Chapter 72 Old Stories
Ji Chen's phone vibrated again.
With cars coming and going over the manhole covers, no one noticed that a cell phone was lying among the sewage and garbage in the sewer.
Xin Que has already led people to the unfinished building.
"You..." Ji Chen was terrified by the threat of being kidnapped, breaking out in a cold sweat and sobering up considerably. "You have a grudge against Song Wenxian?"
“It’s not really an enmity,” Xin Que said, her expression unchanged, making it impossible to guess her attitude towards Song Wenxian. “It’s just that I’m a little curious, brother, how did you manage to get on Song Wenxian’s good side?”
“Let’s have a heart-to-heart talk, and I’ll guarantee you’ll be fine. But if you try anything funny with me…” Xin Que smiled and squatted down, slapping the blade of his military knife against the man’s terrified cheek.
Ji Chen tried to move backward to avoid the blade in Xin Que's hand, but behind him was a mottled, rough wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
"I...I'm not familiar with Song Wenxian." Cold sweat dripped down Ji Chen's face, and his highly tense emotions made his speech somewhat incoherent.
Xin Que's smile deepened. "It's alright. I'm very good at using external help to help people remember."
...
"Wait!!! I... I remember!!!" Ji Chen's face was covered in tears and snot, and his whole body was convulsing in pain. Blood was dripping from his collarbone, and the blade of the triangular dagger had already penetrated more than halfway.
"You really remember?" Xin Que stopped what she was doing, and her expression softened a little as she watched the man in front of her nod frantically. "Tell me from the beginning?"
Ji Chen gasped for breath, speaking haltingly, each word a sharp, excruciating pain from the injury to his collarbone.
"I...I had absolutely no connection with Song Wenxian at the beginning..."
"It was him... when university started... we just happened to run into him..."
As soon as Ji Chen got his driver's license, he had his family buy him a sports car that he liked, and he drove himself and a few of his close friends to university to register.
After eating, drinking, and having a great time, the group finally headed towards Ji Chen's university.
"I never expected that person to be so blind!" Ji Chen recalled the incident with some resentment. "They just rammed into my car like they were blind..."
Following the information Ji Chen provided, Xin Que found a car accident case online.
A college student was driving a supercar at excessive speed when he grazed a student returning home from evening self-study, knocking him to the ground and then repeatedly running him over.
The autopsy report showed that the student was run over and killed. The few comments below were probably from the student's family, who said that there were bloody handprints on the road where the child had tried to crawl away.
Xin Que shoved her phone in front of Ji Chen's face, "You hit her?"
Ji Chen smiled awkwardly, "I wasn't driving very fast at the time... and my friend in the passenger seat knew the law... he said it's easier to get compensation if you kill someone than if you maim them."
Xin Que's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unconcerned about what Ji Chen had done.
“That night was just bad luck. I’m usually a good driver, but I had a few too many drinks…” Ji Chen’s tense emotions slowly relaxed a little. “After we ran over that student, we had only driven a few miles when we ran into Song Wenxian’s car.”
"At first, I thought Song Wenxian was also someone who didn't look where he was going while driving, but after seeing his car and license plate, I realized that he was also a rich kid in the entertainment circle..."
Ji Chen's memory of that student was less vivid than his memory of Song Wenxian's car. "My car is only around 800,000 yuan. Do you know how much Song Wenxian's Mercedes costs? More than three million yuan, damn it!"
"When I saw that car and its license plate, it scared me so much that I snapped out of my daze."
"How much compensation did they only pay for hitting that student... Sigh, at the time, everyone in the car thought they were definitely going to retaliate or something, but Song Wenxian didn't say anything after getting out of the car, and instead they were chatting and laughing..."
Xin Que twirled the military knife in his hand without saying a word.
Ji Chen spoke more and more fluently, and became a little bolder, "Song Wenxian even treated me to dinner later. That's when we found out that Song Wenxian and I were classmates in the same major."
"Later, we went to school together, and gradually we got to know each other."
“In the second semester of freshman year… that student’s parents started making a scene,” Ji Chen said, his face darkening and looking gloomy. “The connections my parents made were all useless; they couldn’t even stop an ordinary family.”
"And then..."
It refers to Song Wenxian's story of settling things with that student's parent for Ji Chen.
"Song Wenxian is a very loyal person," Ji Chen said, speaking highly of Song Wenxian. "It's a pity he's such a high achiever; we haven't had much contact since graduation..."
“Oh, right,” Ji Chen thought of something else, “He’s also very devoted to his girlfriend… We, his close friends, have put in a lot of effort to help him pursue his goddess.”
Xin Que seemed intrigued as well, "For example?"
Ji Chen gradually relaxed a bit, "Help him coax his goddess... and get rid of those ungrateful women while you're at it."
...
"Song Wenxian and I were just friends from university at best; we really have no contact now." Ji Chen finished speaking, his mouth a little dry, and a hint of uncertainty appeared on his face. "Can you let me go now?"
Xin Que sheathed her knife, and the disguised man's expression was lighthearted. "That's straightforward enough! Fine, I keep my word. You can leave now."
The rope binding Ji Chen loosened.
Ignoring the injury to his collarbone, he scrambled toward the exit, fearing that Xin Que might change her mind.
My sports car was parked quietly in front of the unfinished building.
Ji Chen was relieved to find that Xin Que hadn't caught up with him. He opened the car door and saw that his car keys were still there.
"Damn it!" Ji Chen cursed through his pain, the fear on his face vanishing. "He dared to stab me..."
He started the car, flooring the gas pedal to speed away from the unfinished building. "You really think I'm a coward?! Wait till I find out about you, you bastard... I'll make sure you're dead!!!"
"Bang----"
Xin Que slowly emerged from the unfinished building, saw the car accident scene where the entire vehicle was mangled, and sighed.
The front of the car was completely deformed, and the man in the driver's seat was squeezed in the middle, his limbs twisted, and blood from his forehead flowed down to the base of his neck.
"You never learn your lesson," she said, leaning down to look at the man who was barely breathing. "You've suffered so much in the car, and you still drive so recklessly."
Finally, she kindly reminded everyone, "Remember to check your car thoroughly before driving in your next life."
Ji Chen's vision was completely red.
He was in excruciating pain all over his body and was stuck in the car, unable to move.
He tried to call for help, but his chest cavity was crushed and damaged, and he had completely lost his voice.
"Ha...ha...ha..." The man's throat was like a broken bellows, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.
The smell of blood overwhelmed most of his sense of smell, and...
Ji Chen seemed to smell a strong odor of gasoline.
“You’re the one who taught me,” Xin Que smiled, her voice still as light as it was in the unfinished building, “It’s easier to compensate the dead than the living.”
"You won't mind me using what I've just learned, will you?"
A hint of fear gradually surfaced in Ji Chen's unfocused pupils.
No...no!!!
The lighter in Xin Que's hand fell into Ji Chen's arms with a "thud".
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