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Chapter 108: Dead Loop (Sixteen)
Mi's hand was slightly cold; it was a foggy night, and she was dressed too lightly. I refrained from sweet talk, but I could still say something appropriate. I gently squeezed her hand and whispered, "Are you still cold?"
"No." She pulled her hand away, stood up, and handed me back the coat I had draped over her shoulders. "Don't turn off your phone, and don't ignore me."
"I won't." Chi Xinrong smiled, his gaze filled with an unmistakable hint of flirtation as he watched me see Mi off.
After dropping Mi off at home, I faced the frustrated parents waiting for their daughter to return late. They were annoyed but held back their feelings, knowing their daughter's stubborn nature was not something just anyone could persuade. From my perspective, if it weren't for Han Mi's obstinacy, her parents would have firmly opposed any relationship with me.
"Uncle and Auntie, I'm leaving. You should rest." I knew the old couple's expressions were grim, but I pretended to be relaxed as I bid them farewell. Once Mi entered the house, I turned and strode back down the road.
I hadn't walked far when someone called out behind me; it was obvious it was Han Mi's father.
"Ma Qi, wait a moment."
"What is it, Uncle?"
"I just want to ask how much money you want to cut ties with our Mi!"
"Money? I don't want money. I like Mi, and she likes me... Besides, we..." Before I could finish my sentence, intending to say that we had already taken our relationship to the next level.
Unexpectedly, Han's Father waved his hand impatiently. "Don't give me that nonsense. I don't understand what young people think these days, but she's my only daughter. I can't push her into a fire pit. So if you like our Mi, I'm sincerely asking you to leave her. A person like you can't give her happiness."
"Why can't I? Uncle, I promise to love Mi for life and protect her from any harm."
"Son, you only know a few crooked ways. I thanked you for last time by giving you some money. My daughter has been raised by me since she was little; it's not easy. Besides, we hope she will take care of us in our old age, so you have no chance." With that, Han's Father turned and walked away, leaving me standing there in shock. After a few steps, he turned back and stuffed a heavy red envelope into my hands.
"No, Uncle, you're underestimating me. If you don't agree to let me be with Mi, there's no need to give me money. I can just not see her again or come looking for her." I knew saying this might hurt Mi, but her parents' actions were equally damaging to my pride.
Staring at the hurried back of Han's Father as he walked away, a heavy sense of loss weighed down on my heart. In this world, I was the only family Han Mi had left. Was I really going to lose her too? My eyes grew moist as these thoughts flooded my mind.
How was I supposed to face Mi's accusations next? And her words just now clearly indicated that she didn't want to leave me. What was I supposed to do?
From the perspective of Han's Parents, I truly was a poor wretch; the Funeral Home wasn't mine alone. Even so, I could be kicked out at any moment. Perhaps it was her parents who understood best what was happening between Han Mi and me.
I stood there foolishly, not knowing how much time had passed. In the distance, I heard a dog barking and a child crying in the night. Then came the sound of car horns; Chi Xinrong was urging me on. That girl was impatient and probably getting fed up waiting for me.
I turned around, suppressing my frustration, and got into the car without saying a word. The fat guy beside me kept chattering away, and my anger boiled over as I raised my fist at him: "Shut your filthy mouth."
The fat guy was startled and swallowed his unfinished words. But Chi Xinrong seemed intrigued by my outburst; she tilted her head and looked at me through the Rearview Mirror, asking, "Hey, Brother Qi, what's wrong? Did you eat gunpowder?"
I shot her a glare and snapped, "None of your business; just drive."
Chi Xinrong muttered under her breath, "I can't be bothered with your nonsense." The car shot out of the village road like an arrow, and once we hit the main road, there was no sign of slowing down. Both the fat guy and I felt tense.
We knew Chi Xinrong's temperament all too well. When she got angry, it was like a volcanic eruption; even the strongest water cannon couldn't extinguish her fury.
The speed was too fast; it felt like the car was floating, leaving both of us dumbfounded. Gripping the overhead handle tightly, I pleaded repeatedly, "Please, don't joke with our lives! We have no grudges against you; you wouldn't want to kill us, would you?"
"Who wants to kill you? I can't control the steering wheel! Do you think I'm driving this fast on purpose?" Chi Xinrong shouted in exasperation, and it dawned on me that something was wrong.
I remembered the last time Uncle Lin drove in a similar situation.
Oh no!
How did I not notice something strange in the car? It was Han Mi's situation that had left me heartbroken and distracted me from noticing the problem inside.
Just as I prepared to pull something out to deal with it, the car door swung open, and I was thrown out directly. After a few rolls, I lay motionless on the road.
It hurt! My whole body felt as if it had been torn apart. Helplessly, I looked around, but Chi Xinrong and Pang were nowhere to be seen. I was lying at the entrance of Hongqiao Supermarket, surrounded by a crowd of unfamiliar faces, and a car was speeding toward me.
Oh no! I was terrified. The car was heading straight for where I lay. I bent down with all my strength and shouted, "Hey! Can't you see me here?"
In that moment of panic, I realized something: these people really couldn't see me. The car was racing toward me, and damn it, this was a busy area with people coming and going. How could the driver ignore my existence and drive right over me?
I let out a scream, feeling as if my body was being crushed. The wheels grazed my body before the car sped away. After what felt like an eternity, my senses slowly returned. I opened my eyes to find myself bleeding all over, pain radiating through me.
This was a sign that I hadn’t died.
Because I wasn’t dead, I could feel everything. This pain spread throughout my body; I'd rather not have any sensation at all. Even if I were to be crushed repeatedly into a pulp, I'd accept it willingly. Yet here I was, feeling every bit of it. With each merciless impact, the fading sensation returned, and the agony intensified, creating an overwhelming sense of despair.
I couldn't make a sound; my throat felt tight. My arms wouldn't lift, and my legs were as weak as piles of rotten meat sprawled on the ground. I vaguely sensed the foul odor of decaying flesh emanating from my own body—had I already begun to rot? In sheer terror, I caught sight of a pair of feet entering my line of vision.
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