Chapter 139 Indifference

The police were startled by her sudden action. Looking down at her pale face, they immediately understood what was going on.

"We are still verifying the identities of the injured, and we cannot confirm the specific list immediately. Please calm down..."

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears welled up in them but refused to fall.

"Then... could I go in and take a look? Just one look! Please! I know which car he's in, I just need to see him!"

She knew which car he was driving today.

The dark gray Bentley Continental GT had a small scratch on the right side of the car that he once jokingly called a "medal of love".

She could recognize him at a glance if he were inside.

The policeman shook his head, his tone steady.

"Madam, you can't go in. Going in will only cause trouble and delay the rescue."

She grabbed the other person's sleeve, her voice trembling.

"Please... My friend might be inside. I won't go close, I'll just take a look from afar, just one look... Please, I really won't bother anyone..."

The policeman gently pulled his hand away from hers.

"Excuse me, could you please step back and not interfere with the rescue efforts? Every second counts, and we need to maintain order at the scene."

Her hand, which had been pulled away, froze in mid-air, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She stared blankly at the conspicuous yellow cordon.

All I could hear were the piercing sirens of fire trucks and the urgent shouts of rescue workers.

She bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

Trembling, I pulled out my phone, but my fingers couldn't unlock it properly even after swiping across the screen several times.

After taking a deep breath, he finally opened his contacts and dialed Zhou Yuce's number.

At this point, she could only rely on her uncle.

In this city, besides him, she really had no one else to rely on.

The phone was answered after ringing twice, and Zhou Yuze's voice came through the receiver.

"Hey, Zhiwei? What's wrong? Why do you sound so urgent?"

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

“Uncle… there was a car accident on the Yunjiang Bridge in Jiangcheng. An SUV crashed through the guardrail and plunged into the river… I suspect… Sheng Tingzhou is in there. I called him more than a dozen times, but no one answered… He never turns off his phone at this time.”

Zhou Yuce paused for a moment, and the sound of keyboard typing came from the background.

"Yunjiang Bridge? I just saw the news. The footage from the scene has just been uploaded. We don't know the casualties yet, we only know that the car has been pulled out and the driver is being rescued."

Do you know anyone around here? Could you... help me ask the police to confirm?

"I don't want to... cause you trouble, but I... can't get in right now, I don't even know if he's there..."

She didn't want to trouble him.

But now, she has no one to turn to for help.

If something happens to him too, she really doesn't know what to do.

Just as Zhou Yuze was about to comfort her, a deep shout suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Song Zhiwei".

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Song Zhiwei turned around abruptly, her heart suddenly clenching.

Sheng Tingzhou was wearing a long black trench coat.

She seemed frozen in place, her eyes wide open, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

He stood not far from the accident scene, separated from her by the crowd and the police cordon, gazing at her from afar.

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, pale face, and lips bitten until they were bloodless, my heart clenched.

Without asking, he knew she must have seen the news and, unable to reach him by phone, assumed he was in the car that plunged into the river.

He strode toward her.

Song Zhiwei bit her lip tightly, staring at him without blinking.

It's not a hallucination.

It's true.

He was really standing there, completely unharmed.

He was still a few steps away from her.

She could no longer control herself and lunged forward, grabbing his waist tightly with both hands.

Sheng Tingzhou paused for a second, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine, everything's alright, I'm here."

Her tears fell uncontrollably, soaking the front of his expensive shirt.

"Why can't I get through to you on the phone? Why aren't you answering? Do you know how scared I was? I thought it was you... I thought it was you..."

She couldn't bring herself to say the second half of the sentence; she just hugged him even tighter.

He gently stroked her back.

"I left my phone in the car. I was in a meeting and didn't have it with me. I'm sorry for making you worry."

He pulled a phone out of his pocket with a cracked screen and chipped corners.

"It's broken. It won't even turn on. The screen went black as soon as it hit the ground, and I've tried several times without any response."

He originally planned to go to Chengyu Technology.

His schedule was originally very tight, with the meeting at 3 p.m., but he deliberately left early, hoping to take care of some personal matters on the way.

He received a call halfway there; the caller was the person in charge of that private custom workshop.

"Mr. Sheng, your custom-made item is complete, and the designer and the head craftsman are waiting for you. If it's convenient for you, could you please come over? We can discuss and confirm any adjustments that need to be made on the spot."

He got off the bus early, crossed two streets, and hurried to the workshop hidden deep in the alley of the old town.

When I came out, I felt much more relaxed, since things had been successfully completed.

But as he was going down the steps, his foot slipped and his body swayed slightly.

The phone slipped from my hand and fell with a thud onto the concrete steps.

He glanced down and his heart sank.

The screen is shattered into a spiderweb pattern, the bezel is crooked, and it's completely unusable.

By the time he arrived at Yunjiang Bridge, it was already dark.

He spotted her immediately.

Song Zhiwei stood alone by the bridge, gazing at the distant water, her eyes empty as if they had lost focus.

His almost dazed look made his heart clench.

Song Zhiwei stared at the broken phone, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Don't cry, are you stupid? I'm tough as nails, I'm not that easy to get hurt. Last time I parachuted, I landed 500 meters off course, but I still came back unscathed, didn't I?"

“Next time I’ll get a bulletproof phone,” he suddenly chuckled. “The casing is thicker than a tank. Even if I get hit by a bullet, I can still answer your call without missing a second.”

She suddenly looked up at him, her eyes still red-rimmed, her brows furrowed tightly.

"At a time like this, you're still joking?"

He remained calm and composed, still standing in front of her, even raising an eyebrow.

"But... you're so worried about me, your heart is racing, your palms are sweating, and even your voice is trembling. Isn't that a bit too much? We're not in that kind of relationship."

Song Zhiwei frowned, looking completely bewildered, never expecting him to say such a thing.

She was about to retort, but when she opened her mouth, the words got stuck in her throat.

Finally, she said it: "Isn't it normal for friends to care about you? Shouldn't it be normal to just stand by and do nothing when you're in trouble?"

Before he could finish speaking, he chuckled softly.

"But if you agree to be my girlfriend, then it won't be considered crossing the line."

He paused, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.

"On the contrary, it's just right."

she:"……"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

A river breeze swept by, ruffling her hair and disrupting her heartbeat.