Chapter 133 Qu He is framed (Part 2)

Yan Shu tried her best to support Luo Tongliang and suggested, "Old Luo, why don't we go back inside and rest for a while before waiting for the car?"

Luo Tongliang, drunk, suddenly slapped Yan Shu's hand away, but his slap wasn't controlled properly and grazed her cheek.

With a "snap".

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Yan Shu covered her face, her eyes reddening, looking pitiful.

Several young men around looked distressed and stepped forward to help, saying, "Miss Yan Shu, let me take Mr. Luo home!"

"Me too, I didn't drink much!"

"My car is convenient too."

Yan Shu covered her cheek and forced a smile, "Then... I'll have to trouble you all."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Luo Tongliang, "Old Luo, what do you think..."

"Ugh, what are you doing! You bastard! Who has the right to invite me into the car?" Luo Tongliang interrupted her drunkenly, making everyone present feel awkward.

A person's character is revealed in their drinking habits. A master who appears refined and virtuous in public may be a foul-mouthed drunkard in private.

Qu He already had a bad impression of him after what happened during the day, and now it has dropped even further.

Everyone present knew perfectly well what was going on, but out of respect for him, they dared not speak out.

Luo Tongliang squinted and pointed at Qu He, calling out indistinctly, "Come over here..."

Qu He didn't fully understand his words, but she understood from his gestures that he meant for her to come over.

Yan Shu smiled and smoothed things over, "Teacher Qu He, Mr. Luo probably means he wants to ride back in your car. Everyone's been waiting so long, if it's convenient for you..."

With everyone watching and the conversation having gone this far, it would seem unreasonable for Qu He to refuse again.

She didn't want to become the target of public criticism.

It's just giving a drunkard a ride; consider it an act of kindness.

Yan Shu immediately instructed someone to help Luo Tongliang into Qu He's carriage.

Just as Qu He was about to get into the car, Yan Shu stepped aside and blocked the door.

She looked troubled and pleaded, "Old Luo specifically asked me to accompany him when he was drunk. Could you please trouble your driver to give us another ride?"

You haven't been drinking tonight, and my car is right next door. You can drive mine down the mountain; it won't delay your journey home. Is that alright with you?

Each word is addressed as "your" or "your".

They were quite respectful.

Didn't he treat her coldly before, considering her a rival in love?

Are you being so polite now?

He calls himself a young artist, but he's more like a face-changing artist.

Qu He had an unprecedentedly funny thought: Yan Shu probably wanted to get in the car because it was Zhuang Bieyan's Maybach.

Over there, Yan Shu had just finished speaking when she casually glanced at the crowd, and someone immediately echoed her:

"Teacher Qu He is beautiful and kind-hearted, she will definitely agree."

"It's so late, it's not safe for Mr. Luo and Miss Yan Shu. Your home is the closest, so it's most convenient for you to drive!"

"Miss Yan Shu is so thoughtful. We've all been drinking tonight, so there really isn't anyone who can open the car!"

The people around her were all talking at once, and they were clearly trying to embarrass Qu He.

Yan Shu added, feigning consideration, "Driving at night is indeed difficult. If it's really impossible, you can drive to the entrance of the scenic area at the foot of the mountain and then call a designated driver."

The driver was anxious to speak, but Qu He gently pressed down on his shoulder.

She patted the driver on the back and said softly, "You take Mr. Luo and Miss Yan back. I'll drive down the mountain myself. Thank you for your hard work. I'll have Bie Yan pay you overtime later."

"Mrs..."

"It's alright, go ahead."

The driver glared at Yan Shu helplessly, then turned and got into the driver's seat.

Yan Shu handed the car keys to Qu He, saying, "Thank you for your help, Teacher Qu He. Please drive carefully."

Luo Tongliang, who was in the car, started acting crazy again, urging people to get in. Qu He took the keys.

One by one, the cars drove away.

In the end, only Qu He was left standing in the empty parking lot.

The night wind howled, blowing her skirt around. Moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground, creating a dark and eerie atmosphere.

Qu He looked at the car keys Yan Shu handed her, then glanced at the dark mountain road.

She pressed the car key in her hand, and the red Porsche in the distance flashed its headlights, which were particularly dazzling.

In the deep darkness of night, the beast that had been lying in wait for so long opened its eyes.

Qu He lifted her skirt and walked towards the lonely car.

She adjusted the seat back and rearview mirror, started the engine, tested the brakes, and fastened her seatbelt after confirming that the car was working properly.

The three-kilometer downhill road had no streetlights; only car headlights pierced the darkness.

Qu He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The car still smelled of familiar perfume; I had smelled it on Yan Shu earlier—it was her usual scent.

A cold breeze made the perfume scent even stronger.

Qu He dared not be careless and drove slowly, feeling a strange unease in her heart.

The car's perfume scent grew stronger, making her feel suffocated, so she turned off the air conditioning and rolled down the windows.

A mountain breeze swept into the carriage, bringing a refreshing coolness and fading the perfume scent in the air.

But the unease in my heart grew stronger.

The thought that this Porsche belongs to Yan Shu makes her feel uncomfortable all over.

She glanced at the rearview mirror subconsciously; the back seat was empty, there was nothing there, but she had a feeling that something unknown was hidden in that shadow.

Qu He shook her head, composed herself, stepped on the gas, and just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

Fortunately, there were hardly any cars at night, and the road was clear, so Qu He relaxed her grip on the steering wheel a bit.

The Porsche was already at the foot of the mountain, about to merge onto the national highway, when a black Audi suddenly rushed out at the last bend.

The black Audi blended almost seamlessly into the night, suddenly darting out from the side without warning at an astonishing speed, as if it had anticipated her arrival at that moment.

Qu He realized what was happening and quickly stepped on the brakes.

"Bang!"

The impact was deafening.

With a sudden stop, the seatbelt tightened rapidly, and Quhe was thrown forward by inertia, only to be pulled back into her seat by the seatbelt. Her mind went blank, and a buzzing sound filled her ears.

Qu He was stunned for a few seconds, her ears filled only with the sound of her own heartbeat.

Her survival instinct led her to push open the car door and stagger out of the vehicle.

She wanted to check on the other person's situation.

At that moment, the door of the Audi opposite was also suddenly pushed open.

A panicked man jumped out of the driver's seat.

It's Adachi.

He strode to the back seat and opened the door. Qiao Mian, wearing a mask, was clutching her stomach, her face pale as she slumped in the seat.

The light-colored cushion beneath her was soaked in blood, and even the hem of her skirt was bright red.

Blood dripped down the car seat and onto the asphalt road.

The red color looked particularly ferocious and glaring under the car headlights.

Upon seeing this, Qu He stumbled back several steps, barely managing to steady herself by bracing herself against the hood of the car.

A group of people quickly gathered around.

I don't know if they just happened to be passing by or waited here on purpose.

Blood! My child! My child!

Qiao Mian let out a painful groan, her finger trembling as she pointed at Qu He, "She...she was driving under the influence!"