Volume One, Chapter 20: The Driver Wearing a Purple Rabbit Ear Helmet
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Seeing that they were still stunned, Mian Chu had already lost patience. The others exchanged a glance and began to move busily with their hands.
...
The surgery continued.
During this time, Guanshan Chu arrived after receiving a call, dressed in a neatly tailored black suit—the construction work clothes he had been wearing for the act were still in the trunk of the Lincoln luxury car.
Yueru Lin collapsed into Guanshan Chu’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Meng Tao was in a daze.
Xian Chu paced back and forth at the door of the operating room, hands on hips.
The atmosphere was quiet yet unbearably tense.
*Clatter—*
After six long hours, the surgery finally ended.
The doors of the operating room swung open to both sides, and Mian Chu stepped out, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, her face slightly pale.
“How did it go?”
Xian Chu was the first to rush forward.
Guanshan Chu helped Yueru Lin to her feet, Meng Tao snapped back to reality and staggered forward.
Mian Chu looked at her family before her, removed her surgical mask, and sighed: “The surgery was successful.”
Several doctors pushed out Yuanchu Chu, who was still unconscious. Tears of joy welled up as everyone surged forward: “Yuanchu!”
Meng Tao covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed. Looking at Yuanchu Chu lying on the hospital bed with his head wrapped in thick gauze, her heart ached sharply. “Yuanchu, Yuanchu…”
“The procedure this young lady performed is beyond what we could have imagined!”
The doctor who had tried to stop Mian Chu in the operating room earlier removed his mask and expressed his admiration for her.
Xian Chu’s eyes brimmed with tears as he pulled Mian Chu’s petite figure into his embrace.
“Let’s first take my fourth brother to the ward,” Mian Chu said, breaking free from her third brother’s hold, smiling slightly at the admiring doctors.
“Thank you, Mian Mian.” Watching the Chu couple and the doctors escort Yuanchu Chu into the VIP ward, Meng Tao turned to look at Mian Chu, tears still wet at the corners of her eyes.
Mian Chu shook her head, her expression turning cold. “Sister-in-law, I’ve examined fourth brother’s injuries. If it was just reckless driving, he wouldn’t be this severely hurt.”
Hearing this, Meng Tao choked back sobs as she recounted, “This morning he said he was going to participate in a race. I advised him not to go, but he said it was the last time. I was uneasy, so I accompanied him. Who would have thought that during the race, I saw with my own eyes a racer deliberately cutting off my fourth brother’s car. After he dodged, he found the brakes had failed! Yuanchu always checks before driving! How could this happen...”
At the mention of the racer cutting off the car and brake failure, Mian Chu’s eyes shifted.
She squinted slightly—how could such a coincidence exist?
“Where was the race held?”
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Xian Chu turned his head to look: “Sister, what are you going to do?”
Meng Tao was stunned, her voice blank: “Qingling Mountain.”
“Fourth brother hasn’t yet passed the danger period. You two stay here at the hospital; I’ll go handle something.” Mian Chu took off her surgical gown without further explanation and strode out.
Xian Chu and Meng Tao exchanged looks and finally went straight to Yuanchu Chu’s ward.
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In the golden autumn of October, the autumn wind was bleak.
Qingling Mountain, located on the outskirts of Jinhai City, was a winding, rugged road beloved by every racer. The city's racing track was just there.
At that moment, the place was packed with people as far as the eye could see.
“God of Racing! God of Racing!”
“Brother Liang is number one!”
“Brother Liang! God of Racing!”
Earlier that morning, someone had come to challenge Liang, but shortly after the race began, that person was thrown dozens of meters away. His wife was so frightened she nearly fainted and rushed him to the hospital. By now, he might even be dead!
Challenging the God of Racing at Qingling Mountain?
Simply suicidal!
The widely admired Li Liang hugged his girlfriend, laughing heartily: “As long as I’m in Jinhai City, the God of Racing at Qingling Mountain is mine! No one can take it from me!”
A handsome guy nearby agreed: “Exactly!”
“Brother Liang is the King of Racing here! Except for that… legendary super racer ‘Moonfall’—whoever dares challenge her dies!”
“Ah, right!”
Laughter erupted. Hearing ‘Moonfall’ mentioned, Li Liang’s eyes darkened suddenly.
He had just won a race that morning and hated hearing such talk. He said coldly, “Moonfall has been gone for almost a year. Even if she came back, I might still not lose to her!”
All racers knew about ‘Moonfall’—she had created a legend of winning every single race!
Truly undefeated!
It was said that at the international racing competition in the capital, Moonfall signed a ‘death pact’ with hundreds of racers, challenging them all day and night.
And her purple bike—without any emblem or origin.
In a grueling three-day, three-night relay race, the purple bike seemed to merge perfectly with Moonfall, performing at its peak in every race. Every racing video from that time caught a glimpse of a purple figure roaring past the camera.
Unsurprisingly, Moonfall won.
That exhilarating race has been passed down, and netizens have scoured for any news of the goddess Moonfall, but all in vain.
Afterward, that enchanting purple figure vanished...
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Rumors said that after her rise to fame, Moonfall was courted by a wealthy heir and married into a noble family;
Others said she was unbeatable and simply lost interest in racing;
Some even claimed Moonfall never existed—that it was all just their imagination?
Opinions varied.
Many peers regarded her as a goddess, comparing her to the mother of speed...
Moonfall’s image had deeply imprinted itself on every racer’s mind.
So when Li Liang blurted out such arrogance, disdain and anger flashed on everyone’s faces.
Seeing this, Li Liang furrowed his brows: “You don’t believe me? Then go find Moonfall! I want to race her!”
After speaking, he looked back at the crowd, but no one reacted. His gaze fixed sharply on the rear.
Li Liang turned his head, puzzled, just as a purple bike swiftly sped up the mountain from below. The rider wore a purple rabbit ear helmet and a white racing suit tightly hugging her figure. From the proud curves visible at her chest, it was clearly a woman.
The pinkish-purple bike was dusted with gold powder, sparkling under the daylight...
Such a setup was utterly girlish.
But to this group of racers, it was a symbol!
*Whirr—*
The purple bike screeched to a stop before everyone.
Mian Chu removed her helmet, lifting her hand to brush her flowing long hair. Black strands fluttered in the air.
She wore a purple face shield, revealing only her smooth forehead and crystal-clear eyes. Her gaze swept over the crowd lightly.
Just one glance was enough to make hearts race.
“Mo-Moonfall!”
Someone in the crowd shouted.
After a few seconds of silence, everyone was shocked: “The goddess Moonfall!”
“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?”
“Grandpa, grandma! I saw Moonfall!”
Li Liang frowned, refusing to believe such a coincidence.
He pushed past a younger brother who was crying excitedly and strode to the woman: “Who are you?”
“And you?”
Being dismissed so disdainfully by a woman, Li Liang’s face darkened. He scanned the purple bike beneath Mian Chu, seeing nothing remarkable.