Mick Street, a place in the United States for the middle class to live, neither wealthy nor destitute.

A black luxury sedan stopped in front of number 360 on Mick Street.

"We've arrived, boss."

The driver said to Ai Jieming in the back.

Ai Jieming nodded, gazing at the tightly shut gate through the car window. After pondering for a long time, he finally sighed and got out of the car, heading to the door.

Lifting his hand, he knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Who is it?"

A woman's voice came from inside the house, sounding like she was in her thirties.

Creak.

The slightly rusty door made a metallic rubbing noise and opened.

A slightly frail woman appeared, but her facial features were quite beautiful. Although there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, the tear-filled eyes were quite captivating, with thin lips and hair casually clipped back.

She was dressed in very ordinary clothes, but this woman's figure was hard to conceal.

Still charming.

These four words described her well, although looking at the woman now, perhaps because she hadn't taken care of herself often, her face was a little pale, with some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Yet, her skin was still much better than some women who frequently maintained their appearance.

Presumably, if she dressed up and took care of herself properly, this woman would certainly be a beautiful and charming young woman.

Seeing this woman, a flash of excitement crossed Ai Jieming's eyes. He had just opened his mouth to say "Xiu," but the woman's face turned ugly, and she spat out the word "Go," before slamming the door shut with a bang.

Ai Jieming's expression shifted constantly.

The Highway Hero Team, now the number one team in the Professional Racing Alliance in the United States, and as the team owner, his status and position were naturally very high. He also had other influences in the United States, so he was a big figure who usually received flattery and compliments and had never been treated like this.

If it were someone else, Ai Jieming might have already had someone humiliate this woman who didn't know better, and then toss her into some place to make a living.

After all, considering Ai Jieming's status, it was normal for him to be acquainted with some local gang members.

But that was for other women; for the woman in front of him, despite the anger burning inside, he didn't dare to lash out.

He could only brace himself, knowing full well that he would definitely be verbally abused again in a moment, but still knocked on the door: "Xiu, open the door, I have something to tell you..."

Bang.

The sound of something heavy being thrown against the door came, followed closely by that woman's roar: "Get lost! The farther you go, the better. Didn't I tell you that I would never see you again in this lifetime?"

Ai Jieming bit tightly on his molars, standing there. He really wanted to leave right now and never see this woman.

The driver in the luxury sedan saw his boss in such an awkward situation and shook his head, sighing: "The boss is also a sentimental person, enduring so much for this woman over the years, and every time he comes, he is treated like this."

He also didn't understand; his boss could have any woman he wanted, yet he remained unmoved by all others, only dedicated to this woman who shouted at him every time.

Though the woman was still very pretty, she was past her prime and no longer a great beauty; why was the boss so infatuated? The driver couldn't understand!

To be honest, Ai Jieming himself didn't quite understand either.

Once upon a time, he thought he would no longer care about this woman. For years, since she came to the United States, he had helped her in the dark, and even helped her son, Ye Qiu, join the team, providing him with a good livelihood.

Yet, this woman never appreciated it, always lashing out at him.

Several times, Ai Jieming wanted to stop caring out of anger, but then he thought, after all, he was in the wrong in the first place. If not for his past mistakes, she wouldn't be like this now.

Perhaps now they would be living a harmonious and happy life.

Moreover, deep in his heart, he did indeed like this woman.

So, although Ai Jieming was infuriated today, he still didn't leave. After she finished scolding, he knocked on the door again, saying: "Xiu, please open the door, I really have something to tell you about Ye Qiu."

This time, the woman didn't scold but fell silent.

Outside the door, Ai Jieming waited quietly.

Click.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the door clicked open, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. Ai Jieming, however, was overjoyed, quickly stepping inside.

After closing the door, looking at the simple decor inside, he twitched his mouth and sighed, speaking to the woman sitting on the worn-out sofa: "Xiu, why put yourself through this? Why not use the money I've given you all these years, why live like this on purpose, do you really want me to feel guilty for a lifetime?"

The woman looked coldly at Ai Jieming and said: "Talk about my son Ye Qiu."

Seeing the woman unwilling to speak much with him, realizing his chance to communicate with her was limited, he quickly said: "It's like this..."

"Talk while sitting." The woman pointed to a chair beside her.

Ai Jieming was stunned, then looking at the woman, said joyfully, "Xiu, you still..."

"No nonsense."

Ai Jieming said no more, happily sat on the chair, then looking at the woman's face, said: "I've got news that Ye Qiu's strength is back again, he can race again now."

"What?"

The woman's expression changed, but it wasn't joy; it was serious, and she sighed, "He can race again? How can he touch that wretched thing again?"

"Xiu, this is great news. Ye Qiu can fulfill his dream; you should be happy." Said Ai Jieming.

The woman sneered: "Happy, is this great news? Do you think so? If not for this cursed racing, would I be like this now, would you and he become unable to even be brothers, but rather at odds?"

The woman's words stabbed into Ai Jieming's heart like a knife, making him feel a sharp pain.

She looked at his now-pained expression and laughed: "Hit a nerve, did I? Haha, if it weren't for this wretched racing, maybe I'd marry a good man by now, living a good life, not like this."

"You can still live a good life now; I can give you that, but you refuse." Ai Jieming said.

The woman laughed: "You made me like this, and I want to let you see me live like this, making you torment yourself inside, causing you guilt for a lifetime."

Ai Jieming took a deep breath and said: "Xiu, why do you treat me like this? You know I love you; what I did back then was because I loved you too much. I didn't want you to marry him."

"Haha, even if that's the case, so what? He was your brother, calling him big brother all the time, the brother who raised you, yet on his wedding night, you did that to your sister-in-law; you, haha..."

Ai Jieming's face turned ugly; he suddenly stood up, turning to leave, seemingly too embarrassed and angry to remain from the woman's words.

But as he reached the door, he paused, recalling what he came to do, he turned back and asked: "I have a question, Ye Qiu, whose child is he really?"

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