Urban Chronicles: What is a motorcycle compared to a girlfriend?

#FIM Asia Road Racing Championship# [Explosive]
#Champion Racer Qin Yichi# [Explosive]
#God Yichi Top Alpha# [Trending]

Four years later, Qin Yichi shattered the Asian record with a spectacular performance, winning glory for his country. His sheer talent propelled him to the top of the trending charts, sparking a nationwide frenzy and garnering countless fans.

Under the lens of the CCTV live broadcast, the man stood tall and slender, a gold medal resting against his neck. His features were sharp, and his phoenix eyes were deep and intoxicating. He carried himself with the intensity of a fierce, scorching flame. When he wasn't smiling, he looked rather fierce and foul-tempered, as if everyone owed him five million. But that cold expression only made him look even more handsome.

[Holy crap! Brother Yichi actually broke the Asian record? Is he going to participate in the GP race next? My god!!!]
[He looks like a top-tier Alpha with incredibly high fertility.]
[Damn it! Qin Yichi looks like a final boss villain, I so want to be stepped on by him.]
[So cool, so handsome, so wild! (Eyes turning into stars) (Crawling forward in a distorted manner) (Grimacing) (Sprinting forward) (Drooling) (Crawling in the shadows)]
[Who gets it? Everyone in my WeChat circles, men and women alike, has gone crazy.]

Most male celebrities in the entertainment industry possess perfectly symmetrical faces and pale, flawless skin. They are handsome enough, but the audience has gradually grown weary of the aesthetic.

Qin Yichi’s appearance was perfectly timed. His healthy, wheat-toned skin, his "bored-with-the-world" expression, and his unbridled wildness instantly struck the hearts of countless people across all ages and genders.

During the backstage live interview, the reporter asked several professional questions about racing:
"In the May world-class GP race, your idol will also be participating. Are you confident that you will take home a medal?"
Qin Yichi: "Yes."
"How do you feel after breaking the Asian record?"
Qin Yichi: "Great."

After several simple questions, the reporter played their trump card with a sharp tone:
"Today happens to be Valentine's Day. If you have a wife in the future, who would be more important: your wife or your motorcycle?"

In the eyes of the public, many racers are known for their frequent scandals, but Qin Yichi has always been a breath of fresh air. He never seemed interested in the opposite sex, his eyes filled only with his motorcycles. Those who didn't know better would have thought the motorcycle was his wife.

Fans behind their screens thought confidently, "Brother Yichi is so career-driven, he’ll 100% choose the motorcycle!"

However, on camera, Qin Yichi replied decisively: "There is no comparison at all."
He smirked, his arrogant gaze softening into something doting and tender:
"My wife is always the most important person in my heart~"

***

Laughing to death, how could a motorcycle compare to a sweet, soft wife?
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a momentary silence. The reporter and the netizens were completely stunned.

[Wait, brother, are you serious?]
[@Qin Yichi, why do you have to like women? Aren't us men good enough!]
[Didn't God Yichi say he had a girlfriend before? We just never knew who it was, and we don't know if they broke up now...]
[Brother Yichi, you've broken your persona! [Dog head]]

After the interview ended, while netizens were still speculating, a woman crept into the hotel. To avoid the paparazzi, she looked left and right, looking distinctly "suspicious."

As soon as Qiao Zhen knocked on the door, she was suddenly pulled inside and pressed firmly against the door panel.
Qin Yichi removed her mask and sunglasses, tossed her bag aside, and leaned down to kiss her—urgent and fierce.
He missed her.
He missed her to the point of madness.

The lighting in the top-floor hotel suite was dim and intimate, and a faint, lingering fragrance wafted through the air, creating an incredibly enchanting atmosphere. Qiao Zhen’s back was against the door, trapped between the door and the man’s hot, solid chest. She was confined in the small space, unable to move.

"Mm..." She was forced to tilt her head back to meet the aggressive, hot kiss, her eyes becoming hazy.
After all these years, Qin Yichi’s kissing technique had become increasingly masterful—more effortless and adept than before.
And more wicked.

Qin Yichi cupped the back of her head with one hand, while his other hand slowly stroked her waist, over and over again. Like a cunning and fierce wolf, he took the lead in the kiss, easily stirring her into a rippling spring lake. Qiao Zhen felt a tingling sensation at her waist; losing her balance, she felt as if she were swaying, and had to wrap her arms around his neck, grabbing onto him as her only lifeline.

The kiss was fiery.
Yet, Qin Yichi would occasionally let out low, ragged breaths that drifted into Qiao Zhen’s ear. His sexy, seductive voice struck her eardrum with powerful impact. The heat was on in the room, and Qiao Zhen felt so hot that she melted like butter, completely falling into Qin Yichi’s embrace.

In truth, she never had much self-control in front of him.
Qiao Zhen’s eyelashes trembled, and a thin mist of moisture quickly clouded her eyes, the corners of which were stained a soft pink.
It wasn't until she could no longer hold on that Qin Yichi released her waist, straightened up slightly, and said in a low voice:
"I missed you so much."

After her freshman year competition, Qiao Zhen was scouted by several media companies. She eventually signed with an agency and, on the stage of a domestic entertainment music competition, defeated both new and veteran singers to reach the center position, becoming an overnight sensation.

Others said she was lucky, but Qin Yichi knew exactly how hard she had worked in private and how much she had endured to deserve this fame.
Recently, Qiao Zhen had been busy with a nationwide tour and had to record variety shows back-to-back. They hadn't seen each other for almost a month and a half.

Qin Yichi buried his head in her shoulder, wishing he could merge with her.
He, who had been a wild and wicked wolf just moments ago, had now turned into a pitiful little dog seeking comfort.
Qiao Zhen loved it. She pecked his earlobe and cooed sweetly:
"I missed you too. I was watching your race live on the way here. You were so cool, really, really amazing~"

She had also heard the two things he said in the interview:
—"There is no comparison at all."
—"My wife is always the most important person in my heart."

Qiao Zhen’s eyes curved, and she reached out to dotingly ruffle his hair:
"Happy Valentine's Day, Little Yichi~"

Qin Yichi gave a soft "hmm" and leaned down to peck her for a long time before finally letting her go to the bathroom to shower.
Only by holding her tight could he feel a sense of immense satisfaction and security.

After Qiao Zhen finished her comfortable bath, she put on a simple beige nightdress and crawled into bed, sticking her head out:
"Qin Yichi, I prepared a Valentine's Day surprise gift for you~"
She blinked, her dimples showing faintly.

Qin Yichi’s lips curved slightly. As he tidied his clothes, he said in a husky voice:
"Just seeing you and holding you is already a surprise for me."
He didn't know what gift Qiao Zhen had prepared, but as long as it was from her, he would love it and cherish it, no matter what it was.

The sound of splashing water echoed from the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Qin Yichi came out after his shower. He looked around, but there was no one in the room.
Only a small bump was visible under the quilt, looking adorable.

Qin Yichi raised an eyebrow lazily and walked over slowly to pull back the covers. But the next instant, his expression changed slightly. He stood frozen in place, his mind going completely blank.

The Valentine's Day surprise Qiao Zhen had prepared for him was:
A little maid outfit.