Chapter 69 The Car Accident That Year
When the message was sent, Cong Shu had just finished an interview.
Logically speaking, he has been in the industry for two years, but strangely enough, ever since he left his previous job, he has been unable to find a job with the same title.
Even when lowering my standards to interview for assistant positions, I still faced repeated setbacks.
There was even an instance where he had arranged a time to sign a contract with a company, but at the last minute, they stood him up.
It was said that the higher-ups suddenly changed their minds, indicating that the positions were already full.
Cong Shu was furious, but there was nothing he could do. It was the height of the economic downturn, and the family business was also struggling.
Even if he goes home, he'll be kicked out...
Actually, he didn't suspect Li Jichuan at first. After all, when Li Jichuan came to him that day, he only wanted to know about Su Pu's high school days.
As for what happened after that, Li Jichuan didn't need to know; they had already handled it flawlessly back then.
The strange thing is that he ran into a high school classmate at the interview today.
That person was flamboyant and unruly during our school days, but I later heard that he went abroad to get a degree, and after returning to China, he had a good job and his life went smoothly.
But these people are also unemployed?
And they're competing with me for the assistant position?
After exchanging a few words, the other person looked worried and said that he had been suddenly laid off by his former company.
Everyone in the department was safe and sound, but he was gone.
Rumors spread like wildfire, with many saying he had done something behind the scenes that betrayed the company.
But he clearly didn't do anything...
The man sighed and continued to tell him that several of his old friends, with whom he used to get along well, had also been having a rough time lately.
Being laid off is a minor matter; some people who own their own companies are suddenly summoned for questioning; some idle playboys have become addicted to gambling and squander their family fortune in just half a month.
When the two of them put their heads together, it was as if God had precisely targeted their class, branding the four characters "bad luck" onto the foreheads of each of them.
Cong Shu suddenly remembered the class photo that Li Jichuan was about to leave in.
I also remembered the photo that was posted in the class group last night, showing Su with a bruised and swollen face...
Perhaps, it's all because of Li Jichuan.
Or perhaps, everything was their own fault, a retribution for their bullying of Su Pu for three years or even longer.
When Cong Shu got into the taxi, his hands and feet were ice cold, and his hand holding the phone was trembling.
Is Li Jichuan really that capable?
Is it really worth it to take down an entire class just for Su Pu?
Buzz————
The phone started vibrating. After glancing at the caller ID, Cong Shu was so startled that he threw the phone to the other end of his seat.
Li Jichuan's call rang for a while before finally ending.
A moment later, the phone started vibrating again; this time it was Su Hui.
Cong Shu grabbed his phone, trembling, and put it to his ear, just about to ask for help.
However, the voice coming from the receiver was from Li Jichuan.
"Cong Shu, let's go out and talk."
"I'll send you the address. See you at 10 a.m. tomorrow."
Li Jichuan didn't give him any chance to refuse, and he was certain that he wouldn't dare to refuse.
Cong Shu slumped in the back seat of the taxi, no longer caring about why Su Hui's phone was in Li Jichuan's hands.
The sky was overcast, and his limbs felt weak, as if he had been called by the Grim Reaper and his death was imminent.
...
The next morning, the doctor informed Su Pu that he could be discharged from the hospital.
Li Jichuan claimed he had something to do, helped him complete the discharge procedures, and then hurriedly left.
Ouyang and Pei Zhicheng came to pick up Su Pu and took him home together.
Pei Zhicheng wasn't wearing a helmet today, but he was wearing a thick down jacket with the hood up, covering half of his face.
Ouyang reluctantly pulled off his hat. The tall, burly boy, who was 1.9 meters tall, even spoke with a lisp.
"We agreed yesterday that you would gradually desensitize yourself. You know Su Pu, right? You're the same age. He even promised to draw him into your comics. You're friends..."
Pei Zhicheng crossed his arms warily and remained frozen for a long while.
"Not yet, friend..."
Ouyang said seriously, "How can we not be friends? My friends are your friends, and what's mine is yours."
Pei Zhicheng looked at Su Pu cautiously, afraid that he would resist.
Su Pu understood, smiled and nodded, then walked over and took Pei Zhicheng's arm, signifying his willingness to be friends with him.
Pei Zhicheng's big eyes shone as she reached out and touched the gauze on Su Pu's forehead. "It's okay...it will be alright..."
Su Pu nodded and pulled him out of the ward.
In the corridor, he turned around and looked at Ouyang with a cheerful smile.
You little rascal, you can even use consonants?
I'll write this down right away, and my husband and I will cricket together tonight!
"Oh, Brother Su..."
Understanding the teasing in his smile, Ouyang clasped his hands in a gesture of apology and quickly begged for forgiveness...
Everyone in the apartment was eagerly awaiting Su Pu's return home. As soon as he entered, they began a full-scale protection operation.
Some people handed him slippers, some brought him hot tea, and some looked him up and down while cursing the culprits who bullied him.
Su Pu has a soft heart, and even the two friends who brought him here received preferential treatment from his family.
They insisted on keeping them for lunch.
Su Pu had little appetite, and after taking a shower, she felt sleepy. The quality of sleep in the ward was never as good as at home.
Lying in bed, Su Pu quickly fell asleep.
His phone vibrated on the bedside table; it was Li Jichuan asking if he had arrived home safely.
...
The message went unanswered for a long time, and Li Jichuan guessed that the little mute boy had probably fallen asleep as soon as he got home.
Su Pu has poor sleep quality; he wakes up several times a night whenever he is outside.
I'm finally home, so I might as well sleep a little longer.
The coffee shop door opened, and upon seeing who it was, Li Jichuan put his phone back in his coat pocket.
Cong Shu turned pale and sat down opposite him.
Li Jichuan introduced him, "This is my friend, Anderson. He likes Sanda (Chinese kickboxing). He's the one who took the photo of Su Hui..."
Upon hearing this, Cong Shu's face turned even paler.
He had never seen Su Hui so disheveled, nor had he ever seen him so pathetic.
Normally, if someone makes Su feel bad, that person would chase after her and punish her until she calms down.
But this time he was beaten so badly that the photos were posted in the group, causing him to lose face completely.
But Su Hui didn't react at all, and was able to silently swallow her anger.
Cong Shu knew that this man was no pushover, and neither was Li Jichuan; they were clearly trying to pry some information out of him.
He sighed and asked resignedly, "What do you want to know?"
...
At the same time, back in her apartment bed, Su Pu was trapped in her old nightmares.
However, today's nightmare was different from any of the previous ones.
Today's nightmare felt so real.
He could feel the biting wind, the pitch-black night, the utter silence of being alone, and the cold breath rising from his nostrils.
However, the scene before him was unfamiliar to him.
His hands and feet were bound, and a black cloth was wrapped around his eyes.
He heard a loud, piercing bass sound as he lay in the back seat of a car that seemed to be going in circles.
Where was he? He was so cold and scared, but he couldn't make a sound and couldn't move at all.
...
On the other side, Cong Shu slumped in his chair, answering Li Jichuan's questions.
"In the message you sent to Su Hui, what was that day and what was that incident?"
Cong Shu's voice trembled.
"It happened two years ago, on the anniversary of Su Hui's mother's death..."
“Back then, we had just graduated from university. Su Hui was going abroad to pursue a master’s degree. He was afraid that once he left, Su Pu would be completely left unattended, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.”
Li Jichuan raised an eyebrow and asked in a cold voice, "A lesson?"
Cong Shu didn't dare to look up at all, and simply hummed in response.
“Su Hui always felt that his mother’s death was caused by Su Pu and his mother, so he always hated them.”
"But later, Su Pu's mother also died, and Su Hui hated Su Pu very much."
“The day before was a farewell party we threw for Su Hui. He suddenly said he wanted to mess with Su Pu. We had been drinking and felt like we were all brothers, so we agreed to help him.”
Anderson crossed his arms and asked, "What did you guys do to him?"
Cong Shu scratched his cheek, already sensing that he was about to face a terrible disaster.
But he had no choice but to tell him: "Our plan is to tie him up, dump him in a remote place, and let him walk down the mountain alone."
"The next day was his first day at the new company. Su said he had worked hard for this job for a long time. We wanted him to skip work, and then lose it, lose this job..."
Li Jichuan clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.
The coffee liquid on the table sloshed, spilling a few drops onto the white cup and saucer.
Like tears.
...
On the other hand, in a dream.
The car carrying Su Pu seemed to have crashed somewhere. Su Pu heard a familiar sound and cursed, "Damn it."
Su Pu tensed up, and due to inertia, rolled to the ground.
In a daze, someone tied a rope around his wrist and threw him to the ground.
Then he drove off.
After a long time, the pain in Su Pu's body gradually subsided. He sat up with his hands on the ground and removed the black cloth covering his eyes.
...
Take a deep breath and speak frankly.
"I was driving that day, and I hit your car..."
Su Pu's gaze shifted from darkness to light.
Before me was a deformed car, its hood engulfed in flames.
Save, save people...
Su Pu scrambled to his feet, walked to the car, and struggled to open the driver's side door.
The man inside, with tears in his eyes, reminded him, "Please, save the people in the back seat first... I'm fine."
Su Pu obeyed and used all his strength to pull open the deformed car door.
Then he saw the face he had longed for day and night, the only ray of light in his bleak memories of youth—
Blood gushed from Li Jichuan's head, flowing downwards in a steady stream...
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