Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 25: The dream project

JUNJIE

The smell of oil, rubber, and grease greeted me as stepped into the secret garage beneath my office building, calming the chaos in my mind caused by recent events.

I pulled back the cover of the only car present in the garage, revealing the incomplete Formula 1 car—the one thing that had consumed precious years of my life. Eight years to be exact. I let my hand slide across the cold, smooth metal, feeling the weight of every decision that had led me to this moment.

This car wasn’t just a dream; it was my escape, my redemption. When this beauty finally hit the track, everyone—my family, my business associates, hell, the whole world—would know that Feng Junjie was more than a rich kid riding on a trust fund.

This was my way of showing them all I didn’t just inherit success—I built it with my own hands. Every bolt, every curve, every stroke of genius in aerodynamics was mine.

The thought of Daryll’s car engine company crossed my mind. He knows my purpose of reaching him but what he doesn’t know is I’m going to use his company as the stepping stone into the automobile industry, starting with this car. The ultimate slap in the face to people like him.

I glanced at the blueprint pinned to the wall, plans for the engine spread out like a battlefield strategy. I had been working for years with limited knowledge and learned the complications of making a car from scratch, staying late, pouring sweat and effort into perfecting it. But it still wasn’t enough. There were tweaks I needed to make—things weren’t running smoothly yet.

I turned the key; the engine roared to life, shaking the garage walls. The familiar vibration moved through me as I floored the pedal. The tires burned against the pavement, dark smoke filling the air as the speedometer climbed.

150... 160... 170...190....195....

The anticipation built inside me as I pressed harder, watching the needle climb, waiting for that sweet 200mph mark. But then... the engine sputtered, a loud metallic cough, and the speedometer fell, crashing back down toward zero.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, slamming the door as I got out.

The engine was overheating again. I yanked the fire extinguisher off the wall and sprayed it under the hood, dousing the smoke. Frustration knotted in my chest as I kicked the tire, watching the steam evaporate into the night.

I’m close to finishing it.... Maybe a few more tweaks--

The buzz of my phone cut through the stillness. I grabbed it from the workbench. It was her again. Yiren.

Yiren: Bruce! Guess what?! I’m in! They loved the pitch, and I’m presenting it to the management!!! *Dancing girl emoji*

Her excitement practically burst through the screen. I almost smiled. Almost

Of course, she passed the prelim assessment, I was waiting for this message. Um... not waiting. Nope. Nothing.

Normally I don’t interfere with M&A but I was curious to know the results and hence asked Ireine to push her file on top. What would have taken three weeks, got done in three days. Through Ireine I got to know the M&A team thinks it’s a promising investment.

Yiren: I might faint AHHHHHHH !!!!!!

I laughed. She is such a drama.

Bruce: Control yourself, Queen Elizabeth. You can faint after the presentation, that if you don’t faint in front of the management.

Yiren: thanks for reminding me I have the worst yet to come. *puke emoji*

Yiren: Any tips for the next round? Trying not to freak out here.

Bruce: Don’t face plant yourself.

Yiren : *Squinting eye emoji*. You are such a help. Thanks for the brilliant suggestion.

Yiren: You and this Queen Elizabeth thing! I swear one day I’ll find out who you really are. Batman’s true identity won’t stay hidden for long!

Bruce : I’m shaking in my boots. You don’t want to know, trust me.

Yiren: You’re mysterious AND modest AND talented. Deadly combo. Jun is lucky to have you. Maybe when I finally find out who you are, I’ll bake you a cake and try to poach you into my company!

I laughed at that, my voice echoing in the garage.

Bruce: Such a lucrative offer. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell about your motives to the boss?

Yiren: Wow, you really are grumpy. It was Jun who gave me the number, he knows the risks better. Devil emoji*

Yiren: But I’m definitely coming for you, Batman.

The way she casually calls me Jun feels so different. Cozy. Nice.

Bruce: That sounds so wrong.

Yiren: *Multiple laughing emoji* I see you have the same corrupt mind as me. Hm.... I see a potential in us becoming a team.

Bruce: But you said you are broke.

Yiren: Currently. I’ve accepted a few small projects in downtown. By the time I get funds for business, this should do.

My brows furrows. Downtown is not a safe area. The crime rates are high and she has no one to back up.

Bruce: Downtown doesn’t sound nice.

Yiren: Oh I’ll be fine. Have to take some risks. No risk no business.

Bruce: Wait for better offers.

Yiren: No good offer on my table atm. I have to start from somewhere.

My heart doesn’t settle at the mention of her going to the downtown. But what right do I have to stop her?

Bruce: Don’t go alone. Take a friend with you.

Suddenly, my phone rings. Zian’s name flashes on the screen.

"What?" I snap, not in the mood for anything right now.

"Don’t tell me you’re bailing on the weekly sparring again, Jun," Zian’s voice comes through the speaker, a mix of amusement and irritation. "You’ve already missed two sessions. Get your ass to the gym. No excuses."

I roll my eyes, glancing at the engine. It’s still smoking slightly, and I know I need to spend more time working on it. But, truth be told, I could use the break to get out of my head.

"Fine," I mutter, locking up the garage. "But if you’re looking to get beaten up, at least be prepared."

Zian laughs. "Bring it on, little brother."

I get back to Yiren and Bruce’s chat with Yiren’s answer waiting for me.

Yiren: I don’t have friends. This girl is a solo army *Strong bicep emoji*

Yiren: I’ll send you the rough presentation once it’s ready.

Bruce: Take my suggestion. Don’t go alone.

Yiren: Ok sure.

No friends? She had said this earlier as well. A woman like Yiren with no friends doesn’t make any sense. Her personality speaks lots of friends, parties, fun... but other than Ning, her sister, I have never seen anyone with her.

How? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Why?

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