Chapter 488: Chapter 488: The Aura of Gu Family’s Desperate Fugitives
Sheng Tang caught a cold and had a fever, just a minor illness, clearly she could go home as soon as the fever subsided.
But Gu Shiting made a fuss and insisted she stay in the hospital for two days.
After two days, it was the weekend again. Her cold symptoms had greatly reduced, she no longer sneezed, and her cough had improved by ninety percent, only occasionally coughing once.
On the day she was discharged, her legs felt a bit sore when walking.
Gu Shiting noticed and immediately lifted her up in his arms, carrying her out of the hospital.
Sheng Tang wrapped her arms around his neck, startled.
Her grandmother and the young nurses were all secretly laughing.
She pretended not to notice.
Another weekend had arrived in no time.
On the weekend, Mrs. Gu personally called Sheng Tang, inviting her to the house for lunch, saying that Gu Shiyan and Mr. Gu would be back today, and the family could have a lively gathering.
Having heard that Sheng Tang was hospitalized at night, Gu Shiyan made a fuss too.
She and Gu Shiting were truly brother and sister, equally annoying.
"Really, it’s nothing!" Sheng Tang said, "Just a cold, I’m completely recovered now."
Gu Shiyan breathed a sigh of relief.
A common cold and fever wouldn’t hurt the muscles and bones, Sheng Tang indeed was fine now.
"Tangtang, can you drive?" Gu Shiyan asked her.
Sheng Tang could, but she hadn’t obtained a driver’s license in this world yet. Driving without a license was not acceptable, so she shook her head.
"That’s no problem." Miss Gu’s heart was broader than the Pacific Ocean, "You can ride in the same car with Ting, we’re going out to play later, go racing!"
Sheng Tang: "Where to race?"
"I have a friend who developed a racing club in the suburbs, it’s at Bai Shui Mountain in the south of the city. You can race on the mountain roads, thrilling and exciting, really fun." Gu Shiyan said excitedly.
Sheng Tang: "..."
It sounded so dangerous.
Isn’t this courting death?
However, when she glanced at Mrs. Gu and Mr. Gu, neither parent showed any signs of disapproval.
It was evident that "having a big heart" was a trait of the Gu Family.
People from their family somewhat possessed a daredevil’s spirit, not the kind of controlling parents, nor the spoiled kids.
Sheng Tang was speechless.
"Shall we go?" She asked Gu Shiting and Sheng Tang, "Song Chen and I are going too."
"Don’t worry, Tangtang, the tracks there are all equipped with guardrails, it won’t be very dangerous." Song Chen said, "Occasional excitement helps balance the mind and body."
Mrs. Gu also said, "You can go and have fun."
As the mistress of the Gu Family, Mrs. Gu certainly knew the racing club Gu Shiyan mentioned was dangerous, with car accidents and injuries being quite normal.
But for children of top aristocratic families, they can access more stimulating experiences.
They are all young people, who hasn’t fantasized about adventure in their youth? If not allowing them to race at clubs, should they seek thrill through gambling or drugs for mental stimulation?
Youngsters’ excessive hormones always need an outlet. Blocking it strongly will only make it worse.
Getting a minor injury or breaking a few bones won’t be life-threatening.
Mrs. Gu, exuding dominance, felt that life and death are determined by fate. If racing could kill them, it was fate.
Sheng Tang looked at her, thinking: "If I become a mother in the future, I must learn from Mrs. Gu. Being a parent, you really can’t focus all your attention on the children, otherwise it’s exhausting for yourself and even more so for the kids."
"Tangtang, what do you think?" Gu Shiting also asked her.
He also wanted to go and join the fun.
Sheng Tang said, "Then let’s go."
Gu Shiyan was overjoyed, clapping her hands: "Great, I’ll book the track immediately!"
After the four of them went out, Mrs. Gu sensed something was amiss and said to Old Master Gu, "Why is Yanyan always dragging Tangtang and Ting to play together lately? She isn’t the type to take care of the kids."
Old Master Gu smiled mysteriously: "Your daughter, her purpose isn’t the wine itself."
"What do you mean?"
