Chapter 70 I can make it be.
A sudden silence.
Li Zhan, panting heavily, came to his senses and frantically pushed open the door.
The next second, Zhuo Yueyue grabbed him and said weakly, "Li Zhan, my head hurts..."
The man seemed not to hear her. He tore off her restraints, stumbled a few steps on the ground, and staggered toward the greenery.
The front of the new car is dented, and the airbags have deployed.
Jingge's fate was unknown.
Li Zhan's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the driver's side door and yanked on it, but the door didn't budge.
"Jingge, Jingge," Li Zhan scrambled awkwardly from the bushes to the passenger seat, "Gege, don't be afraid..."
Zhuo Yueyue followed, standing like a ghost at the edge.
The passenger door opened, and Li Zhan leaned in, cupping Jing Ge's face in his hands and pressing his forehead against hers: "Gege, Gege, wake up, I'll take you to the hospital..."
The girl was barely breathing, her vitality seemingly fading away with the passage of time.
Li Zhan's eyes were bloodshot as he carried her out of the car, his voice hoarse: "We're going to the hospital. Hang in there, we're going to the hospital. I won't argue with you anymore. I apologize, I was wrong. I'll listen to you from now on. Just take care of yourself..."
Jing Ge said something.
Li Zhan stopped and leaned closer, asking, "Does something hurt? I'm here, don't be afraid. What do you want to say?"
Jingge was in a daze.
I don't remember what happened.
I can't hear or see, but I know there seems to be someone around me.
Some people are worried about her.
Who else would worry about her?
Jingge's vision was blurry, and the man's face was indistinct, yet somewhat familiar. She tried to see clearly, but it was always obscured by a layer of noise and white mist.
"Uncle," she murmured very softly.
Li Zhan's body suddenly stiffened.
Zhuo Yueyue looked at him calmly: "What she wants is your uncle, not you."
He froze like a wooden puppet.
“She drew a picture when she was in high school,” Zhuo Yueyue said. “I only found out the day I met your uncle that it was a picture of him.”
The man stood there listlessly, as if he couldn't hear anything.
Zhuo Yueyue reached out and gently touched the skin on the back of his hand that had been scratched by the bushes: "I don't want to ruin your feelings for her, I just can't bear to see true love being wasted. You're the only fool, being deceived by her all this time—"
At this point, she covered her lips and coughed lightly, as if she had suffered an internal injury. Her eyes were red, and she looked weak and pitiful. She was about to collapse herself, yet she was still worrying about him: "Girls understand girls. If you really can't let go, I'll help you win her back."
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Jingge had a long and chaotic dream.
All the nightmares that had been inflicted on her in the past now bore the shadow of Li Zhan.
He colluded with Zhuo Yueyue and others to attack her from both inside and outside her studies and life, leaving her with nowhere to escape and nowhere to retreat.
She wanted to fight them to the death.
I want to perish together with them.
The car seemed to explode in a burst of flames. Jingge was in excruciating pain and suddenly opened his eyes like a dying fish.
As his heart pumped blood, Jingle could even hear the sound of it flowing through his body.
Outside the window, the deep orange sunset spread out, and Jing Ge's vision began to clear, confirming that the sunset was just a sunset, not the firelight after an explosion.
Someone raised the hospital bed and whispered, "Sister, you're awake?"
It is Prince Jing.
Jingge belatedly realized: "Prince?"
“Hmm,” Jing Beile stuffed another pillow behind her back, “Zhan-ge said you were in a car accident.”
Jingge's thoughts were not clear, and he was in a daze for several minutes.
"Aren't you going to class?"
"weekend."
Jing Ge: "Where are Mom and Dad?"
Prince Jing: "No notification was given."
Jingge paused for a moment, then asked, "Who notified you?"
He had just said that, but Prince Jing answered again: "Brother Zhan."
The ward was quiet.
The boy, who was usually quiet and reserved, stared intently at her IV drip bottle.
Jing Ge: "What's wrong with me?"
Prince Jing: "You were in a car accident."
Jing Ge: "Who brought me to the hospital?"
Prince Jing: "Brother Zhan."
Jing Ge: "How did you know?"
"...It was Zhan-ge who notified me."
Where are Mom and Dad?
"..." Prince Jing reached out and touched her forehead, finding her temperature normal. "No notification was given."
Silence fell again.
Jing Ge repeated the words clearly: "I was in a car accident."
"Um."
After pausing for about ten seconds, Jing Ge suddenly widened his eyes: "I didn't ask for leave!"
Jing Beile: "Your company has weekends off."
Jing Ge slowly let out a breath that had been hanging in the air: "Oh, right, we have weekends off."
After this question-and-answer session, which was comparable to being lost in a maze, Jingge fell into a five-minute period of deep thought.
During this time, Prince Jing called for a nurse to remove the needle.
"It's best to observe for a few more days," the nurse advised, "there's a possibility of a concussion."
Prince Jing nodded.
Nurse: "Aren't there any adults here? If we need to sign something, minors can't do it."
Jing Ge replied, "I'll sign it myself."
The nurse looked at them with pity, suspecting they were a pair of orphaned siblings.
Now that the whole story seemed to be clear, Jingge's logic also became clear: "Medical expenses and hospitalization procedures..."
“It was Zhan Ge who handed it over,” Jing Beile said. “He signed it, and he left an hour ago.”
At this point, Prince Jing helped her drink some water: "There was a female classmate in his car who was reportedly seriously injured and has been unconscious ever since, and my sister..."
He pursed his lips: "The traffic police determined that you are primarily responsible."
"......"
“Sister, I haven’t told Mom and Dad,” Jing Beile said. “I consulted a lawyer. Besides paying for Zhan Ge’s car repairs, there are also medical expenses for the injured. I don’t have the money. If I can’t pay…”
If the other party is unwilling to settle privately, then Jingge has to take responsibility.
I just got the new Jingge car, but I haven't registered it yet, let alone gotten insurance.
The car is basically totaled.
Uncle Zhang stared at a corner of the news and sighed, "This car seems to be very popular with young women. The one I saw Gege had yesterday was this model."
Li Mushi paused in his signature: "What?"
“The car,” Uncle Zhang pointed his phone screen at him, “the one Gege pointed out to you, her new car. You see, the one that was involved in the car accident in Shanghai last night, it’s that model.”
Li Mushi frowned, pressed his thumb and middle finger against the screen, and zoomed in on the news photo.
It's not the same model.
It's clearly Jing Ge's car.
Uncle Zhang noticed something was wrong: "Is that Princess? The car is wrecked like that..."
“Everyone is fine,” Li Mushi said. He had a strong ability to gather information and could get the key points he wanted to know from just a few words in the news. “The other car belongs to Li Zhan.”
Uncle Zhang was speechless.
Li Mushi's stern brows furrowed with gloom as he made a phone call: "Second Brother, your son and his female classmate deliberately provoked Jing Ge, causing her to make a reckless rear-end collision. You are fully responsible for this."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Uncle Zhang's mouth moved slightly: "How...how did you know..."
What happened then?
The news didn't report that much.
Li Mushi's pale fingertips tapped on the screen, as if he were sending a message to someone, and he casually uttered two words: "Just guessing."
"......"
“Yes, it is,” the man’s voice was deep and solemn. “No, I can make it be.”
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