Even though everyone in the Jing Family believed Jing Jihan was dead, Jing Luozhou still felt an inexplicable familiarity at this moment.
"You..." Jing Luozhou hesitated and asked softly, "Brother?"
"Mm." After a moment, a deep, cold voice finally came from the other end of the phone.
It seemed inconvenient for him to talk over there.
Jing Luozhou almost couldn't hold onto his phone: "What the hell? You're not dead? If you're not dead, why aren't you coming back quickly? Grandpa, he..."
"It's not the right time to come back now."
Hearing this, Jing Luozhou's expression became solemn: "Yeah, your previous suspicions were correct, Second Uncle definitely has issues, he should know you've discovered something. This car accident is definitely related to him, but the safety system in your car was always up to standard, how did it suddenly..."
"I know, the safety system inside the car was deliberately sabotaged. Preparations were made beforehand, but there were indeed mistakes, leading to brake failure. The car that was supposed to hit the mountain wall ended up off the cliff."
"I followed that day and saw the wrecked car. It was truly horrific to look at. Hope you weren't injured badly..."
Only real brothers can joke like this at such a time.
Jing Jihan chuckled lightly: "Next year on the racetrack, let's see if I can still lap you twice?"
Jing Luozhou's mouth twitched fiercely: "...Alright, I know, let's not talk about the others for now, I'll have to find a way to convey this to the old man."
As a professional racer, being overtaken by your own brother for two entire laps is simply a great humiliation.
Jing Jihan was silent again for a while without responding.
Not knowing his current situation, Jing Luozhou hurriedly asked: "Where are you now? Shall I come find you and help you move somewhere else?"
"No need, hanging up." The response finally came from the other side, but it was just four indifferent words, followed by the busy tone of a call being hung up—
Jing Luozhou: "..."
If you didn't know, you'd think Jing Jihan wasn't on the run but staying in some comfortable haven, and wouldn't want to move even if someone offered him a more pleasant place?!
...
Jing Luozhou left the ward. Earlier, worried that the old man's eyes were dimmed by illness, unable to see his mouth clearly, he directly used the finger signals he used to frequently use with Jing Jihan during childhood right in front of him, the hint was obvious enough.
The call from his brother came back very timely, as long as the old man was okay, the foundation of the Jing Family wouldn't be shaken by Jing Jihan's temporary disappearance.
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In summer, typhoons often wreak havoc in Jiang City.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window at night. Jing Jihan was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard the sound of the door being gently pushed open.
Only the wall lamp by the bed was turned on in the bedroom. He turned to see Shi Mianmian holding a white teddy bear in her arms, standing at the door with red eyes looking at him.
"Uncle, the thunder outside is very loud, I'm scared to sleep alone." Shi Mianmian's voice was pitiful.
Seeing her bare little feet standing on the floor, Jing Jihan's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he sat up: "Why are you barefoot? Come here."
Shi Mianmian immediately ran over holding the white teddy bear, climbed up to the bedside, and tried hard to climb up, successfully getting onto the bed and squeezing next to Jing Jihan.
"Is mommy not here?" Seeing this little girl looked like she had just cried, Jing Jihan raised his hand to stroke her head, his voice unknowingly soft and gentle.
Shi Mianmian sniffed her nose: "Mommy was sleeping with me, the thunder was too loud, I woke up and found mommy was gone..."
Upon hearing this, Jing Jihan got up and walked out, checking the surroundings, Shi Su was indeed not there.
In such weather, so late at night, she must have rushed out to handle some urgent matters after the child fell asleep.
Jing Jihan returned to the bedroom. Shi Mianmian was still sitting on the edge of the bed with red eyes looking at him, showing an expression of wanting to sleep here and not in her own room.