After dinner, due to differing purposes and the fact that only one of us was still single, we decided to split up and explore.
Yan Chiyu took this opportunity to return to the capital to find Ye Yueyao.
Wu Yue wasn't sure when he would be back, so she wandered around aimlessly. After a while, she got bored and decided to go back to the hotel.
But at the intersection, she ran into Qian Bolun, who was hailing a taxi. Wu Yue rushed over and pulled Qian Bolun out of his seat. With a stiff face, she apologized to the driver: "I'm sorry, driver. My friend and I are going to shop for a while longer. We won't take the taxi. I'm sorry."
The driver cursed and drove off.
"Wu Yue?"
Qian Bolun looked at Wu Yue, who had pulled him out of the car, with surprise.
"Wheel, how come you dare to ride in any kind of car?" Only after the taxi drove away did Wu Yue's tense body gradually relax.
"Ah, that's just a regular one—"
Qian Bolun's words trailed off, his scalp tingling instantly. "Could it be one of those kinds of cars?"
Wu Yue nodded emphatically, reminding him, "Be careful next time."
Qian Bolun was still shaken. No wonder it felt colder inside the car than outside when he got in.
Having recovered, Qian Bolun looked at the lone boss and asked, "Where's Brother Yan? Didn't you come with him?"
"He had something to do. I just walked around for a bit and am heading back to the hotel. Are you going back to the hotel too? Want to come together? Maybe I can do some homework or something."
Qian Bolun really wanted to ask Wu Yue, "Are you serious? How can we have to do homework when we're out having fun?" But then he realized that Wu Yue's suggestion was, in some ways, the most appropriate.
He immediately slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Let's go! Go back and do our homework!" He spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he were about to go to the battlefield and charge into battle.
They found a regular car, and the two of them sat in the back seat and went back to the hotel.
Wu Yue was conflicted about whether to tell Qian Bolun about Mi Jing. Remembering what the divination indicated, she decided it was best to let things take their course and remain silent.
In the car, to avoid silence, Wu Yue casually asked, "Lunzi, have you decided which university you want to go to? What major do you want to choose?"
"Didn't I tell you guys?" Qian Bolun put his hands behind his head, leaned casually against the car seat, and said leisurely, "After graduating from high school, I plan to join the army."
Wu Yue: ...
After going around in circles, I'm back.
"What's wrong? Are you surprised?"
Qian Bolun chuckled, seemingly mocking himself, "Do you think that a rich second-generation playboy like me only knows how to enjoy life, and would never want to do something as tough as being a soldier?"
“I didn’t mean that.” Wu Yue wanted to say three things in a row, but that seemed a bit too serious, so she became a little more serious: “The people I know each of you have your own strengths and personal charm in my eyes. Besides being rich, you certainly have many other advantages, so don’t underestimate yourself.”
Qian Bolun opened his lips, but before he could utter even half a syllable, the taxi suddenly veered uncontrollably to the side, causing the two people in the back seat to sway violently due to inertia.
The taxi crashed violently into the guardrail of the deserted area, and white smoke immediately billowed from the front of the car, emitting a pungent smell.
Wu Yue quickly grabbed one in each hand and slipped out of the taxi.
The driver passed out.
Qian Bolun was still in shock; the incident had happened so suddenly that he was completely unprepared.
Was it an accident?
Wu Yue didn't believe it.
In the split second before the accident, Wu Yue didn't notice anything amiss with the driver. The car was moving smoothly, and she didn't hear any loud noises or sounds of damage.
She paused, then walked towards the smoking taxi. A quick glance revealed a charred… talisman?
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