Chapter 124 Disaster
To Xin Que's surprise, Jin Cheng did not show any surprise when he saw the note she left.
Even when examining the strangely arranged copper coins behind the headboard, Jin Cheng's expression remained unchanged.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch," he muttered, whether to the ghosts and monsters that coexisted with him in the room or to himself.
Xin Que turned and left, heading to the living room on the first floor.
The Luo couple seemed to have just returned from outside. After asking about the housekeeper Jin Cheng's performance, they went upstairs to their study.
I have no intention of going to see Jin Cheng.
"According to Master Zhen's instructions, he will soon be able to lend his services to our child..."
Madam Luo lovingly stroked her lower abdomen.
Xin Que glanced at Madam Luo's flat stomach.
“This child was hard-won,” Mr. Luo said with a loving expression. “We’ve been trying for a child for so many years, and only now have we encountered such a wise master as Master Zhen who has given us guidance…”
As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and his expression became serious again. "Don't worry, with that orphan as a substitute, our child will definitely grow up safely."
Xin Que pieced together their purpose for adopting Jin Cheng from the few words they exchanged.
According to Master Zhen, the reason why the two had been childless for many years was because their child's fate was too weak, destined to be full of disasters, and there was no substitute to shield them from the calamities, which is why Madam Luo had been unable to conceive.
Finding a suitable substitute and paving the way for the child's future is crucial for Mrs. Luo's child to be born safely and grow into adulthood.
Jin Cheng has no parents, and his birth chart is also unfavorable... Most importantly, he is not a very sociable person.
Even if something goes wrong, it won't cause too much of a ripple.
Therefore, Jin Cheng naturally became the disaster relief tool they adopted.
Mrs. Luo and Mr. Luo chatted for a while longer before she seemed to remember something, "Now that the person has been adopted, shouldn't we change his name?"
Mr. Luo was taken aback and somewhat disapproved, "How many more years can he live at most? Letting him bear the Luo family name... is such a waste."
Xin Que emerged from the study.
Back in Jin Cheng's bedroom, the boy once again huddled in the corner.
The note Xin Que had left earlier was still on the table.
However, below the two questions that Xin Que had written down while holding Jin Cheng, there was an extra line of small text.
"Why would someone read comics meant for younger children? Even I, a middle school student, don't read them."
Xin Que "..."
She was itching to do something.
...
Xin Que was awakened by the glaring morning sunlight.
Looking out the window, I wonder how many seasons have passed since this night ended.
Outside the window, there was a vibrant green landscape.
The furniture in the bedroom seemed to have been moved and showed signs of wear and tear.
"Click." The bedroom door handle was pulled open.
When Xin Que saw Jin Cheng, who had grown up to be more than halfway through his life, apart from still being somewhat immature, his features already bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Luo Huayi.
"Jin Cheng?" Madam Luo, who walked out from the corridor, was still well-maintained and was holding the hand of a little boy who looked about one or two years old.
"Your second uncle is back from his business trip today, and we're taking Xiaobao back to our ancestral home. We won't be able to attend your graduation ceremony. Can you manage on your own?"
Jin Cheng nodded, his expression unchanged. "It's not an important event; I can handle it myself."
Xin Que overheard their conversation.
Two years have passed?
Is this the start of the third year of junior high?
Xin Que watched as Jin Cheng respectfully saw the Luo family off, then returned to her bedroom to put on her school uniform before going downstairs.
She was wearing the same outfit she wore when she left the orphanage.
There was no transfer or anything.
It took Xin Que about forty minutes to ride her bicycle from the villa area before she jumped off the back of Jin Cheng's car.
This soon-to-be rich kid is having a really tough time.
After wandering around Jincheng for a few days, aside from the resemblance between the two, she couldn't connect him with the future Luo Huayi.
Was Luo Huayi so inconspicuous as a child?
Group photo, student representative speech...
Xin Que was almost dozing off while listening.
After all the procedures were completed, it was already noon.
After putting the old bench back, Jin Cheng parted ways with the other classmates who were taking taxis to their graduation dinner in twos and threes, leaving the school without looking back.
"Squad leader, have you confirmed who will be going to the dinner party?"
"It's confirmed, everyone's here, let's meet at the hotel."
Jin Cheng's presence has become so low that even if he misses a gathering, no one will notice that someone is missing.
After pondering for a while, Xin Que got back into Jin Cheng's car and stood on the back seat.
Given his current state, he's definitely a promising candidate to become a hitman.
If you have a low profile, as long as your appearance is somewhat average and you cultivate it a little...
Jin Cheng nearly lost his grip on the handlebars and suddenly sneezed.
He slowed down and glanced back at the empty back seat of the car.
What's going on? Jin Cheng wondered to himself. Why did he feel like someone was talking about him behind his back?
"Bang!"
An electric scooter zigzagged and crashed directly into Jin Cheng.
Jin Cheng was unable to dodge in time and crashed heavily onto a commercial vehicle parked on the side of the road.
"Hey kid, how do you ride a bike?!" The man on the electric bike cursed as he got up, his gaze seemingly glancing at the window of the van where Jin Cheng had crashed.
I'm seeing stars, and my knees, palms, and arms are all burning and throbbing.
In summer, people wear less clothing, and this fall resulted in Jin Cheng suffering a lot of scrapes and abrasions.
"Little brat, can't you see where you're going? Are you blind?" Several burly men got out of the van and inspected the damage caused by Jin Cheng's car. "You've damaged my car, how are you going to pay for it?!"
Before Jin Cheng could figure out how he had been knocked down by the electric scooter, he was surrounded by several burly men.
He forced a smile through the pain and explained, "Brother, I didn't mean to... it was that guy on the electric scooter who cut me off..."
The man on the electric bike had long since disappeared.
The streets were deserted.
"Stop fucking lying! Who are your parents?" The burly man shoved him impatiently. "Tell them to come over and pay up!!!"
Jin Cheng's mind was buzzing, completely unable to process the situation. "No, they've gone out. Maybe I should wait until they come back before..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jin Cheng was grabbed by the collar and shoved into the van by several people.
Jin Cheng finally realized what was happening and suddenly lunged towards the closing electric suction door, shouting, "Human trafficker..."
Before he could finish speaking, a piece of gauze that was already soaked was placed on his back.
Xin Que was stunned by what she saw.
Why go through all that trouble to kidnap him? Because he's the Luo family's adopted son?
Wait a minute, why would tying him up be worth less than tying up your own child? Because he's harder to tie up?
Xin Que thought of the bodyguards surrounding Madam Luo, and then of how she herself still had to ride a bicycle to school.
It seems that tying him up is indeed relatively easy.
Jin Cheng, who was bound hand and foot and thrown into the back seat, did not slowly open his eyes until evening.
Headache.
It hurts all over.
Seeing the scenery rushing past the car window, Jin Cheng was terrified.
Just as he was about to struggle, he noticed the rope binding his hands behind his back tighten.
The men in the front seats, chatting and laughing, did not notice Jin Cheng's unusual behavior.
The tingling, chilling sensation in his palm brought Jin Cheng back to his senses.
He struggled to decipher the strokes of the hemp rope across his palm, finally piecing together the complete meaning of the wandering ghost.
Tollbooth, opportunity.
Jin Cheng forced himself to calm down and quickly thought of a way to attract the attention of the tollbooth staff.
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