Yata Road

Chapter 322 - 296 I Love You, Love Our Child_2

Chapter 322: Chapter 296 I Love You, Love Our Child_2

"You’re insane. That’s not the madam’s order,"

Mike tried to break free from his grip, shouting loudly amidst the howling wind: "Zhong, those who understand the current affairs are wise. The madam’s orders are indeed important, but we don’t need to antagonize money. Once the job is done, we three can split the money. Afterwards, we can leave the madam and make our own way in the world as brothers."

"You’re too naive. Do you think there will be a good outcome from defying the madam’s orders? You’re opposing the entire Black Hand, who exactly told you to do this?" Zhong increased the strength in his hands, probably because of their argument, and the continuously sleeping Niannian suddenly started crying loudly, which made Mike even more irritable. He rolled down the car window to the max, attempting to throw the child off the bridge.

The bridge was tens of meters high, with raging waters below. If the child really fell, there was no chance of survival.

Zhong thought of the last message sent to him by Mu Shuoqian, with that high and mighty man having used the words "I beg you," entrusting half of his hopes onto him.

With that thought, he suddenly grabbed the child’s arm with one hand and chopped towards Mike with the other.

Mike was no pushover either; the two of them started to fight back and forth in the confined space.

"Zhong, have you lost your mind? All that money and you don’t want it?" Billy, who was driving, yelled out.

Meanwhile, Mike was pinned against the car window, with his fingers tightly grasping his throat. Mike’s eyes kept widening, his two hands struggling to break free from the grip, but Zhong clenched his teeth and didn’t let go, until Mike’s struggling grew weaker, and finally, he slumped down.

"Zhong, I’m going to fight you." Billy let go of the steering wheel, his eyes bloodshot as he pounced backward.

Zhong directly grabbed his shoulder and pinned him to the car seat, stretching his arm from behind to choke his neck firmly.

With no one steering, the vehicle gradually began to lose control; sparks flew as the car scraped along the bridge, and then the right wheel jerked to the side, hitting the railing of the North Bridge, about to plunge off.

At the last critical moment, Zhong, holding the child, kicked open the side door and leaped out.

The car was moving too fast, and he protected the child with all his might, rolling several times before crashing against the side of the bridge to stop.

Zhong quickly checked on the baby, who astonishingly seemed to think someone was playing with him. The crying stopped, and with a pouted lip, he gazed up with big eyes, waving his little hands at him.

Looking at the cuddly little fellow in his arms, the usually cold-hearted Zhong was also softened by his adorably cute appearance. The child’s small hand touched his jacket, as if trying to grasp something, gently tugging at it, those innocent big eyes gleaming with naive light.

In that instant, he felt as if he were looking at an angel.

With a loud splash, the car he was originally in broke through the bridge railing and plunged into the sea, stirring up a huge wave, and then the entire vehicle started to flood and sink rapidly, disappearing into the calm surface of the sea.

Zhong held the child close and walked to the edge of the bridge to look down for a while. There were already cars stopping nearby, and he flagged down a passing taxi.

The driver, seeing him covered in blood, with a fierce look, trembled in fear, but upon noticing the child he held, managed to steady his nerves.

"Big brother, where to?"

Zhong was supposed to go to the airport; Qiu Lan was waiting for him to bring the child back, but the little one seemed to know something, his small hand firmly grasping his jacket.

The word ’airport’ almost slipped out, but he swallowed it and said, "Head towards the suburbs."

The driver shuddered upon hearing this, fearing for the desolate location. Could this mafia-like man possibly kill him, steal the car, and take the money? All sorts of bad thoughts ran through his mind.

Seemingly perceiving his concern, Zhong pulled out his wallet, took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills, and slapped them on the passenger seat: "Drive safely. This covers the fare and the car cleaning fee."

Relieved by the sight of the money, the driver swallowed his fear and concentrated on driving.

Passing through a commercial street, Zhong suddenly had him stop the car. He handed him several hundred yuan: "Go find a baby store and buy some formula and a bottle."

"Big brother, how old is this kid?" the driver thought, wondering if the child was stolen.

"Just a few days old. Go ask what kind of formula to buy, get it right, and also get some hot water. Oh, and we need diapers and things like that."

Following instructions, the driver parked the car by the roadside, entered a baby supply store, and soon came out carrying a large and small bundle of items.

Zhong gazed at the child in his arms, a gentle smile lifting the corners of his mouth. The child’s little blanket was lost in the scuffle, and fearing the child would be cold, Zhong wrapped his arms around to hold him tight.

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Tang Tianyou rode his motorcycle onto the North Bridge and saw from afar a crowd gathered at the edge looking down, with the railings damaged and car parts scattered everywhere.

He stopped his motorcycle and pushed through the crowd to get inside.

"How terrible, to fall into the river like that, sinking right to the bottom."

"Surviving a fall like that would be a miracle, the sea here is so deep."

Although Tang Tianyou didn’t know who had fallen from here, he suddenly felt a chill rising from his feet, and he squeezed his way through the crowd to lean on the railing and look down.

The sea had swallowed up the submerged vehicle, with only shattered car parts and some random objects floating.

Among those objects floated a piece of fabric.

When he recognized the pattern on the fabric, he abruptly covered his mouth, eyes brimming with sorrowful tears.

He remembered that it was Niannian’s little blanket, personally embroidered by Aunt Li, decorated with a starfish pattern.

Gu Qili adored it, and Niannian had been wrapped in it since birth. When Niannian was abducted, he was swaddled in that same blanket.

Although Aus City never experienced winter, the temperature around the Chinese New Year was only in the teens, and the water was even colder. In such deep waters and at such cold temperatures, even an adult would not survive a fall, let alone a newborn baby.