Who would want to ride a horse with him? Sitting in front of him, wouldn’t he take every chance to touch her? Chu Lingzhi rode over on her horse. As she passed by Nangong Yehen, he suddenly reached out an arm to stop her. Chu Lingzhi smiled brightly. “Young Master Nangong, something on your mind?” Could he really be thinking of riding a horse with her? Nangong Yehen curled his lips into a smile. “How about we race?” “What’s the format?” “Whoever reaches the finish line first wins.” “And then?” “The winner gets three requests from the loser.” Chu Lingzhi thought for a moment and agreed readily. Watching her retreating figure, a hint of amusement flickered in Nangong Yehen’s deep, abyss-like eyes. In the entire horse arena, aside from the staff, only the three of them were present. Before coming, Huoluan had already called the horse arena staff. Today, the arena was open exclusively for Nangong Yehen; no one else was allowed entry. Stepping out of the stable, Nangong Yehen leaped gracefully onto the horse’s back. He looked at Chu Lingzhi with a faint, teasing smile. “Need Huoluan to give you a hand?” Hearing this, Huoluan stepped forward. Chu Lingzhi rolled her eyes dismissively. “I’m not some fragile little woman.” With that, she planted one foot in the stirrup and vaulted up, her movements equally smooth and agile. Whether someone can ride a horse is clear from how they mount it. Nangong Yehen watched Chu Lingzhi with that same faint smile—her mounting posture proved she knew how to ride. Settled in the saddle, Chu Lingzhi looked ahead with a grin. “Young Master Nangong, can we start the race now?” “Of course.” “Giddyup—” Chu Lingzhi cracked her whip and squeezed the horse’s flanks with her legs, sending it bolting forward. Nangong Yehen watched her gallop away, the smile in his deep eyes growing richer. Even Huoluan was surprised by how steadily Chu Lingzhi sat on the horse. He looked respectfully at Nangong Yehen. “Master, she really is that girl.” Nangong Yehen smirked, a glint in his eyes. “Giddyup—” On the lush green track, two fine horses raced at full speed. The riders were equally dashing and skilled. Both displayed masterful horsemanship, galloping with a grandeur that was breathtaking. Hearing the hoofbeats behind her, Chu Lingzhi refused to lose to Nangong Yehen and spurred her horse on. Nangong Yehen stayed close behind her. His horse was a tall, powerful black steed, while Chu Lingzhi’s white horse couldn’t match its stamina. Winning against her was simply a matter of whether he felt like it. He enjoyed chasing after her, watching her gallop. She was, after all, special. She knew boxing and riding. The estate’s bodyguards had even told him she took Chu Junyu to the shooting range to play with guns. Moreover, all ten targets set up on the grassy slope had been hit dead center. When he first saw the targets—each shot a perfect ten rings—brought to him by the bodyguards, he couldn’t believe she was the one who shot them. This woman, beautiful in appearance and petite in stature, turned out to be so sharp and cool in action. A woman like that was more suited to stay by his side than others. And she could also bear his offspring. Nangong Yehen deliberately let her win. He was more interested in her three requests. Chu Lingzhi rode back to the starting point stylishly, where Huoluan was waiting with the horses. In the end, Chu Lingzhi was the victor. Whoa— The horse obediently came to a stop. “Miss Chu, watching you like this reminds me of a saying,” Huoluan said, unable to hide his admiration. “What saying?” Chu Lingzhi looked at him, asking cheerfully.