Chapter 91 The police have been called

Mu Jia sat in his seat for a long time before he uttered a low "hmm" with a slight nasal sound.

"Did you go to the wedding today?"

On the other end of the phone, Xie Siyan's voice came again in a low voice.

It turned out that he hadn't seen her at the wedding at all.

That's right, he came late and left early, and was accompanied by Miss Shen. How could he have the leisure to notice who were the bridesmaids?

Mu Jia subconsciously wrapped his suit jacket tightly around him.

Because she left in a hurry, she only had time to put on a coat over her bridesmaid dress, which barely covered her chest.

Now, the night wind came in through the gaps in the car window, making her exposed calves feel cold.

"Master, please pull over." She suddenly said to the driver.

"Yeah, okay."

The taxi driver responded briefly and turned the steering wheel.

Mu Jia's attention was drawn back to the call. She briefly explained, "I went, but I came back early."

Paused.

"I'm not feeling well."

There was silence for two seconds on the other end of the phone, only a low "Oh" was heard.

"Then you should rest more."

His tone was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"good."

The call ended uneventfully.

Mu Jia held the phone in his palm and turned to look out the window.

The neon lights cast long shadows on the car windows, and she suddenly realized that the surrounding scenery had become unfamiliar.

"Master, stop the car."

Her voice unconsciously rose a few notches.

"Miss, didn't you just tell me to go straight?"

The driver looked at me in confusion through the rearview mirror.

Mu Jia's heart sank suddenly, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the car window armrest.

She suppressed the uneasiness that welled up in her heart and continued as calmly as she could:

"Maybe I said something wrong. Please pull over now."

The street lights outside the car window flickered, shining on her slightly pale face.

This area is a bit desolate.

The driver smiled, and the light illuminated his smile, revealing the wrinkles on his face.

"We can't stop here."

Mu Jia's heart was lifted.

Then he slowly said, "There's a crossroads ahead, and there's a traffic police officer."

Mu Jia followed his gaze and looked towards the road ahead.

In the evening, there were many pedestrians on the roadside, as well as small vendors pushing carts. From time to time, pedestrians stopped and ordered two servings of fried pancakes.

But once you cross the intersection, the surrounding environment immediately becomes desolate.

Shops are closed.

There are no more vendors or pedestrians on the roadside, only vast expanses of wasteland.

Mu Jia was tense. "Just stop right in front, Master."

Mu Jia's finger quietly pressed the car window button.

The night wind rushed in instantly, and she put her other hand on the car door handle.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion.

If the driver doesn't stop the car, it's not impossible to jump out at the current speed of the car.

"Stop the car. Don't force the door open."

The red light at the intersection ahead just happened to turn red. The driver, distracted by talking to her, had slowed down and ultimately failed to rush through before the yellow light turned yellow, so the car slowly stopped at the zebra crossing.

Mu Jia took the opportunity to open the car door. The car was not locked, so she got out.

Mu Jia seized the opportunity, opened the car door and rushed out.

"Why are you running?! I haven't paid for the ride yet!"

The driver yelled angrily behind him, his vulgar curses particularly harsh in the night, "You stinking bitch! I let you get away like this..."

Mu Jia ignored him and ran to the side of the road in her high heels, lowering her head, and then bumped into a figure.

The man reacted very quickly, grabbing her wrist and steadying her staggering body.

"Mujia?"

——

Cheng Yu'an's palm gently fell on her back.

The warm touch came through the thin fabric. His eyes were always fixed on the girl in front of him who lowered her head and breathed rapidly, and his brows were unconsciously frowned.

"What happened?"

He lowered his voice, sounding soothing.

Cheng Yu'an patted her back gently and watched the girl standing there with her head down, breathing heavily.

"What happened?"

Mu Jia held his chest tightly with his hands, and could clearly feel his heart beating inside his chest.

After panting for a while, she was still panicking, but another idea emerged in her mind, pulling her in both directions -

Could it be that she really thought too much?

After getting off the car, she seemed to vaguely hear the driver shouting at her to pay.

Mu Jia raised his head hesitantly, his eyes scanning the main road, his lips pale, "...that car?"

"The car has already left." Cheng Yu'an replied calmly.

At this time, Mu Jia remembered a question.

She turned her head and looked at the person next to her, "Why are you here?"

Cheng Yu'an glanced at her worriedly again, "I just left the hotel and saw you get in a taxi."

He said slowly, "The car looked old and the license plate was obscured. I was worried, so I followed it."

So that's how it is.

Mu Jia was thankful that he discovered it in time and was lucky enough to have happened to see the traffic light change...

Cheng Yu'an didn't ask any more questions. He just patted her shoulder gently and comforted her, "Let's find a place to sit down and rest for a while."

His eyes swept over her still slightly shaking hands, "Let's go to the coffee shop next door."

——

The two sat down in a cafe.

Cheng Yu'an ordered two drinks and pushed one of them, a cup of warm, freshly squeezed orange juice, towards her, "Moisten your throat."

Mu Jia just breathed for a long time in the night wind, patting his chest.

Now her throat was indeed dry, so she no longer refused and took it. She took a sip, and the warm touch spread throughout her body. Only then did she calm down a little, "That driver..."

"I just took a picture of the car and called the police. Someone will investigate."

Mu Jia closed his eyes.

At this moment, his soul returned to its place and he realized how exhausted and weak he was.

"Are you still living in Xingfang International?" Cheng Yu'an asked.

Mu Jia hummed softly.

Cheng Yu'an patted her hand gently and comforted her: "Rest for a while, I will take you back myself later."

The green trees on the roadside cast swaying shadows on the ground outside the cafe.

Mu Jia looked out the window and took in the surroundings. "Are we here now?"

"If we're heading to your house," Cheng Yu'an estimated the distance, "we're probably three kilometers off the navigation."

A strong sense of fear surged in Mu Jia's heart.

She had never thought that the car she hailed at the hotel entrance might encounter bad guys. She lowered her eyes slightly, picked up the glass, took a sip, and relieved the tension that had just surged up again.

Cheng Yu'an must have seen through her thoughts and explained in a gentle voice, "The economic situation has been bad in the past two years, and the pressure to treat the epidemic has increased. It's inevitable that there are places that the police can't reach. Some places in the city may seem to have a better environment and a more upscale atmosphere, but because they are frequented by wealthy people, they are more likely to be targeted by those with ulterior motives."