"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao heard the sound of collision on the other end and suddenly stood up from the bed.
Earlier, when she returned to her room to hold Wen Yan'an and sleep in, she had another dream.
There was no original owner in the dream, only a ball of white mist.
Wherever she walked, the white mist followed.
Although she was scared, she still mustered her courage and shouted.
Who knew that the white mist rushed directly at her, and she was pulled uncontrollably towards a certain place.
After an unknown amount of time, the darkness around gradually gave way to daylight, and daylight continued to transform into a road.
On the road, a car was speeding.
For some reason, seeing the car speeding by, Fang Miaomiao's heart was in turmoil.
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 constricted.
The two cars collided.
No...
Fang Miaomiao suddenly opened her eyes.
She stared blankly at something.
Thinking of something, she quickly found a staff member, got her phone, and dialed.
"Wen Zhiyan, where are you?"
"In the car, Miaomiao, what's wrong?"
The scenes 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 end.
"Wen Zhiyan, Wen Zhiyan."
Hearing no response, Fang Miaomiao hurriedly got out of bed and staggered to find him.
When she reached the door, Fang Miaomiao heard her phone ring.
She grabbed the phone like a life-saving straw and put it to her ear: "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 replied patiently to Fang Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Just now, while he was on the phone, he saw a car suddenly accelerate towards their car out of the corner of his eye.
Xin Xuanlai quickly turned the steering wheel to dodge to safety. Seeing that they had dodged, the car accelerated again, forcing them towards a dilapidated bridge not far away.
Below the dilapidated 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, looking at the car rushing at them recklessly, "Is this person trying to die? 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, hold on tight."
As they got closer and closer to the dilapidated bridge, the car behind them was still pressing hard.
Xin Xuanlai could even imagine the driver's perverted smile.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the dilapidated bridge ahead, the river below seeming like his final destination.
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.
Bang!
The two cars collided.
Xin Xuanlai poked his head out to look at the smoking area behind them.
"Xin Xuanlai, save him."
Xin Xuanlai's legs were trembling, 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 large 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 that they were on the phone, she said, "Okay, be sure to be careful, I'll wait for you to come back, and then I have something very important to tell you."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Wen Zhiyan immediately dialed emergency services, briefly explaining the situation.
The ambulance arrived quickly, followed by the fire department and police.
"Master Wen."
"How is the situation?"
Xin Xuanlai shook his head, "The situation is not optimistic. The driver who wanted to hit us is seriously injured and has lost too much blood and is unconscious. I don't know if he can be saved."
Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly, "Give the dashcam footage to the police."
A few years ago, he had installed dual cameras on every car after that car accident, and he never expected them to be useful today.
"Okay, Master Wen."
After receiving the dashcam footage, the police asked Wen Zhiyan a few questions and told him they would contact him again later before letting him leave.
Back at the apartment, Wen Zhiyan gave Xin Xuanlai a day off.
He went back to his study, closed all the curtains, and turned on his computer.
He played a video.
The video was very blurry.
Wen Zhiyan watched it over and over until his body trembled before closing the laptop.
He lay in his wheelchair, letting the darkness consume him completely.
Suddenly.
The 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 and paused for a long time: "Are... 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 such a smart person, how could he not know that 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... want to ask me anything?"
After a long pause, Wen Zhiyan's voice came from the other end.
"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, Wen Zhiyan turned on the light and lit a cigarette.
Perhaps he hadn't smoked for a long time.
He coughed involuntarily and stared at the dark ceiling.
The light from the cigarette fell on his finger, as if it felt no pain.
After an unknown amount of time.
He sat up slightly, 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."
With that said.
Wen Zhiyan moved his stiff body, closed the laptop, and pushed his wheelchair out.
...
"Who told you to act without consulting me."
The woman covered her face, looking at the ferocious and terrifying face in disbelief: "Are you sick? Why did you call me over to act on your orders with just one phone call?"
"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 looked at the man who had returned to normal in shock, "No, car accident, what car accident?"
"It wasn't you?"
"What is it me again? What happened to Wen Zhiyan's car accident? Is he dead or not?"
"If he were dead, do you think I would call you?" The man glanced at the woman sitting on the ground, "Wen Zhiyan had a car accident this morning, and the current evidence suggests it was intentional."
"Wen Zhiyan has so many enemies?"
The man's eyes were deep, as if he was lost in thought.