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  Gu Mang stood to the horse’s left side. Her pretty countenance seemed disapproving. The pointed end of her eyes exuded ruthlessness.

  She first touched the horse’s forehead then moved her hand to the horse’s front mane, running her fingers through it. Perhaps it was something that Gu Mang did because the horse seemed to understand the concept of taking advantage of the weak and fearing the strong.

  When she held the horse it calmed down. Its heavy breathing indicated its temper, however, it didn’t kick its hind legs.

  The staff was slightly startled and looked in disbelief. He was in a daze as he heard Gu Mang say, “Go get an apple.”


  “Yes.” He went to get it quickly and passed it to Gu Mang respectfully.

  Gu Mang cocked her head as she stared at the apple in her hand. She held it near the horse’s nose. Its nose opened and closed as its eyes followed the movement of her hand. Seeing the apple go up and down in Gu Mang’s hands, the horse shook its head impatiently. After keeping it waiting, she finally put the apple into its mouth. The horse’s mouth chewed on it immediately. It became so obedient.

  Gu Mang smirked with a radiating countenance. She grasped the reins, stepped on the stirrups, got up smoothly, and landed steadily on the saddle. Her long hair draped over her shoulders as the wind blew through her hair. The fine shape of her exposed face was very eye-catching. She exuded a cool, ethereal aura but she was still very casual and nonchalant.

  Qin Fang’s eyes widened. Shit, was this really the horse he had bought for over 10 million? Every time he tried to ride it, it would either kick or shake its head wildly as though it were trying to kill him. Why was it so obedient now?

  Lu Chengzhou stuffed his hand in his pocket, his hand on the gun. Standing languidly, his eyes narrowed as he watched the scene. She even knew how to tame horses?

  When Yu Shu led the horse out and saw Gu Mang riding the thoroughbred, she frowned and felt a sense of unease. That horse had been so intense. Even she wasn’t sure she could get up on it safely. How did Gu Mang do it?

  Distracted, she got onto her horse smoothly. When she got up, she gathered her thoughts, clutched her horse’s belly, and rode up to Gu Mang.

  “Ms. Gu, we’ll ride three laps around the racecourse. Whoever returns to this position first wins,” Yu Shu said as she looked out at the racecourse.

  Gu Mang didn’t mind and nodded casually.

  “Qin Rui, come and be the referee.” Yu Shu turned to Qin Rui.

  She didn’t know that Gu Mang had treated Qin Yaozhi’s illness. After the unpleasant things Qin Fang and He Yidu said to her just now, she didn’t want to ask them to be the referee.

  Qin Rui was a little surprised, but there was no big change in his expression as he smiled and nodded. “Okay.”


  He asked the staff for a starting pistol.

  “Are you all ready?” Qin Rui looked at the two.

  Gu Mang didn’t reply.

  Yu Shu glanced at Gu Mang, who was expressionless. Contempt flashed in her eyes. “You can start.”


  Qin Rui nodded. He raised up his arm and fired the starting pistol. The next second, Gu Mang and Yu Shu dashed out at the same time. Qin Yaozhi and Meng Jinyang, who were riding ponies, were shocked at what they saw.

  “Is Gu Mang competing against Ms. Yu?” Meng Jinyang watched the two racing at high speeds, her back tense from nervousness. Her face was full of worry.

  On the other hand, Jiang Shenyuan was not worried about Gu Mang. Yu Shu had come up with something to compel the big boss to race against her.

  After being friends with her for so many years, he knew that the big boss would definitely not get herself involved in anything she wasn’t sure she could win.

  He looked at Meng Jinyang gently. “Don’t worry, Gu Mang seems to be good at horse riding.”


  The sound of horses galloping was exhilarating and their speed was amazing. The two were head-to-head during the first lap. No one was clearly winning.

  Qin Fang leaned with his arms resting casually against the guardrail of the racecourse in an idle posture. “Old He, who do you think will win?”