Soul Patch

Chapter 142: More danger than good

"Thank you!" Wenjie said briefly.

He walked past Jia Lin, picked a seat by the window in the dessert shop, and before he was even settled, he put the ice cream in his mouth and licked it.

The icy chocolate flavor melted in my mouth. It was so refreshing to enjoy a cold drink in an air-conditioned shop on a hot summer day!

And now, something even more exciting is clearly unfolding before us.

Wenjie watched as Jialin paid, took two chocolate ice creams, and went to a table not far from Wenjie.

A woman was sitting at the table. She had long hair down to her waist, wore a straight skirt, a white shirt, stockings, and heels—clearly her work attire.

Could this be Jia Lin's colleague?

Wenjie knew very little about Jia Lin's situation; he had only heard Jia Nan mention that Jia Lin had left home to work a long time ago.

As for where Jialin went or what job he did, there was absolutely no idea.

However, judging from Jia Lin's outfit, he must be at least a white-collar worker.

Maybe they're a high-earning professional.

The woman looked to be around thirty years old. As she took the ice cream from Jia Lin, she gazed at him with affection.

Jia Lin's gaze back at the woman was filled with tender affection and deep love.

It's obvious at a glance that their relationship isn't so simple.

There seems to be a reason why Jia Lin hasn't been home for so long!

Seeing Jia Lin's hand resting on the back of the woman's chair next to him, and the two talking intimately with their heads down, Wen Jie awkwardly looked away.

He is a little depressed.

If you lose sight of the target instance, how can you deploy patches?

Furthermore, this timing is significant for Jia Song, but may be meaningless for Andy.

Saying that is just being polite is actually meaningless.

He was torn between staying here to keep an eye on Jia Lin, going out to find Andy, or... rushing to M City to stop Jia Song from assaulting Zhao Xiaolong.

Wenjie's chaotic thoughts made him inexplicably irritable. Even the ice cream he was eating didn't taste good anymore.

He looked at the sun through the shop window and estimated it was around 11 a.m.

N City is about 2,000 kilometers away from M City, which takes about two hours by plane.

If you factor in the time it takes to get to the airport, go through security, board the plane, etc., I estimate that if I leave now, I can make it in time for Zhao Xiaolong to get out of school.

Wenjie opened Ctrip, but nothing happened after pressing the buttons for a long time.

Hey!

Ctrip was founded in Shanghai in 1999, so it can't be a problem with the Ctrip app, but rather with the mobile network.

Frustrated, he slammed his phone onto the table. The sharp "smack" echoed through the dessert shop.

Jia Lin, the woman beside him, and a few other customers in the dessert shop all turned to look at them.

Turning around, Wenjie saw the woman's face clearly.

I must say, she really is a beauty!

Her features were delicate and harmonious, her eyes were clear and narrow, and her cheeks were fair with a hint of pink, like cherry blossoms blooming in early spring, delicate and serene.

For some reason, this woman... gave him a very strange feeling.

It's hard to describe in a moment; it's definitely not the kind of amazing feeling you get when you encounter a beautiful woman on the street.

It's definitely amazing, but it's not just amazing; there seems to be something else mixed in.

Wenjie suppressed his doubts and left the dessert shop.

Once exposed to the blazing sun, you feel like you're about to melt.

He opened his mouth and exhaled, and sticky sweat began to pour out again.

As I turned a corner, the familiar floral dress began to twirl in front of me again.

Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he hadn't lost them.

Oh! Little Andy, I've been looking for you for so long!

Of course, strictly speaking, it was just a turn along this street, nothing too arduous.

However, the inner anxiety of not being able to see the target individual continued to torment Wenjie.

Little Andy was being held in a man's arms, while the woman who had just been Andy's mother, the one who had bought him dessert with a friendly smile, was nowhere to be seen.

Little Andy, held in the man's arms, appeared to be asleep, completely still.

Could it be child trafficking?

I've heard that human traffickers target pretty children for abduction, supposedly because pretty children are easier to sell.

Wenjie looked at Andy again. Her delicate, fair face, long and thick eyelashes, and the way she was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed made her look like a porcelain doll... Andy was beautiful enough.

He rushed forward, ignoring the suffocating feeling of the lukewarm air, and blocked the man's path.

"Don't..." Wenjie was about to stop him, but when he met the man's face, he immediately backed down.

This is clearly Andy's father! The little Andy in his arms has a face that looks remarkably like a man's, with big, double-lidded eyes and a high, upturned nose...

Little Andy's adorable sleeping expression even bears a resemblance to the man holding her.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

Wenjie explained with an awkward smile.

The man glanced at Wenjie with a puzzled look, then picked up little Andy and got into the white Lexus parked by the roadside.

Seeing the man approach, a head popped out of the car and said to him with displeasure, "Why did you bring the child along?"

"Come to the passenger seat. Andy is asleep. Let her lie down in the back and sleep for a while."

The woman stood with her arms crossed, showing no intention of moving, and glared at the man with resentment in her eyes.

When her gaze fell upon the child in the man's arms, her eyes became even more venomous.

"Hurry up! Okay, why are you jealous of a child?" The man, holding the child, stood blankly by the car. This wasn't a solution, so he softened his tone.

The woman stomped her high heels loudly, grabbed her handbag with a swaying motion, and swayed around the car to open the passenger door.

She glared at Andy before angrily getting into the car.

The man sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

The car slowly accelerated, and when it reached the intersection, the light was about to change, and the car was right in the middle of the intersection.

How embarrassing!

At this time, cars generally do not choose to stop in place, because stopping in place means that when the light is red on this side, the light is green on the opposite side.

The car was blocking the intersection, taking up almost two lanes. This meant that cars in the opposite lanes had to merge into two lanes and go around it.

Not only will he get scolded, but it's also very dangerous. If he's not paying attention while driving, he might accidentally scrape the spot, and then he'll be fully responsible.

Besides, traffic regulations also have the principle of "clearing the intersection," so his actions don't count as running a red light.

Thinking this, he suddenly accelerated, and the car sped off like a runaway horse, hurtling wildly towards the other side of the road.

Immediately following was a loud "boom".

The two cars collided.

It was a large truck traveling in the opposite lane. It reached the intersection just as the light turned green, but it didn't slow down.

This behemoth crushed the small car under its wheels.

The front half of the white Lexus was completely crushed, and the driver and the young woman in the passenger seat were trapped in the debris, their bodies mangled and bloody.

Something's happened! Something's happened!

dead!

The intersection was packed with onlookers, and traffic was completely paralyzed.

Wenjie stared blankly at the scene unfolding, cursing inwardly: Damn it, how could something like this happen on just any random day! What bad luck!

He quickly walked through the crowd, glanced at the truck driver, and the driver was also stunned.

He sat on the ground with a droopy face, looking distracted, while being questioned by the traffic police.

Wenjie watched as the medical staff carried out two stretchers covered with white sheets. It seemed that Andy's father was in grave danger.

(End of this chapter)