Mark of the destiny

Fei Hong feel jittery, she had to take deep breaths after every few seconds to remain calm sitting with one of the best racers. It was difficult to believe the man who helped her that night was none other than Zhao Zeng!

She opened the book, taking a look at her favourite cars to divert her mind.

"This one's my favourite," he pointed at McLaren MP4/4 car.

"Mmm-hmm" Her hands flexed restlessly as she nodded.

He looked at her for a few seconds, and then finally asked, "Am I making you nervous? Maybe I should have not let you see my face."

Oh hell! She pursed her lips. If it was some other time, she wouldn't be this nervous but now she's not the same famous RJ Fei Hong. Well.. she's still famous but for some other reason.

"It's not you, but me. Aren't you scared your reputation will be stained if someone photographs you with me?"

"It will stain my reputation? Why? Have you done something wrong?"