Beta Chapter 37: Fear

Chapter 37: Fear

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

At the top-tier Supercar Club on Pan Mountain Road, the minimum entry standard is a Porsche Carrera 911 or higher model. Vehicles below this level require a current member’s recommendation for admission, and there’s a mandatory requirement that assets must exceed 50 million. Therefore, the people who can enter the club are either wealthy or noble, especially the young masters from affluent families. Among them, the one with the most top-notch supercars in the club is none other than Luo Songran from the Galaxy Group, especially among the circle of young people, the number is enviable. It can only be said that there are still differences between dads.

By the brightly lit racetrack, a tall and handsome alpha with gray hair leaned against the railing smoking a cigarette. He wore black trendy workwear, with a demeanor that was indifferent and somewhat unruly. He lowered his gaze, exhaling white smoke slowly from his lips, tapping the cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette butt glowing and extinguishing, the ashes drifting away with the wind.

“Master Yu, Young Master Luo will be here tonight.”

Alpha Yu Meng, known as Master Yu, held the cigarette between his teeth absentmindedly, casually raising his head to look at Lu Zhuosheng who spoke. Squinting, he said, “You’re useless too. Can’t even handle a beta. I don’t even know what I have you for.”

“Master Yu, you also know what kind of temper Young Master Luo has. If he likes someone, he likes them. If he doesn’t, he won’t even spare them a glance. That’s not something I can decide.”

“Hmph.” Master Yu scoffed, “He’s just relying on having a good dad.”

“Yu Meng, you’re nothing without your dad.”

Just as Master Yu’s words fell, a figure emerged from the side door. Lu Zhuosheng looked over at the sound, his eyes brightening briefly when he saw who it was, but then quickly returning to normal.

Luo Songran played with the car keys in his hand, leisurely walking towards the two alphas under the bright lights at the end of the track. He stopped a few steps away from them, his gaze falling on Yu Meng, the bitter scent of nicotine making his face show a hint of disgust.

“If you called me here to apologize, then speak up now.”

Yu Meng took the cigarette out of his mouth, casually hanging it by his side as he looked at Luo Songran, whom he hadn’t seen for a month. Perhaps he had dyed his gray hair back to its original brown, and now he looked obedient and pretty, much more attractive than the omegas he knew. But no matter how good-looking he was, Yu Meng understood his temper. He looked down on everyone, just because he was an A-class beta? What was there to be proud of?

“Who said I called you here to apologize? Did I do something wrong?” Yu Meng flicked the ashes off the cigarette butt, then took another drag, pulling out his car keys and unlocking the new car not far away. “I just wanted to show you my new car.”

The car’s headlights flashed. It was a limited edition Bugatti Veyron supercar, with a black carbon fiber body gleaming under the lights, adorned with red racing stripes, exuding wildness.

Luo Songran raised an eyebrow. “Super Sport 800? This car costs at least forty million.”

“How about it, nice, right?” Yu Meng looked at Luo Songran, as if hoping to see the reaction he wanted from the man’s face, to satisfy the dissatisfaction he had been suppressed by, but there was none.

Luo Songran nodded. “Nice, but looks aren’t everything.”

Yu Meng’s expression sank suddenly. “Luo Songran, can’t you put aside your arrogance and show some respect? I wanted to share my new car with you as soon as I got it. What’s with your attitude?”

“If you want me to respect you, you have to respect me too. Have you done that? You deliberately bumped into me at the finish line last time, and this time the referee ruled the rear-end collision as an accident. But do you think I didn’t see it? It was just to prevent me from participating in the finals. Well, now you got what you wanted. I won’t be racing bikes anymore.” Luo Songran said indifferently, glancing at Lu Zhuosheng next to Yu Meng. He shifted his gaze away the next second.

“Not racing bikes anymore?” Yu Meng was stunned for two seconds when he heard this. “Then who will race with me?”

Without a competitor, what’s the point?

Luo Songran pointed to Lu Zhuosheng with his chin. “There, isn’t he the best one to play with you? Oh, by the way, the reason I came tonight is to have one last race with you.”

“One last?” Yu Meng frowned. “You’re not even racing supercars anymore?”

Luo Songran twirled the car keys in his hand, bored. “Not playing. I’m quitting the club too, so tonight I’ll race with you in a car I’ve never driven before.”

About two minutes later, a bright red sports car emerged from the garage. Yu Meng’s eyes widened instantly, filled with amazement and desire. Dodge Challenger SRT Demon. This car is almost unseen in China, you can’t even buy it. This car, once on the scene, can easily outshine top supercars like Porsche and Ferrari because this Demon is currently the most powerful supercar in the world. ¹

The car window rolled down slowly, and Luo Songran rested his arm on the edge. Looking at the two men outside, he smiled harmlessly, his eyes curving. “I’ve modified this car. The engine’s max power can reach 1,700 horsepower. Let’s see if this Demon can outrun your little beauty.”

Yu Meng was speechless. His latest car only boasted 1,600 horsepower. How had this guy turned the Demon into such a monstrous machine?

As night deepened, the racetrack was brightly lit, illuminating every corner. At the finish line, the two supercars roared like leopards, ready to pounce.

Above the racetrack, the red lights began to count down, one by one.

The moment the final light went out, the two cars shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow, tearing through the night’s restraints. Their silhouettes vied with the bright lights for dominance.

Luo Songran gripped the steering wheel, his gaze steady as he eyed the approaching turn. Expressionless, he floored the accelerator. The car’s exhilarating roar and the powerful thrust pinned him back into his seat, pushing adrenaline to its peak.

He enjoyed thrill-seeking—racing, extreme sports—because they allowed him to release the emotions he sought to suppress.

Much like music conveys what words cannot, the roar of a supercar was an indescribable art form—one that ignited passion.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He never pursued perfection excessively and allowed himself to have flaws. Nothing could stop him from doing what he wanted.

Take the finals, for example. He could have defied his family’s objections and quit outright, but he didn’t. After his tantrum and rebellion, he ultimately chose to withdraw from the race. Races could happen countless times, but his family was one of a kind.

His decisions were his alone to make. Unless he was truly convinced otherwise, no one could make him change his mind. That included why he showed up tonight. He could’ve stayed away but came to make a choice.

Tonight’s race marked his final farewell to racing. He meant it.

The fiery red Demon blazed around the corner with flawless precision, the tires skidding sharply against the track and kicking up a cloud of dust. The drift widened the gap between him and the 800 trailing behind. Straightening the car, the Demon unleashed its full power in the final sprint, its roaring engine echoing through the sky.

The Dodge SRT Demon had never undergone road tests due to its overwhelming performance, and few dared to drive it. Now, its capabilities shone, resembling a rule-abiding cheetah on the track.

As Luo Songran crossed the finish line, inertia slammed his back against the seat. When the car stopped, a wave of discomfort churned in his stomach.

Gripping the wheel, he leaned back and rested for a moment, oblivious to how pale he looked.

Yu Meng, who had just crossed the line, rolled down his window and looked at the fiery red Demon beside him. “Luo Songran, are you sure you’re done racing for good?”

The Demon’s window lowered, revealing a pale but spirited face. Luo Songran raised his middle finger at Yu Meng and smirked. “You? Play with me? Keep dreaming. I’m out.”

“Damn…” Yu Meng cursed, teeth grinding in frustration, but there was nothing he could do.

Luo Songran put his hand down, his harmless smile full of mischief, savoring his small victory.

He had no idea that his little stunt had already been discovered.

Duan Yizhou had come home that evening to find the house empty. Calls to the little troublemaker went unanswered, and Luo Songran hadn’t told him where he’d gone. Tracking the location via Luo Songran’s memory chip led Duan Yizhou to the club.

Standing outside, Duan Yizhou waited, his face dark, eyes fixed on the entrance.

Finally, the person he’d been waiting for appeared, walking out with another guy’s arm around his shoulders.

“Luo Shao, are you sure you can make it home?”

Luo Songran brushed off Lu Zhuosheng’s hand. Lately, he really didn’t like Alphas being too close—it felt completely different now. “I’ve already called for a car. I’ll leave the Demon here tonight and have the insurance company pick it up tomorrow.”

“Let me drive you home.” Lu Zhuosheng frowned, concerned by Luo Songran’s pale complexion. “You look awful. Has no one been taking care of you?”

Luo Songran thought, Awful? I’ve been treated like a pampered pig.

“Luo Songran.”

His steps froze. He looked up sharply and saw, right in front of him by a sleek black car, Duan Yizhou in a suit, face grim and eyes fixed on him. His heart sank.

Huh?

Why is he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be busy tonight?

Wait… Did I forget to tell him where I was going?

No, wait… Didn’t I promise him I wouldn’t race anymore?

Oh no. This is bad.

Quickly, he shoved Lu Zhuosheng’s hand away and cleared his throat. “Uh—”

“We’ll talk at home,” Duan Yizhou interrupted, opening the passenger door, his tone cold.

Speechless, Luo Songran hesitated but felt that damn oppressive aura again.

Duan Yizhou watched as Luo Songran walked over, bent down, and got into the passenger seat. But as soon as he settled, Duan Yizhou noticed his pale face. “What were you doing just now?”

Caught, Luo Songran glanced at him nervously, then out the window. “…Drove a few laps.”

“How fast?”

Luo Songran had thought that if Duan Yizhou was into driving, his speed would definitely be ridiculously fast, especially since he was driving the Demon tonight. Quietly, he muttered a lower speed, “Two—”

With a loud bang, the passenger door slammed shut. Luo Songran flinched, his neck shrinking instinctively. Staring in shock at Duan Yizhou, who was now settling into the driver’s seat, he swallowed hard and clutched his seatbelt.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you home to deal with you.” Duan Yizhou’s tone was cold as he buckled up and drove off.

Luo Songran was left speechless. Hah, this man is really pushing his limits more and more. Just because he has a bad temper, he thinks he’s so great? I’ve got a temper too, you know! Lowering his head, he guiltily began fiddling with his fingers.

Once they got home, Luo Songran could feel the oppressive aura radiating from Duan Yizhou. It was the kind of low-pressure atmosphere that screamed “don’t come near me.” The cockiness in his mind quickly bowed to reason. He decided not to provoke the man and headed to the kitchen in search of food.

“Come here.”

He hadn’t even reached the kitchen when the man on the sofa called out in a low voice.

Luo Songran froze, his back stiffening. Turning around, he muttered, “…What now? I’m hungry.”

“Come here. Don’t make me say it a third time.” Duan Yizhou’s tone was icy as he lowered his gaze and began unbuttoning the cuffs of his black shirt.

Luo Songran glanced at him—leaning casually on the sofa yet exuding a suffocating pressure. Even the simple act of unbuttoning his cuffs seemed intimidating. Reluctantly, he walked over and sat beside Duan Yizhou. “I said I’m hungry,” he muttered under his breath. It’s not like anything happened when I was driving, so why the black face?

“What did I tell you this morning?” Duan Yizhou asked sternly. “Didn’t I say you weren’t allowed to drive? How did you promise me?”

Hearing his accusatory tone, Luo Songran frowned, a flicker of irritation rising within him, though he knew he was in the wrong. “…I forgot. It won’t happen again, okay?”

“And who was that man?” Duan Yizhou pressed further.

Luo Songran could tell he was truly angry this time. The oppressive air made him uneasy, even scared. Trying to defuse the tension, he rested his head on Duan Yizhou’s lap, wrapped his arms around the man’s, and smiled to lighten the mood. “Just a friend. Absolutely no romantic ties, I promise. And nothing happened while I was driving, right? Don’t stress.”

“Are you sure?”

Before he could respond, Duan Yizhou bent down, wrapping an arm around Luo Songran’s shoulders. The smaller man remained frozen, still lying on his lap. With one arm encircling Luo Songran’s upper body and a strong hand gripping his arm, Duan Yizhou gazed at him, his expression dark behind gold-rimmed glasses.

The pressure of their size difference and the overwhelming sense of control left Luo Songran unable to escape. He met Duan Yizhou’s gaze and felt a shiver run through him. Attempting to sit up, he found himself held firmly in place. “…If you have something to say, say it properly. You’re scaring me.”

“When have I not spoken to you properly, Luo Songran? You’re the one who scared me.” Duan Yizhou’s frown deepened as he examined Luo Songran’s slightly pale face. His tone was heavy. “Are you certain you didn’t get hurt anywhere?”

The seriousness in his voice made Luo Songran feel a pang of grievance. “…Why are you so fierce?”

He wanted to argue but realized he had no grounds. He hadn’t told Duan Yizhou where he was going, and despite promising not to drive, he had done so anyway. Swallowing his defiance, he remained silent. I still haven’t adjusted to the idea of reporting my every move.

“Do you truly understand your mistake? You’re pregnant, yet you went driving and dared to hit 200 miles per hour?” Duan Yizhou’s voice dropped further as he stared at the teary-eyed man in his arms, struggling to suppress his panic and anger.

He couldn’t shake the thought of what could have happened at such high speeds. If anything went wrong…

Luo Songran bit his lip, refusing to admit fault. Why does he get to control me like this? Unable to break free, he chose to give up resisting altogether, turning his face away and ignoring Duan Yizhou.

“Luo Songran, you promised me you wouldn’t drive.”

Still silent, Luo Songran crossed his arms and huffed. So what if I promised? I went to quit the club tonight, didn’t I? Why does he have to be so harsh?

“Luo Songran, do you know what you did wrong?” Duan Yizhou repeated, his tone firm.

Hearing his full name again, Luo Songran felt his irritation boil over. Red-eyed, he glared up at Duan Yizhou. “I already said nothing happened! Yes, I didn’t tell you where I was going, and yes, I promised not to drive. I just forgot, okay? Why can’t you let it go?!”

He tried to sit up but couldn’t break free. Frustrated, he kicked out, to no avail.

“This isn’t a minor slip-up. To me, any harm to you is a major incident—something that cannot happen. And you promised to tell me where you were going and what you were doing. I’ll ask you one last time: do you understand your mistake?” Duan Yizhou’s grip tightened slightly as he gazed at the fuming man in his arms.

Luo Songran’s chest heaved as he glared up at him, tears welling up in his eyes. Anger and frustration bubbled over, and he finally snapped, “Fine! I know I was wrong, okay?!”

Tears spilled over, dripping onto Duan Yizhou’s arm.

After a moment of silence, Duan Yizhou wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand. “Will you still hide things from me?”

Luo Songran wiped away the tears that had been spilling down his cheeks, his face burning with frustration and embarrassment. He had never imagined that someone would care so much about him, especially to the point of fearing for his safety. The anger he felt was now mixing with something more vulnerable—something he didn’t quite know how to deal with.

Duan Yizhou’s hands were gentle as they cupped his face, lifting his chin to meet his gaze. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it held the weight of his concern. “You don’t understand, do you? It’s not just about you breaking promises or going against what we talked about. It’s about the fact that when you’re not okay, it’s me who’s left worrying.”

Luo Songran opened his mouth to protest, to argue that he didn’t need anyone to act like this over him, but he found that he couldn’t. The words caught in his throat, strangled by the overwhelming tenderness in Duan Yizhou’s eyes. His heart felt lighter than it had in days, but also heavier, as if the weight of someone else’s care was something he wasn’t quite ready to bear.

“You’re my responsibility, Luo Songran,” Duan Yizhou continued, his voice firm but not unkind. “And it’s my job to make sure you’re safe. Always. Even if you don’t want me to.”

Luo Songran closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he leaned into the warmth of Duan Yizhou’s chest. His earlier anger dissolved into a quiet sort of surrender. “I know,” he whispered, the words thick with regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry like this.”

Duan Yizhou’s arms tightened around him, pulling him closer, as if to assure himself that Luo Songran was truly there, truly safe. “Just promise me you won’t do it again. For both of us.”

Luo Songran didn’t answer immediately. He simply nodded, letting the comfort of the moment settle around them like a quiet promise.

 

 

 

 

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