted to check on the situation, but just then, Yang Yingying professionally pressed against her lower back and quietly peeped through the door's peephole, spotting a delivery guy outside dressed in a courier uniform.
"May I ask whom you're looking for?"
Yang Yingying asked coldly.
"Ah, hello, I have a parcel for Mr. Song Yun. Could you please sign for it?"
The courier held a box and spoke.
"Please place the box on the ground slowly, then open it."
"???"
The courier, who delivered thousands of parcels every day, had never encountered such a request. Scenes from movies started flashing through his mind.
Criminals using deliveries to send bombs, and then...
Holy shit!
Could his luck be so bad that he ran into this kind of situation???
"Hurry up!"
Urged by Yang Yingying, the courier swallowed his saliva, carefully set the parcel on the flat ground ensuring the person behind the peephole could see it, and then slowly opened the package using a utility knife he pulled from his pocket.
"Whew..."
The courier sighed in relief when he saw the contents of the box, lifting it up and exclaiming, "Inside is an invitation!!!"
After a few minutes, the front door slowly opened, and a woman in a maid outfit with an expressionless face came out. After confirming everything was correct, she signed Song Yun's name on the receipt with strong strokes.
"Mr. Song, your parcel."
Yang Yingying handed it to Song Yun.
Song Yun took it and saw that inside the box was an invitation letter with a gold seal.
Upon opening it, he discovered it was an invitation from an organizer of a car racing event.
Ye Qingqing whispered to Song Yun from beside him.
"Possessed by a spirit, alas, it's quite troublesome."
Ye Qingqing covered her mouth in surprise. It was her first time hearing this explanation. She was both curious and a little afraid, considering that possession in horror movies is no joking matter!
"Son..."
"Stop, stop, stop, I know what you want to say. Brother Huang can't be handed over for your research. He's a person, a separate individual!"
Hearing this, Song Bu felt quite regretful. Such a perfect specimen was in front of him, yet untouchable; indeed an immense temptation!
"Husband, can you take me racing tonight~? I'm idle and have nothing to do~"
Song Yun was stroking Ye Qingqing's back and was about to nod when Yang Yingying's ghastly voice came from behind them: "Racing is dangerous, I advise the lady not to follow."
"But..."
"It's all for the baby!"
"Oh..."
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Song Yun smirked, finding it rare to see his wife at a loss as Qing Qing pouted and twisted the soft flesh around his waist to vent her emotions.
As evening approached.
Two top-of-the-line sports cars sped along the highway. With a character as impulsive as Song Bu's, how could he resist? So, he followed Song Yun and came along.
In the car behind were Huang Baoding and Yang Yingying.
The woman inside Huang Baoding wanted to join in the excitement, and Yang Yingying came along to watch over him; after all, what happened with Bao Ding that morning was quite frightening. To ensure the safety of Song Yun and Song Bu, she volunteered to come along.
What Yang Yingying didn't know was that neither member of the Song family—father nor son—were easy to deal with!
This time, the racing event was being held at a professional racetrack, where dozens of cars each worth millions were already parked at the entrance.
It seemed as if driving a car worth a few hundred thousand was an embarrassing act here.
Upon reaching the entrance and showing the invitation, a waiter welcomed the four persons inside with great respect.
Everyone invited was either rich or noble, and he, a mere ordinary person, wouldn't dare to put on airs or look down on anyone!
8:30 p.m.
The sky gradually darkened, and suddenly, someone pulled the main switch at the venue, casting a rainbow beam in the center of the stage.
In the light, a Caucasian man wearing a half-mask held a microphone, his demeanor exuberant.
"Hello, everyone, I am the organizer of the 3rd racing competition; you can call me the Eccentric Jack! Racing! What an exhilarating pair of words! Just thinking about it makes one's heart surge! It's simply the best competition bestowed upon mankind by the heavens!"
"..."
Listening from below the stage, Song Yun was practically drifting to sleep. This competition, truly dragging its feet!