"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao heard the sound of a collision from the other side and suddenly stood up from the bed.
Earlier, when she returned to her room to hold Wen Yanan while falling back asleep, she had another dream.
In the dream, there was no original owner, just a ball of white mist.
Wherever she walked, the white mist followed.
Although she was scared, she mustered up the courage to shout.
Who knew that the white mist would charge at her, and she was uncontrollably pulled towards a place.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the darkness around gradually gave way to daylight, and the daylight continued to transform into a road.
On the road, a car was speeding.
For some reason, looking at that rapidly moving car, Fang Miaomiao's heart became incredibly restless.
Suddenly, she thought of something, her head turned, and she saw a car approaching her.
She recognized the driver of the car.
Xin Xuanlai.
Fang Miaomiao's heart lurched.
The two cars collided.
No…
Fang Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes.
She stared blankly at a certain spot.
Thinking of something, she quickly found a staff member, got her phone, and made a call.
"Wen Zhiyan, where are you?"
"In the car, Miaomiao, what's wrong?"
The scene from her dream kept flashing in Fang Miaomiao's mind.
"Leave, leave there." she shouted.
Before Wen Zhiyan could speak, Fang Miaomiao heard a tearing sound from the other side.
"Wen Zhiyan, Wen Zhiyan."
Unable to hear him, Fang Miaomiao hurried out of bed, staggering as she tried to find him.
When she reached the doorway, Fang Miaomiao heard her phone ring.
She clutched the phone to her ear as if it were a lifeline: "Wen Zhiyan?"
"Miaomiao, it's okay, I'm fine."
"Wen Zhiyan."
Hearing his voice, Fang Miaomiao felt all her strength drain away, and she collapsed onto the floor.
"I'm here."
"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao kept calling Wen Zhiyan's name.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the two smoking cars not far away and responded to Fang Miaomiao patiently, "Miaomiao, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Just now, while he was on the phone, he saw out of the corner of his eye a car suddenly accelerate and charge towards their car.
Xin Xuanlai, with quick reflexes, turned the steering wheel to dodge to safety. Seeing them dodge, the car accelerated again and forced them towards a broken bridge not far away.
Below the broken bridge was a rapidly flowing river; if the car fell into the water, they would surely die.
"Damn it." Xin Xuanlai cursed through gritted teeth as he looked at the car that was recklessly charging at them. "Is this person suicidal? Master Wen, hold on tight."
"Be careful."
Xin Xuanlai gripped the steering wheel tightly, swallowed, his expression tense, and he joked, "Of course, we need to be careful, Master Wen, just hold on tight."
They were getting closer and closer to the broken bridge, and the car behind them was still pursuing them relentlessly.
Xin Xuanlai could even imagine the driver's perverted smile.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the broken bridge ahead, the river below seemingly his final resting place.
He held the brocade pouch he had just obtained in one hand and his phone in the other.
Miaomiao.
Xin Xuanlai gritted his teeth, "Damn it, if you keep pushing, believe me, I'll take you down with me."
And at this critical moment.
A truck rushed out.
Seizing the opportunity, Xin Xuanlai frantically turned the steering wheel.
Crash!
The two cars collided.
Xin Xuanlai poked his head out and looked at the smoking area behind them.
"Xin Xuanlai, save them."
Xin Xuanlai's legs trembled, but thinking that the truck driver had saved their lives, he forced himself to calm down and got out of the car to rescue the driver of the truck.
"Miaomiao, I'm fine. We had a car accident here, and I need to hang up and call emergency services. I'll call you back later, okay?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded, remembering they were on the phone, and said, "Okay, be careful, I'll wait for you to come back, and I have something very important to tell you."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Wen Zhiyan immediately called emergency services and briefly explained the situation.
The ambulance arrived quickly, followed by the fire department and police.
"Master Wen."
"What's the situation?"
Xin Xuanlai shook his head. "The situation is not optimistic. The driver who tried to hit us is seriously injured, has lost a lot of blood, and is unconscious. I don't know if he'll survive."
Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly. "Give the dashcam footage to the police."
After the car accident a few years ago, he had installed dual cameras in every car, never expecting them to be useful today.
"Yes, Master Wen."
After receiving the dashcam footage, the police asked Wen Zhiyan a few questions and told him they would contact him later before letting him leave.
Back at the apartment, Wen Zhiyan gave Xin Xuanlai a day off.
He returned to his study, closed all the curtains, and opened his computer.
He played a video.
The video was very blurry.
Wen Zhiyan watched it again and again until his body trembled before closing the laptop.
He lay in his wheelchair, letting the darkness consume him completely.
Suddenly.
His phone rang.
It was Chen Tianming.
He remembered that he had forgotten to call Miaomiao back.
He answered.
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao listened to the hoarse voice on the other end of the phone and paused for a moment: "Are you, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Miaomiao, don't worry."
Listening to his breathing, Fang Miaomiao didn't know what to say for a moment.
She had something to hide from Wen Zhiyan, but she also knew that Wen Zhiyan was a very smart person, how could he not know she was hiding something from him.
But, should she really say it?
She didn't know.
Especially this dream.
Fang Miaomiao gritted her teeth and said, "Do you have anything you want to ask me?"
After a long pause, Wen Zhiyan's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"If Miaomiao wants to say it, I'm willing to listen. If Miaomiao doesn't want to say it, I'll wait until Miaomiao tells me."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhiyan turned on the light and lit a cigarette.
Perhaps he hadn't smoked in a long time.
He coughed unaccustomed to it, staring intently at the dark ceiling.
The flame of the cigarette fell on his finger, as if he felt no pain.
After an unknown amount of time.
He sat up slightly and opened the computer video again.
The video was not long, only a minute or two.
He watched it over and over again.
Until evening.
He sneered, "Want to play? Then, I'll play with you properly."
As he finished speaking.
Wen Zhiyan moved his stiff body, closed the laptop, and pushed his wheelchair out.
…
"Who told you to act without discussing it with me."
The woman covered her face, looking in disbelief at the ferocious and terrifying face: "Are you crazy? What did I do to make you call me over to act?"
"Wen Zhiyan's car accident, was it you?"
"Are you crazy? How long ago was that, and you're still bringing it up…" The woman's voice stopped abruptly, and she stared at the man, who had returned to normal, in surprise. "No, car accident, what car accident?"
"It wasn't you?"
"What's it me again? What car accident did Wen Zhiyan have? Is he dead?"
"If he were dead, do you think I'd be calling you?" The man glanced at the woman sitting on the floor. "Wen Zhiyan had a car accident this morning, and current evidence suggests it was deliberate."
"Wen Zhiyan has so many enemies?"
The man's eyes were deep, as if lost in thought.