Chapter 74 Hope and Rebirth Coexist

At noon, Lu Jinyuan gave Jiang Qingying some quiet time to think, as he had hoped. He didn't come to Jiang's company to have lunch with her, but instead accepted a dinner invitation from his business partner.

Jiang Qingying was busy in the office all morning and didn't have time to eat until almost noon.

She usually watches the news while eating, mostly financial news. But today, for some reason, Zhou Yu switched her to the wrong channel, to the breaking news channel.

Today, when her attention wasn't on work, she felt like spacing out and her mind was a bit restless. She didn't realize the channel issue until halfway through her meal, but she was too lazy to care and just played on her phone.

She hadn't had a chance to reply to the message Lu Jinyuan had sent her that morning.

Wolfgang: [I have a lunch appointment, so I won't be able to come. Enjoy your meal.]

Not lending money: [I'm eating.]

Attached is a photo of the food on the table.

Jiang Qingying didn't reply to him for a full two hours. He always seemed to care whether she had eaten or not, and whether she was full.

Lu Jinyuan personally discussed the lunch with the family nutritionist. The meal was not only nutritious but also delicious and visually appealing, allowing her to receive the best therapeutic treatment outside of work.

He is a truly devoted husband and an excellent expectant father.

She looked at the food on the table, pursed her lips, and couldn't understand how he could do so well in such trivial matters, while being a blockhead in other aspects.

After waiting for five minutes without receiving a reply, she simply tossed her phone aside and ignored it.

"At 12:30 PM local time on March 28, a traffic accident occurred in the middle section of Taiping Road in Nanzhou City. A citizen driving a blue Ferrari collided with a black Maybach in the middle section of Taiping Road. Both vehicles were severely damaged. The black Maybach was severely impacted and crashed into a flower bed. The only driver in the car has been sent to the hospital for treatment. The driver of the blue Ferrari fled the scene after the accident, and his condition is currently unknown."

On the television, the female news anchor spoke clearly and melodiously. Jiang Qingying glanced at it casually, and the camera happened to stop at the license plate of the black Maybach. The consecutive numbers on the license plate indicated that the owner was either very wealthy or powerful.

Jiang Qingying was all too familiar with that license plate.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly turned up the volume on the television.

"Eyewitnesses at the scene provided information stating that the blue Ferrari was traveling at an extremely high speed and showed no signs of braking before the collision. Traffic officials at the scene confirmed this with skid marks on the ground. Furthermore, an informant revealed that the owner of the black Maybach is Lu Jinyuan, the president of the Lu Group..."

Upon hearing those three words, Jiang Qingying lost the ability to think. She felt as if she were nailed to her chair and couldn't move until Zhou Yu pushed the door open and entered. Only then did she realize that this was not a dream.

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Half an hour ago.

Lu Jinyuan drove alone to the dinner venue. The car drove smoothly on the road. There was not much traffic or pedestrian flow on Taiping Road, but he did not drive fast, only forty or fifty miles per hour.

Suddenly, a blue Ferrari came towards us. Supercars have a characteristic of making a loud noise when the accelerator is pressed, which can be heard clearly from hundreds of meters away.

The Ferrari came in a straight line, its roar growing louder and louder, loud enough to shatter eardrums. It was also extremely fast, covering a distance of less than 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

Lu Jinyuan eased off the accelerator slightly, facing the car that roared like a wild beast. His face remained cold as usual, and his eyes showed no fear.

Lu Jinyuan estimated the distance, a faint, cold smile appearing on his lips. He finally took his foot off the accelerator and moved it to the brake, pressing it once.

It seemed like a symbolic, perfunctory response.

"Bang—"

A loud crash rang out, followed by the sharp screech of tires scraping against the concrete road, and the screams of a few witnesses.

The Maybach was struck and crashed into the flowerbed, its front end completely wrecked, wisps of gray smoke billowing from it. Lu Jinyuan, in the driver's seat, was slumped over the steering wheel, a horrifying stream of bright red blood streaming from his forehead. A sinister smile played on his lowered face, the excitement of the moment still lingering in his mind.

The physical discomfort assaulted his brain nerves, and the dizziness came only after he had experienced it. Later, all he remembered was the long sirens of the ambulance and the sirens of the police cars.

The long street is filled with a cacophony of sounds, but the quietest thing is the red hibiscus flowers planted on both sides of the road. The spring breeze caresses them, and the light rain lingers on the bright red hearts of the flowers, creating a subtle beauty. In this vibrant life force, hope and rebirth coexist.

The ambulance headed to the city center hospital; the VIP ward was on the top floor of the inpatient department. In the bright corridor, a woman in a sharp business suit walked briskly yet steadily, followed by an assistant providing real-time updates.

"President Lu has received treatment and is currently out of danger," Zhou Yu said, relaying the information he had obtained.

Jiang Qingying stared straight ahead, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Anything else?"

Zhou Yu glanced at Jiang Qingying and said with a heavy expression, "The perpetrator is Lu Yichuan, who was arrested by the police half an hour ago."

Jiang Qingying suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhou Yu, her delicate eyebrows almost furrowed in disbelief. "Half an hour ago?" she asked.

Zhou Yu swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Qingying closed her eyes and let out a cold laugh.

Half an hour ago.

That's a bit too fast.

Jiang Qingying turned around and faced the highest-class VIP ward in front of her. It was less than ten meters away. Her feet were rooted to the spot, her hands were clenched into fists, her eyes were red, and she tried her best to suppress the emotions that were about to burst out.

After a long while, she managed to suppress the urge to turn around and leave.

The ward door opened, revealing a small number of people inside. Lu Jinyuan, dressed in a hospital gown, sat on the bed, Qi Xin stood cautiously to the side, and two senior specialist doctors were also present.

Jiang Qingying stood at the doorway for a few seconds, ignoring everyone's gaze, and made eye contact with Lu Jinyuan for a moment in mid-air, quickly, without even giving him a chance to speak.

She stepped forward, stood in front of the two doctors, and asked expressionlessly, "Is he going to die?"

Both doctors were intimidated by her aura and didn't react for a moment.

The large ward became solemn, and no one dared to utter a sound, not even the renowned head of the Lu family.

One of the doctors, regaining his composure, told her, "Mr. Lu has five stitches in his head and has had X-rays taken. He has a mild concussion, but the other soft tissue contusions are not serious. He just needs to rest for a while. He will have a full-body check-up later, and if everything is fine, he can be discharged."

Another doctor glanced at the patient on the bed, then at Jiang Qingying. The two seemed completely unfamiliar with each other, so he mustered the courage to ask, "Are you a family member?"

Jiang Qingying's eyes, red as garnets with upturned corners, and her bright black eyes were dazzling and captivating. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "No, I went to the wrong place."