Chu Wuyang handed her passport and ID card to the window staff.

After seeing Chu Wuyang's ID card, the staff member gave him a strange look.

He glanced at Chu Wuyang again, his brows furrowing slightly.

The hand holding the document paused.

My gaze lingered on her face for a moment longer.

He hurriedly looked down at the computer screen, repeatedly checking something.

His expression gradually became serious.

Chu Wuyang sensed something was wrong.

Is there a problem?

The staff did not answer immediately.

Instead, he typed a few more keystrokes, his eyes fixed on the screen.

It looked like they were checking some special information.

After a few seconds, he finally looked up.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

"System notification - Your identity information is abnormal."

"abnormal?"

Chu Wuyang frowned, her tone involuntarily carrying a hint of impatience.

What exactly is the anomaly?

"I haven't done anything illegal, so why can't I even get a plane ticket?"

The staff maintained a cautious and businesslike attitude.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the system doesn't provide detailed instructions, it only indicates that your identity information needs to be manually verified."

This is clearly nonsense.

She is neither a person who has breached trust nor a criminal suspect; it's most likely a system problem.

But a nationwide network system that only targets her is even more impossible.

Chu Wuyang suppressed her inner turmoil.

She knew it was pointless to make things difficult for frontline employees, so she softened her tone.

"Then please return my documents to me. I'll go find your supervisor myself."

But the staff member didn't move; instead, they shook their head with a troubled expression.

"I'm sorry, but according to regulations, we need to temporarily hold your documents until your identity is verified."

"Unable to return."

"Temporary storage?"

"Can't it be returned?"

Chu Wuyang's expression suddenly turned cold, and his voice deepened.

"I'm not a criminal suspect, why are you confiscating my documents?"

"This is the operating procedure under the system risk warning."

The staff member looked apologetic, but still insisted.

"Please cooperate with the verification; we are simply following the rules and regulations."

Chu Wuyang's fingertips trembled slightly, almost as if he was about to have an attack.

But reason told her that someone was definitely behind this.

It's most likely Jingmin.

Aside from him, she couldn't think of anyone else who would deliberately make things difficult for her leaving the country.

Only he has this ability.

Regardless of whether it would affect his recovery or disturb his and his wife's time together in the hospital room,

Without hesitation, she planned to dial that pervert's number.

But the call hadn't been made yet.

The phone screen first displayed a call from Jian Zhou.

Chu Wuyang suppressed her rising anger and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this Miss Chu?"

A somewhat hurried male voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I’m Jian Zhou’s friend. I met him yesterday. He’s the one with the ramen noodle hair.”

Chu Wuyang had an impression of him—the young man who sat next to Jian Zhou last night, laughing rather noisily.

Why would Jianzhou's friend call using his phone?

"Is there something you need?"

The other party didn't waste much time and quickly explained the reason for the call.

“Miss Chu, it’s like this, we played with Jian Zhou too late yesterday, and on the way back... he was in a car accident, he was hit.”

Chu Wuyang gasped.

"You were in a car accident? How could you be so careless?"

"Is the injury serious?"

The voice of the person with the ramen-noodle-shaped haircut carried a hint of soothing.

"He's lucky, his life isn't in danger, he's already had surgery, but... his leg is broken, and he's still in a coma."

Chu Wuyang gripped her phone tightly.

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital now."

"No, no, Miss Chu, there's no need for you to rush over. We brothers are all here, and he's being looked after for now."

The man with the ramen-noodle hair slowed down his speech, but his tone clearly shifted.

"But... I have an urgent matter that I need your help with."

"What is it? Tell me."

There was a pause on the other end, as if he was organizing his thoughts, before he spoke in a low voice.

“Miss Chu, as you know, we brothers are all from ordinary families,”

"It is an immense blessing to have the opportunity to speak with someone as important as you in this lifetime."

“Jian Zhou is the most promising one among us. He is good-looking, smart, and lucky, which is why he got into a big company and met you.”

"Can--"

His tone shifted, becoming somewhat heavy.

"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; we don't know if this counts as his misfortune."

"He has no idea which word or action of his has offended whom, or when?"

"And then... this happened."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wuyang's heart sank, and he roughly guessed the true meaning behind his words.

"You mean, this car accident wasn't an accident?"

"Although it's not entirely certain yet."

The man with the ramen-noodle-like hair took a deep breath, as if making a decision.

"But the driver who hit him was arrogant at the time."

"After hitting someone, he also made some threats: 'Know your place. You've consumed alcohol that doesn't suit your stomach. Be careful not to overeat and end up not knowing how you die. Daring to covet other people's women, breaking a leg is the least of your worries.'"

The voice on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped.

The first dance of Yang's fingertips felt cool.

She hardly needed to verify it to confirm that this was Jing Min's "good deed"!

"Don't worry, I'll handle it. You all take good care of him first, and I... I'll make it up to you."

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