Wang Juan was furious. She thought the show was hers for the taking, but Wu Jing suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Wu Jing's position was immediately equal to hers, and with the support of her talk show, her future prospects were limitless.

That day, someone came to the TV station to inquire who produced Chen Hao's program last time. Wang Juan assumed it was just another person trying to get Wu Jing to do an interview, and she dismissed him impatiently.

"Why are you asking? Can't you find it yourself?"

I really don't know how Wu Jing, an intern, could be promoted so quickly, and so many people are looking for her.

The man sensed the bitterness in her words and blocked her way outside the CCTV building when she was leaving get off work.

"You have a problem with Wu Jing, don't you?"

Wang Juan glanced at him dismissively, "What's it to you!"

"Don't misunderstand, I also have a problem with Wu Jing and want to get revenge on her. Could you please identify her later?"

Don't feel burdened; it's just pointing something out.

That person was also entrusted by Chen Hao to find someone. He needed to match the person up, otherwise, if they made a mistake, it would cause a big problem.

Wang Juan didn't say anything on the surface, but when Wu Jing came out of the TV station, she still went up to her and greeted her with a smile.

After saying goodbye, she left, leaving Wu Jing completely confused.

After several busy days, it was Wu Jing's birthday.

Her parents called to ask if she was free to celebrate that evening. She glanced at her schedule and sighed.

"I have another interview today, which was added at the last minute. Editor-in-Chief Wang told me to finish it as soon as possible, so we won't be celebrating."

I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't thought about Yang Xiu at all.

After finishing all her work, she felt a sense of emptiness.

I promised to celebrate her birthday, but I didn't even call her.

That's true. Since I was cold to him, he probably doesn't even remember what I said.

Just then, the cameraman called her, and she quickly grabbed her backpack and set off.

Moses Chan suddenly called the TV station, saying he wanted to give an interview to clarify what had happened before.

Wang Juan was originally going to go, but something came up at the last minute, so she assigned the task to her.

The place they arranged to meet was quite far away, in the suburbs.

The route passes through a winding mountain road.

The station's driver complained of a stomachache before even getting onto the highway, saying he probably ate something wrong at lunch and got acute gastroenteritis.

"Then you should take a taxi to the hospital. I'll drive."

Wu Jing had learned to drive, but her family had never bought a car, so she wasn't very skilled at driving.

The cameraman hadn't even touched the steering wheel.

In order to complete the interview, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead.

On her way to the suburbs, Yang Xiu booked a Western restaurant and decorated it into a sea of ​​pink.

He personally selected everything—balloons, drapes, and pink dolls—and personally arranged everything, all to give Wu Jing a surprise.

But when he called his workplace, they told him that Wu Jing had gone to the eastern suburbs for an interview.

Yang Xiu was filled with regret. She was busy with work; he should have told her in advance.

He was also worried that even if he told her in advance, she would still refuse.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he picked up his car keys and drove towards her workplace.

After driving for more than half an hour, when we reached the mountain road, we saw a bottomless abyss on the right and immediately slowed down a lot.

Good heavens, if a car accident happened here, wouldn't the car be destroyed and people die?

Just then, he saw a car overturned on its side not far away, emitting thick smoke, and a man trying to drag the person in the driver's seat.

Yang Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. When he saw the TV station logo on the car, his heart felt like it was being gripped by a giant hand, and he felt a sharp pain.

He quickly stopped the car and ran over there.

When he finally saw the person in the driver's seat, he felt as if he had been doused with ice water, chilled to the bone.

"Quick, save them!" the cameraman said, his voice trembling with tears, as he saw someone approaching.

Wu Jing, who was wearing a seatbelt, was trapped in the car. Because the car body was deformed, she was unconscious and unable to move. Blood from her head slid down her cheeks in several streams.

"I'll go find some pliers." Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Xiu went back to his car to find some pliers.

When he came over with pliers, he cut the seatbelt and then dragged her out.

The group hadn't gone far when the car made a loud bang, followed by sparks flying everywhere. The car burst into flames, and a plume of black smoke turned the nearby sky black.

The cameraman walked to Yang Xiu's car, put his hand on the car body, and breathed heavily.

That was so exciting! I almost died.

As they were turning a corner, they suddenly encountered a large truck with failed brakes.

If Wu Jing hadn't handled the situation well, they probably would have been the ones whose car had fallen off the cliff.

After hearing what he said, Yang Xiu looked down the cliff and indeed saw the dark shape of a truck, which was also smoking. If no one rescued him in time, the truck would probably explode and burn soon, and the people inside would not be saved.

"You have a mobile phone, call the police right now!"

The cameraman got into the car and made a suggestion to Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu settled Wu Jing in the back seat, helped her lie down, fastened her seatbelt, and then returned to the driver's seat, handing the mobile phone to the cameraman in the passenger seat.

"Go ahead and call, I need to get Wu Jing to the hospital right away."

The cameraman then realized that he knew Wu Jing and had gone to find her specifically.

"My God, if you hadn't come to find Wu Jing, we would both probably have died there." He felt a wave of fear wash over him.

Then, with trembling hands, he dialed the police number.

"Yes, the truck was at the bottom of a cliff on the mountain road. My female colleague and I were rescued by others and were on our way to the hospital."

Okay, we'll keep the phone line open.

After the cameraman called the police, he said to Yang Xiu:

"They're asking all sorts of questions, wasting our time, and we don't even know if the driver can be saved. They also want to find out more about you and ask you to answer the phone anytime."

Yang Xiu pressed his tongue against his back teeth. "Hopefully the driver isn't dead, otherwise this will be treated as a regular accident."

The cameraman looked surprised and asked, "What do you mean? You suspect that the driver hit us on purpose?"

What good would he do? Risk his own life.

Yang Xiu chuckled lightly, "In this world, some things are more terrifying than losing your own life."

The cameraman, not understanding his deeper meaning, stopped talking.

Yang Xiu rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible and then asked the cameraman to call an emergency ambulance.

Watching Wu Jing being lifted onto the hospital bed and wheeled into the emergency room, his heart, which had been clenched with anxiety, was once again gripped by worry.

He was just focused on getting her to the hospital as quickly as possible, but now he's starting to worry about whether she can be saved.

She suffered injuries to her head and body to varying degrees, and was also severely frightened. It's uncertain whether she will survive this ordeal.

Thinking that he couldn't let Wu Jing's parents have any regrets, he dialed her home phone number again.