Xiao Yuanmu leaned on the sofa, seemingly not hearing what he said clearly, and looked up at him: "What did you say?"
Song Xuanhe bent his fingers at his side and scraped the handmade seams on both sides of his trousers. Just as he was about to repeat the process in detail, Sun Jinren heard an email message. He took out his phone and opened the email to see the contents, but his face changed drastically and he shouted, "Second Young Master!"
"Second Young Master!" Sun Jinren quickly ran to Song Xuanhe and grabbed Song Xuanhe's arm. He didn't know how his forehead was covered with cold sweat within a few seconds. He was so anxious that his voice almost broke, but he forced a twisted smile on his face: "Just now I told you that I wanted to borrow Mr. Xiao for a few days to ask about investment, but now I don't need him. I found a new investment consultant, so I don't need to bother you."
Song Xuanhe's eyelashes trembled, and he controlled his eyes that wanted to look at Xiao Yuanmu's expression. He turned his head to look at Sun Jinren who was full of anxiety, and then pulled his arm out of his arms. He ignored the surprised and flustered voice of the system in his mind and asked, "Financial advisor?"
Sun Jinren nodded immediately, looking extremely anxious, but still maintaining a forced smile, and said, "Yes, Second Young Master, didn't we just ask Mr. Xiao to help me look at investment projects? Now we don't need that."
Song Xuanhe didn't seem to understand Sun Jinren's expression, and lowered his eyes and said, "Boss Sun just now didn't..."
"No!" Sun Jinren was like a frightened bird, every word was full of panic, and his voice was as if he was guilty, and he lowered his voice in an instant: "I will still deliver the thank-you gift I just promised to the Second Young Master, including the contract of Lola Group and the things you want, but Mr. Xiao does not have to lend it to me. I have other things to do, so I won't bother you anymore."
Sun Jinren seemed to be being chased by something. Without waiting for Song Xuanhe to react, he ran out of the small hall.
Song Xuanhe's eyes flickered slightly, and after a few seconds, he turned to look at Xiao Yuanmu who was still sitting.
Xiao Yuanmu was fiddling with the phone in his hand. The corners of his eyes were slightly flattened by his half-drooped eyelashes. The light fell on the side of his face, and his jade-like delicate face looked less cold and more gorgeous.
Noticing Song Xuanhe's gaze, the phone he was flipping between his fingers stopped, and he held it firmly in his palm. He raised his eyes and asked, "Boss Sun wants me to be his consultant?"
"Yes." Song Xuanhe suddenly raised his lips and asked, "But he seems to have suddenly found other consultants and changed his mind."
Xiao Yuanmu nodded his chin slightly and said, "In that case, let's go."
"Aren't you curious why he wants you, an ordinary employee of the venture capital department, to be his investment consultant?" Song Xuanhe looked at him, frowning a little, and seemed a little distressed: "I don't know why he suddenly asked me for you, and then suddenly didn't want you."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyebrows were cold, he stood up and said, "I'm not curious."
The two walked out of the small hall side by side. Just as they reached the door of the villa, they saw Sun Jinren and Song Jiabao standing in the corner of the garden. Due to the distance, they couldn't hear what they were saying, but Song Jiabao's face facing them was obviously very ugly, and from his expression it could be seen that he was in a very bad mood.
At the same time Song Xuanhe saw Song Jiabao, Song Jiabao also saw Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu. For a moment, his face became even uglier.
Song Xuanhe just retracted his gaze and said to Xiao Yuanmu, "Let's go."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the two people over there, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, and before it disappeared, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"You seem to have a bad relationship with Song Jiabao."
Sitting in the car, Xiao Yuanmu spoke lightly.
"Need I say more?" Song Xuanhe started the car, the voice of the system in his mind did not stop for a moment. He frowned and said in his mind: [Sun Jinren doesn't want Xiao Yuanmu, should I rush to send him over directly? Besides, even if I gave it to him, Sun Jinren wouldn't dare to accept it because he looked so scared. 】
When the system saw that Song Xuanhe finally replied to him, it said: [But if there is any deviation in this plot, your mission will fail! After returning to your original world, you can only live for half a year! 】
Song Xuanhe looked at the crowded road ahead and said calmly: [If I hadn't come to this world, I would only be able to live for half a year, right? 】
The system froze for a moment before asking: [But if you complete the task, you can live well. 】
[It's not that I don't want to complete it. You also said that there is a cause before there is an effect. Sun Jinren doesn't want Xiao Yuanmu, and he won't want it even if I give it to him. Since there is no cause, where can I find the effect? Song Xuanhe spoke very calmly, as if he had expected everything. [Moreover, Xiao Yuanmu has been reborn. All the plots should have been disrupted the moment Xiao Yuanmu was reborn. In this case, we should just let nature take its course. 】
After saying that, Song Xuanhe sneered: [You won’t tell me that Xiao Yuanmu hasn’t been reborn yet. 】
[The main system has replied that he was indeed reborn on September 15th. 】The system said: 【But even the main system doesn’t know from which time period he was reborn, so it issued all orders to be executed according to the development of the plot...】
From the panic of repeated guesses to the complexity of multiple tests, and then to the confirmation of whether Xiao Yuanmu was reborn in just five days, Song Xuanhe thought at that time, what kind of mood he would be in when he really heard the system tell him that Xiao Yuanmu was indeed reborn. Would he exclaim that it was as expected, or would he really be so absurd.
However, when this moment really happened, he felt nothing in his heart, only calmness.
The only question that came to mind was a question that even the main system could not determine - from which period Xiao Yuanmu was reborn.
Song Xuanhe lowered his eyes, feeling vaguely that there was a high possibility that his previous guess was true.
Today, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to have already known what would happen at the party, so he had been watching from the sidelines, silently examining everything around him. From Sun Jinren to him, their every move was analyzed and evaluated by him, and he came to conclusions.
Perhaps, Xiao Yuanmu had already noticed the difference between him and Song Xuanhe, with whom he lived before his rebirth, and he was lying in wait now just to find out the reason why he was different from the original owner.
[As soon as I received the order, the plot was cut short. 】The system said this with a hint of complaint, and then said: [But I have just reported what happened today to the main system. The main system will issue instructions after learning about the situation here, but I have already explained that this plot deviation has nothing to do with you, so you... don't worry too much. 】
[I'm not worried, I'm just thinking...]
Song Xuanhe was halfway through his words when Xiao Yuanmu asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Xuanhe paused, and replied without any surprise: "I'm thinking about what to do next."
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "About what?"
"About a lot of things." Song Xuanhe counted the seconds on the traffic light and said casually, "For example, where I came from and where I should go."
Hearing Song Xuanhe's perfunctory words that sounded like a joke, Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes. When the car started, he raised his eyes with a dark look and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
"No." Song Xuanhe laughed. "How can I figure out a problem that even philosophers don't understand?"
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze, whose emotion could not be seen clearly, lingered on his face for a few seconds before he looked away. Both of them stopped talking.
It was almost nine o'clock, and the roads in the city center were finally less congested. Song Xuanhe looked at the slightly empty intersection ahead, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
At the moment when the red light ended, he frowned and suddenly asked: "What time is it now?"
Xiao Yuanmu's voice sounded at the same time as the system:
"A quarter past nine."
【careful! 】
A truck with its high beams on on the right seemed to have lost control. After hitting two turning cars in succession, it quickly rushed towards this side.
Song Xuanhe's pupils shrank suddenly, and his mind immediately reminded himself that he should turn the steering wheel to avoid the truck, but his body was so stiff that he could hardly move.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the steering wheel. Xiao Yuanmu unbuckled his seat belt and quickly took control. At this time, he could no longer turn left to avoid the truck that was about to hit him. He turned the steering wheel to the right as far as possible. The car accelerated and ran over the green belt next to it, brushed past the big trees beside the green belt, and hit the street lamp in front.
At the same time, the truck hit a big tree with thick branches on the green belt with a bang, and the overloaded cargo tilted to one side. A louder collision sounded, and the truck tilted completely to the ground.
The truck that was running across the road, plus the car that was hit by the truck and then by a vehicle that didn't have time to brake, caused a chain accident that resulted in eight cars losing control and traffic at the entire intersection was instantly paralyzed.
Song Xuanhe, who narrowly avoided the accident, turned pale. He ignored the system's call and quickly unbuckled his seat belt to check on Xiao Yuanmu's condition.
Seeing the blood oozing from his forehead, Song Xuanhe's raised hand trembled a little. He carefully helped him up and whispered, "Xiao Yuanmu, how are you?"
Xiao Yuanmu did not react, his long eyelashes gently closed, blood on his forehead flowed along his eyebrows and across his cheeks, almost the same color as his slightly pursed thin lips, looking weird and fragile, so quiet that it made people uneasy.
Song Xuanhe hurriedly took out his cell phone to call an ambulance, staring at Xiao Yuanmu's pale face without daring to look away, his mind in a mess.
On the one hand, he rationally told himself that even if Xiao Yuanmu unbuckled his seat belt, the impact caused by the car just now would definitely not cause fatal harm to the human body.
The other side was panic-stricken and confused. The book described the scene of Xiao Yuanmu's car accident in great detail. Even if it was not the road Sun Jinren took, the truck and the time all matched. So, would Xiao Yuanmu, who must have died in the car accident, die again?
[He's fine, he's just unconscious. 】The voice of the system finally reached Song Xuanhe's ears: [His vital signs are very normal, he only has a slight impact wound on his head, and he doesn't even have a concussion. He shouldn't have been unconscious, but he still is. After analyzing the data, I concluded that this may be force majeure of the plot, you don't need to worry too much. 】
Song Xuanhe put his hand on Xiao Yuanmu's pulse and found that his heartbeat was indeed very steady. He breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the car and pulled Xiao Yuanmu out. The truck over there had begun to leak oil. Although the book did not mention trucks leaking oil or exploding, he was still very cautious.
It must be a chain reaction. Many people called for an ambulance, and the city center hospital was very close to here. After a while, several ambulances came roaring over.
Song Xuanhe followed Xiao Yuanmu into one of the cars. The doctor quickly checked and bandaged Xiao Yuanmu's wound. After bandaging, he found that there was nothing else seriously wrong with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Song Xuanhe and said, "Preliminary examination found that the patient is not seriously injured for the time being. As for whether there is any organ damage, we have to go to the hospital for a detailed examination... What's wrong with your hand? Why didn't you speak just now?"
The doctor looked at Song Xuanhe's arm, which was soaked in blood, in surprise. He told the nurse to prepare the tools while checking his hand. "Why didn't you tell me that you were bleeding so much? I saw blood on his body just now and I thought he was injured somewhere else. With such a big cut on your hand, how could you have the strength to drag someone out..."
"Your wound will need stitches later." The doctor frowned and simply treated Song Xuanhe. He said, "Don't move your hand. If that happens, it may not be your friend's fault, but you will be in trouble."
Song Xuanhe pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm fine. Besides, the truck is leaking oil. If I don't pull it out, what will happen if it explodes?"
The doctor took a look at him and checked again to see if there were any other injuries on his body. After knowing that he had no other injuries except the scrape on his arm, he said, "You are very thoughtful."
After arriving at the hospital, Xiao Yuanmu's examination results were consistent with what the system said. He only had a bruise on his forehead and no concussion. The cause of his coma still needed to be observed.
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu lying quietly on the hospital bed, Song Xuanhe finally breathed a sigh of relief and followed the doctor to the debridement room.
However, the little bit of color that had just returned to his pale face turned pale again when the doctor cleaned his wound bit by bit, and it was even paler than before: "Brother, please be gentle..."
There were too many injured people in this car accident, and there were not enough doctors. The doctor who cleaned his wound was the doctor in the ambulance. When he heard Song Xuanhe yelling with a frown on his face, he mocked him, "Weren't you able to bear the pain just now to drag your friend out? How come you can't bear such a little pain?"
"At that time, I ah ah ah——" Song Xuanhe couldn't stand pain since he was a child. When the doctor moved his hand, he screamed continuously. He was on par with the child next door who had a high fever and didn't want to get an injection. "Brother, please be gentle, it really hurts."
The doctor frowned and cleaned his wound, then rubbed his ear and said, "If you scream like that again while I'm stitching you up later, don't blame me if you get it wrong."
Song Xuanhe was stunned when he saw the wound that had been cleaned, and said stiffly: "No anesthesia?"
"Yes." The doctor smiled at him, "But it won't be completely painless."
The doctor was right. Compared to cleaning the wound just now, watching the needle pierce into my flesh now, even if it didn't hurt that much, the psychological torment was more severe.
But the doctor's words just now made Song Xuanhe shut up successfully. He just kept a pale face and pursed his lips and endured the stitches.
After finishing the stitches, Song Xuanhe glanced at the doctor's name tag and said, "Doctor Yu, I can also use anesthesia when the stitches are removed."
Yu Yan looked at him and said with a smile: "No."
Just as he was about to speak, Song Xuanhe's cell phone rang. He comforted the anxious Li Nian'an with a few words and repeatedly rejected her suggestions to rush to the hospital or send a car to pick him up before hanging up the phone.
When interrupted by Li Nian'an's phone call, Song Xuanhe suddenly realized that his previous question was childish and useless. Since anesthesia could not be given, he had nothing to say. So after thanking the doctor, he turned around and went to the emergency room ward.
Xiao Yuanmu had woken up, and stood up when he saw him coming. When his eyes fell on his stitched hand, for some reason a smile flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared so quickly that Song Xuanhe didn't see it. He asked, "Is your hand okay?"
"It's nothing." The anesthetic was still taking effect at this time, Song Xuanhe didn't feel much pain, and his answer was quite sincere.
However, after Xiao Yuanmu's eyes swept around his face, he suddenly walked closer, gently brushed his eyelashes with his fingertips, and said lightly: "There are drops of water on your eyelashes."
Song Xuanhe froze, and said with a twitch of his mouth: "That should be the sweat I just sweated on."
Xiao Yuanmu's cold face showed a rare expression similar to a smile, but it only lasted for a moment, and then he said: "Since there is nothing else, let's go back first."
Both of them were injured, so they naturally couldn't drive, and the car was still at the scene of the accident, and there was no car available at the time.
So they could only stand on the side of the road waiting for a passing taxi. Song Xuanhe's hand was injured, and Xiao Yuanmu had a bandage on his head. The two of them stood on the side of the road to stop a car, but no car stopped.
Song Xuanhe looked at the rear of another car that obviously had no passengers but still ignored them. He thought for a while before saying, "The driver wouldn't think that we were injured in a fight, would he?"
Xiao Yuanmu paused with his raised hand, his eyes fell on Song Xuanhe's sleeve which had turned black due to the dried blood. His brows unconsciously frowned, and he took out his cell phone to make a call.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyes and asked, "Have you called someone to pick us up?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly: "A friend."
Song Xuanhe's mind flashed back to the image of the man he saw in the orphanage director's ward. He asked, "What's your friend's name?"
"Yang Jie."
After searching his memory and books and finding no memory of this name, Song Xuanhe breathed a sigh of relief and stopped asking any more questions.
Yang Jie arrived quickly, but his attitude towards his friend Xiao Yuanmu was a little too respectful and cautious.
For example, when he saw Xiao Yuanmu injured, his face instantly turned paler than Song Xuanhe who had lost too much blood. He looked like he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to, and respectfully invited them to get in the car.
And when getting in the car, he would open the door, block the top of the car and say, "Brother Xiao, be careful."
Such an attitude is not like that of friends getting along as equals, but rather like that of superiors and subordinates. However, Song Xuanhe did not ask much. Since Xiao Yuanmu was reborn, he naturally had a way to gather his subordinates. One Yang Jie was nothing. The army under his command that would fight for him in the future would be truly fierce.
Seeing Song Xuanhe closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car, Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly: "Does your hand hurt?"
"No." Song Xuanhe closed his eyes and said while calming the system, "I'm a little tired and want to take a rest."
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze moved from his pale face to his slightly trembling curled eyelashes. His eyes, which had been calm until now, began to ripple slightly. The dark emotions in his eyes were complex and unclear. Finally, he closed his eyes and rested.
Song Xuanhe was actually very tired, but the system that kept talking in his mind prevented him from resting.
[I don't want to know what commands the main system sent. Can you let me rest for a while? Song Xuanhe said: Doesn’t the data from your system tell you that humans need to rest when they lose too much blood? 】
System: [But this matter concerns your future mission and your life. Aren’t you really curious? 】
[Even the car accident that Xiao Yuanmu was about to get into happened at the same time, what else do I have to be curious about? Song Xuanhe's eyeballs moved slightly, and he said: [Has the main system determined that this key plot is completed? 】
[How do you know!] 】
[If I don’t know, the injury would have been in vain.] 】
Although he was very panicked when the car accident happened, after calming down, Song Xuanhe realized that this fatal disaster was actually his way of survival.
In the book, Xiao Yuanmu can only be reborn after his death, but in reality, Xiao Yuanmu has already been reborn, and Sun Jinren has changed, but the car accident plot that was supposed to happen still came as expected, which means that Sun Jinren's departure from Xiao Yuanmu is only a part of the key plot, and only the car accident plot that led to Xiao Yuanmu's rebirth is the real key that cannot be changed.
So no matter whether Sun Jinren appears or not, as long as there is a car accident, and no matter when Xiao Yuanmu is reborn, as long as Xiao Yuanmu has a car accident and finds a legitimate reason for his rebirth, then he has completed the key plot.
In this case, narrowly escaping the car accident with the help of the reborn Xiao Yuanmu is his real way to survive.
[But you still have to follow the next plot. 】The system said: 【However, there are very few direct plots related to Xiao Yuanmu after his rebirth, so if all goes well, you can return to your own world when the original owner dies. 】
[However, there is one thing you need to pay attention to. Xiao Yuanmu has been reborn, which has caused many things to deviate. You must ensure that the most important things do not deviate. 】
Song Xuanhe thought for a moment and asked: [What about Xiao Yuanmu returning to the Xiao family? 】
【right. 】
[But it is his own business to return to the Xiao family. Song Xuanhe said: [In the book, he was discovered by the Xiao family only after he had made his mark. He has nothing to do with the Song Xuanhe in the book. 】
【Now it has something to do with you.】 】The system said with some guilt: [The main system discovered that you changed the lines in the key plot. Originally, it wanted to punish you and send you back to the real world directly, but later changed its mind and said that as long as you guarantee that Xiao Yuanmu returns to the Xiao family, it will be regarded as making up for your mistake and you will not be held responsible. 】
Song Xuanhe didn't say anything. The system asked hesitantly: [You have done so many things before. You knew that the key plot couldn't go wrong, but you still deliberately tested it... Is it because you didn't want Xiao Yuanmu to die in a car accident? 】
Almost at the same time as the system's words, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly spoke in the quiet car: "When the truck hit you just now, you knew that the direction you turned the steering wheel would put you in a position facing the truck, so why did you still turn it that way?"
The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: He must have loved me so much that he chose to sacrifice himself to protect me at the critical moment.
Song Xuanhe: My mind went blank and I didn’t even know how my hands were moving.
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