Twenty meters further ahead is the intersection surveillance camera.
Fu Cheng opened the passenger door and sat down: "What do you want to do?"
"Big brother, I've arranged everything, don't worry!" Mo Huaixing gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed straight ahead. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his white shirt covered in grime that couldn't be wiped away.
"Okay!" Fu Cheng looked at him and said calmly, "I have already notified Chen Bing to arrive half an hour later."
"Half an hour later?" Mo Huaixing turned his head and saw that Fu Cheng didn't seem to be joking, so he hurriedly took out his phone to make a call.
Fu Cheng snatched the phone, threw it onto the back seat, and angrily asked, "Didn't you say it was all arranged? What's the big deal about being half an hour late?"
He pressed his arm down onto the driver's seat, and the wound that hadn't fully healed started bleeding again.
Mo Huaixing said urgently, "Brother, let me try once. I've calculated the time; when the car passes by, a bus will turn at the T-junction."
At that time, his car will collide with the bus, turning it into an accident, and no one can predict accidents.
"Even if Mr. Fu looks at the surveillance footage, he can't see anything unusual."
This was the brilliant idea he'd been thinking of all night. Fu Cheng sneered, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Brother, I'm confident I won't die."
"You think you're so confident? I'll show you what confidence is!" Fu Cheng slapped him on the head repeatedly in anger. "Zhou Shan, tie him up!"
"Yes!" Zhou Shan, who had been standing outside the bus, hurriedly grabbed the rope used for tying luggage from the minibus, sat in the back seat, and helped Fu Cheng tie him to the driver's seat.
Mo Huaixing was lying on the driver's seat in a twisted position. The more he struggled, the tighter Fu Cheng tied him up.
“You can save the person Mr. Fu wants to kill this time, but what about next time? Amo, don’t try to test his anger.” Especially not the suppressed anger he’s never seen before.
Once it breaks out, it will cause widespread death and injury.
"Zhou Shan, keep an eye on him!"
"Big brother!" Mo Huaixing looked at Fu Cheng with difficulty: "I don't want her to hate me!"
"Then hate me!" Fu Cheng pulled out the car keys and left.
At 8:10, a bus precisely turned from the T-junction onto Jiangfeng Road, with the timing perfect. Being outside the city, its speed, while not particularly fast, was enough to crush a minivan to smithereens.
Fu Cheng suppressed his inner panic and slowly started the minibus.
At the intersection, as a car approaching from the side was passing through the last yellow light, Fu Cheng accelerated and rushed across, causing a collision. The minibus sped away, while the wrecked car was thrown to the side of the road and rolled over.
...
When Gan Tang received the news, she was trying on wedding dresses with Chu Jiahe. By the time she arrived at the hospital, she only saw the ICU operating room with its doors tightly closed.
In the empty corridor, only Fu Cheng and Mo Huaixing remained. They sat in their chairs, saying nothing. Chen Bing, who was responsible for escorting Gan Tang's adoptive parents, walked in from behind with a sling on his arm.
"Miss, I'm so sorry. I just ran a red light and didn't expect there to be a car on the side."
A buzzing sound filled her ears, and Gan Tang couldn't hear anything; she just felt her legs go weak. She gripped the doorknob, supporting herself, and stared silently at the bright red lightbox until the light turned green.
The doctor came out, took off his mask, and announced the final result: "I'm sorry, we did our best, but the person may not wake up."
Gan Tang's vision was completely white; she could see and hear nothing. When she woke up again, she was in a gloomy, white hospital room.
Mo Huaixing sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the same white shirt as yesterday, his back covered in blood.
Gan Tang stared blankly at the man in front of her, like a soulless shell: "Mo Huaixing, didn't you say you would let them go? Why is this happening?"
"This was an accident!"
"An accident?" How could she believe it was an accident? She laughed and asked, "How do you know it was an accident?"
Unless, they knew it from the beginning.
The IV drip in the back of her hand suddenly popped open, gushing blood back out. Gan Tang threw off the covers and ran out of the ward.
Stumbling, Mo Huaixing caught Gan Tang from behind, causing both of them to kneel on the ground. She struggled painfully in his stiff embrace, crying, "Mo Huaixing, I trusted you so much. I believed everything you said, why didn't you tell me?"
Mo Huaixing wrapped the woman in his arms tighter, his throat burning: "Your mother is still next door. Even if it was for her sake, it could only be an accident."
"My mother?" Gan Tang turned around blankly, thinking that her parents were in the ICU.
“Your mother got off the bus to buy something; she wasn’t in the bus. She’s been given a sedative and is sleeping next door. Your father may not be awake now, but that doesn’t mean he’ll never wake up.”
Mo Huaixing reminded him once again, "For their sake, don't provoke Mr. Fu. We can't afford to gamble."
Gan Tang knelt on the ground, turned her head to look at the man behind her, her eyes filled with hatred: "Who hit the car? Who was it?"
In the past, when she read books or watched television, she would see people who were falsely accused and executed by the imperial court. She always found their relatives laughable; they didn't dare to kill the emperor, but instead sought revenge against the person who framed them.
But now, she truly understands the absurdity of being cowardly yet unable to unleash her hatred.
Mo Huaixing remained silent.
Gan Tang began to guess: "Ali?"
"Yu Dayong?"
"Fu Shaojie?"
"..."
The panic in his eyes was so obvious.
"It's...you?" Gan Tang suddenly realized, and in fear, pushed away the man behind her, clutching her neck as if suffocating.
When Fu Cheng entered, he saw Gan Tang holding medical scissors and stabbing at Mo Huaixing. He hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the scissors away, pulling Gan Tang down to her knees.
With a bang, Fu Cheng slammed the scissors to the ground and roared, "The order came from my godfather. I was the one who hit the person. It has nothing to do with him. If you want to kill someone, kill me."
Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?
Gan Tang seemed to have lost her soul, and grabbed the scissors to stab Fu Cheng. Mo Huaixing hurriedly hugged her.
Fu Cheng looked down at Gan Tang, who was sitting on the ground, and said coldly, "Miss enjoys everything that the Lu Group has given you, but at the same time she can't let go of the past. Tell me, who in this world is so magnanimous as to let their daughter take their own things to be filial to others and call them 'Dad'?"
Who do you think caused them to end up in this situation?
"Don't you think you're being too greedy, young lady?"
Every word pierced Gan Tang's heart, leaving it bleeding profusely. It weighed heavily on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
Mo Huaixing said with heartache, "Big brother, please stop talking!"
"Fine! If you want to die, get lost and don't get in my way." Fu Cheng angrily threw the paper bag he was carrying onto the bed and turned to leave.
"Am I being too greedy?" Gan Tang looked up at Mo Huaixing, her eyes blank. "Is it greedy of me to just want them to stay in their homeland and live a good life?"
With a loud wail, Gan Tang burst into tears: "It's all my fault!"
"No, no..." At this moment, Mo Huaixing didn't know how to comfort the woman in front of him. He just held her tightly, letting her cold body temperature warm up little by little.
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