Chapter 135 He is the least afraid of pain.
At noon, the plane landed at Beijing Airport.
Yan Zhaozhou had told everyone in advance that his family's car would pick them up, but when everyone came out of the airport with their bags and packages, they discovered that Yan Zhaozhou's parents had also come.
Yan Zhaozhou was clearly a little surprised as well, and stepped forward, "Dad, Mom, what brings you here?"
Liang Shao grabbed his arm, knowing full well that he was safe and healthy, but still couldn't help looking him up and down.
"I was scared by the car accident you told me about yesterday."
She quickly concealed the lingering fear on her face, turned to the crowd who were standing obediently like quails, intimidated by the posture of the row of black-clad bodyguards, and smiled dignifiedly and gently.
"Hello, I am Zhaozhou's mother. We will take care of your travel and accommodation for the next two days."
Yan Xingtai shook hands and chatted familiarly with the three teachers, saying, "Tomorrow is the exam, so let the children rest well. We won't go out to eat in a big way."
"I asked the hotel to prepare a table of food. The kids must be hungry after coming all this way. Let's get in the car and leave now."
Reid and the two teachers nodded politely, exchanging pleasantries.
He waved to several students and helped them get on the bus.
Jiang Yingxu, pushed in his wheelchair by his assistant Xiao Shi, lagged behind.
Yan Xingtai smiled kindly and looked at him solemnly. He knew he shouldn't, but he still couldn't help but feel a little bit of relief in his heart.
He thought of the survey results he had just received.
The unlicensed taxi driver's late-stage cancer report, his wife and son who suddenly divorced and left the country a few months ago, and his frequent driving of a ride-hailing car near the No. 1 Middle School as seen in surveillance footage.
Police technicians recovered some messages from his phone account that had not been completely deleted.
The person who instigated this was planning to cause the car accident tomorrow, on the way to Tsinghua University, which was supposed to hit Yan Zhaozhou.
The other party described it as a "romantic unexpected encounter" and "the last moment before glory."
The unlicensed taxi driver had been scouting the location for almost two or three months, and had also been suffering for two or three months.
After drinking heavily, he followed the convoy departing from Ningcheng, spotted the figure with the cat, floored the accelerator, and crashed into it, trying to find a way out.
Yan Xingtai thought that his family would definitely give the young man who had suffered an undeserved misfortune some compensation.
It's a favor the Yan family owes him.
As long as the request isn't excessive, the Yan family will do their utmost to fulfill it.
Yan Xingtai naturally felt guilty towards Jiang Yingxu, but it was also hard not to feel fortunate for Yan Zhaozhou, who had narrowly escaped disaster.
However, now is not the right time to tell Jiang Yingxu the truth.
We can't let it affect his exam tomorrow.
Thinking this, Yan Xingtai watched everyone get into the car before he and his wife boarded the lead van.
Yan Zhaozhou ran to the car behind and sat in it.
Inside the van, only the driver and Yan Xingtai and his wife were present.
Yan Xingtai and Liang Shao exchanged a few words, their voices tinged with regret, expressing their gratitude and a desire to make amends.
When Liang Shao looked up, he saw in the rearview mirror that the driver was sweating profusely and had a panicked look in his eyes.
"Old He, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Old He has been driving for the two of them for almost thirty years. Their relationship has long since become more than just that of ordinary subordinates; there's a bond between them as well.
Liang Shao said with concern, "If you're not feeling well, go see a doctor as soon as you get to the hotel."
We happened to be at a red light.
Old He stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of the white line, swallowing hard.
The red light at the intersection ahead was alarmingly bright, as if it could pierce through the air and cast an ominous crimson glow through the windshield.
After much hesitation, he finally mustered up his courage.
"Manager Yan, Manager Liang, there's something I've been meaning to say."
Eighteen years ago, Yan Xingrong, who spent his days eating, drinking and having fun, learned that Liang Shao's mother was going to celebrate her sixtieth birthday, and excitedly took his wife Ji Cailing to Ningcheng to attend.
Unexpectedly, when getting off the bus, Ji Cailing stepped on a broken and loose blue brick in the alley.
Even though Yan Xingrong hugged her from behind and acted as a human cushion, Ji Cailing still suffered a miscarriage and was rushed to the nearby Ningcheng People's Hospital, where she gave birth to a baby.
Old He gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“That day, when I took you two to the hospital and came upstairs after buying food, I saw Uncle Ji coming out of the ward in a panic.”
"When I greeted him, he was startled and started yelling at me."
Back then, everyone working for the Yan family knew that Ji Cailing came from a poor background, but she was beautiful and lucky. When she worked as a waitress in a teahouse, Yan Xingrong fell in love with her at first sight.
Despite enduring several beatings from the old man, Yan Xingrong persevered and married the woman.
The Ji family rose to power overnight.
Ji Cailing's parents are honest people. After sending their daughter to marry into a wealthy family, they didn't dare to contact her much on a daily basis, for fear of causing misunderstandings.
Unfortunately, one of the sons was all talk and no action. He thought his family had changed its status, so he took the money his parents and Ji Cailing had given him to start a business. He lost everything and then shamelessly went to Ji Cailing to ask for money back.
When I was a child, we were poor. My parents were always busy working outside, so my brother and I relied on each other to get by.
Ji Cailing finally softened and agreed to let Ji Yongye accompany her to Ningcheng and take good care of her, in exchange for another 200,000 yuan.
Who knew that Ji Yongye slipped when he got off the bus, but he didn't think to tell his sister at all. He only realized his panic when Ji Cailing fell down.
Yan Xingrong, furious after sending his wife into the operating room, couldn't help but yell at Ji Yongye.
Old He had heard about this.
Seeing Ji Yongye's irritable demeanor, she assumed he had quarreled with Ji Cailing again and was taking it out on her, so she didn't take it to heart.
Later, when Lao He was assigned to run around buying things, he discovered that the room Ji Yongye had left was the nursery.
He overheard the local nanny he had temporarily hired from Ningcheng muttering that the child was quite quiet yesterday, but had started acting up today.
Old He didn't think much of it at all.
Even today.
Under the shocked gazes of Yan Xingtai and Liang Shao.
Old He said dryly, "That boy in the wheelchair just now... the angle at which he looked down was very similar to Young Master Xingrong, and when he looked up, his chin resembled Madam Cailing."
In that instant.
Forgotten memories surged back with unstoppable force.
Old He recalled a casual remark made by someone while he was smoking in a corner with his driver colleague: "Cousins don't look alike standing together."
While his wife was doing housework, the novel she loved to listen to kept repeating the plot of the real and fake daughters who were switched at birth.
Each and every one of these things led to an almost terrifying possibility in my mind.
Old He chuckled dryly, his hands trembling.
"I'm just guessing. Maybe Uncle Ji was just visiting the children back then, haha."
The words fell.
The back seat was deathly silent.
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Yan Zhaozhou had assumed that his parents were coming to invite his teachers and classmates to dinner.
When we got off the bus at the hotel, we were done there.
The two looked tense, hurriedly said that there was an urgent matter at the company and apologized for not being able to accompany them, and then left.
She didn't even bother to greet him.
It's weird.
Yan Zhaozhou muttered to himself, thankfully the couple hadn't forgotten to leave an assistant, so all the check-in procedures were handled by someone.
We had lunch in a private room at the hotel.
Red stood up, holding his drink cup, and took the lead in saying a few auspicious words.
The other two teachers also offered their blessings.
Reid concluded by giving a word of advice: "Everyone, get some rest tonight and recharge so you can go to the qualifying rounds tomorrow in top form and secure a spot in the international competition!"
Everyone responded in unison, "Yes!"
The glasses clattered together, the force was so strong that some of the drink splashed out and spilled onto Lai Cheng's hands, causing him to yell loudly.
"Paper! Give me some paper! It's leaking into my clothes!"
In a lively atmosphere.
Reid put down his cup, walked over to Jiang Yingxu, and looked at his bandaged right arm with concern.
"How's your practice going? Can you write with your left hand?"
Jiang Yingxu rotated his wrist, his expression calm, and nodded, saying, "I can keep it up."
Reid felt a pang of sadness and wanted to sigh, but fearing that his attitude would affect Jiang Yingxu, he swallowed the words back and forced a stiff smile.
"As long as you can write!"
"Believe in yourself and give it your best."
With such a promising future, how could this car accident have happened?
Jiang Yingxu lowered his head, looking at his right hand. His gaze was immersed in the light shadow cast by his long eyelashes on his brow bone. There was no resentment or hesitation, only a kind of indifferent calmness.
It's just pain.
He is the least afraid of pain.
Shi Miao risked injury to fight for his chance to compete.
Jiang Yingxu will definitely go all out and repay the favor by winning first place.
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I'm putting this aside in case my wife forgets.
Yan Zongjing (the old man)
—Eldest son Yan Xingrong, wife Ji Cailing—Son Jiang Yingxu/Fake young master Yan Shuli
—Youngest son Yan Xingtai, wife Liang Shao—Son Yan Zhaozhou
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