Sheng Yanzhou furrowed his brow as he read the text, but he transmitted it to Cheng Qiting without missing a word. There were only three seconds left; whether it would work or not, they had to try. "Trust me," he thought.
Everyone present felt a knot in their stomachs. They all knew that in just a few seconds, the bomb would explode.
Cheng Qiting didn’t hesitate. Compared to waiting to die in the car, he was willing to take the bold risk. He believed that this was a desperate measure Sheng Yanzhou had somehow come up with, and he trusted his friend.
Cheng Qiting unbuckled his seatbelt.
He opened the driver’s side door.
Without hesitation, Cheng Qiting leaped out of the car with all his might. Instinctively, he protected his head, thinking that even if he were to die, he should at least die with some dignity; he couldn't afford to get his face hurt.
The expected pain did not come. He landed softly on the ground, as if some unseen force was lifting him and then cushioning his fall.
Before Cheng Qiting could fully process the relief of surviving, a deafening explosion shattered the night. His car was blown to pieces, flames shooting into the sky, illuminating the darkness as if it were day.
His face went pale as he couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t jumped out of the car. He probably would have been reduced to nothing but ashes.
Cheng Qiting approached Sheng Yanzhou, knowing that if it weren't for him this time, he certainly wouldn't have survived. After that moment of crisis, Cheng Qiting's expression was still somewhat pale, fear of death lingering on his face.
He patted Sheng Yanzhou's shoulder and said, "Yanzhou, I won't say much more; I owe you my life this time."
Their years of friendship didn’t require many words; saying too much might even feel awkward. At the same time, as Cheng Qiting looked at him sitting in a wheelchair, his heart was filled with sorrow. He silently vowed that no matter whether it took finding a miracle doctor or a master healer, he would do everything in his power to treat Sheng Yanzhou's legs.
Seeing that Cheng Qiting was truly unharmed and not even scratched, Sheng Yanzhou chuckled lightly.
"It's fine as long as you're okay, but the person you really need to thank isn't me."
Cheng Qiting was about to ask more questions when he realized that others had already reacted; he was surrounded by family. The Cheng family also sincerely thanked Sheng Yanzhou.
Sheng Yanzhou knew that this wasn't the time for explanations, as the matter still required investigation. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Cheng family, he took his leave.
Cheng Qiting understood this logic and decided to first reassure his family, planning to ask about the situation later when it was more convenient. He couldn't comprehend why he had jumped from a speeding car without a scratch— it was nothing short of a miracle!
Although the Cheng family saw that he appeared unharmed, they were still worried. They immediately called for an ambulance to take him to the hospital for a check-up to ensure there were no internal injuries.
Meanwhile, others stayed behind to search for clues and investigate who had orchestrated the murder.
On the way back, Sheng Yanzhou once again expressed his gratitude to Ruan Fuxi. This time, he truly believed in her capabilities. After all, it was not something an ordinary person could do—making someone jump from a speeding car and emerge completely unscathed.
Ruan Fuxi, seeing his sincerity, replied without hesitation. "No need to be too polite; I do charge for my services."
Fortune-telling might be complimentary, but saving lives came at a different price!
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