Liu Jie was Ningxiang's college classmate who had once passionately pursued her. However, Ningxiang rejected him. A year ago, during a college reunion, Ningxiang got drunk, and Liu Jie took advantage of this, deceiving her into his room and taking compromising photos of her. Since then, he used these photos to extort and blackmail her repeatedly. Ningxiang, unwilling to be manipulated but feeling helpless, kept this a secret from Zhao Datou, fearing it would hurt him.
The luxurious and elegant decor of the room, rich but not ostentatious, reflected the refined taste of its owner.
In front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, the morning sun shone in, making Zhao Datou's bald head gleam warmly, which he found particularly comforting.
Leaning on the sofa, Zhao Datou gazed absently at Ningxiang, who was bustling about in the kitchen. He suddenly realized they hadn't had such romance in a long time. Just last night, he received a message from the hitman named Jia: Liu Jie was dead. He had immediately transferred the agreed 200,000 yuan to the designated location. He had taken Ningxiang with him to deliver the money and told her everything. She, too, had confessed everything to him during the journey... Now, with Liu Jie gone, the nightmare was finally over!
On the way back after delivering the money, they finally embraced each other again, returning to their old ways...
"Dinner's ready!"
Lost in thought, Zhao Datou was brought back to reality by Ningxiang, who walked out of the kitchen carrying two cups of hot milk. Her hair was tied up high, and her makeup-free face still had a charming blush, mesmerizing Zhao Datou. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he suddenly remembered something, reaching for his phone.
"What's up, not eating?" Ningxiang sat beside him, curiously looking at the phone in his hand.
"I think... I should thank that Mr. Jia. Although it's all business, he's not an ordinary businessman," Zhao Datou said thoughtfully, dialing the number from the message.
Ningxiang nestled in his broad chest, murmuring, "We really should thank him."
"But he's turned off his phone, maybe he's rejecting calls," Zhao Datou mused.
"People in his profession are always so mysterious," Ningxiang said gently, picturing Mr. Jia as one of those cold-blooded hitmen from the movies, a world far removed from her own...
Just then, the phone rang. Zhao Datou answered with confusion.
"Old Meng, what's up?"
"Boss, it's not good, the Jeep's been stolen..." Old Meng's voice was full of panic.
"Stolen? Didn't you lock it up well last night?" Zhao Datou frowned.
"Yes, I did, but... Boss, we should call the police!"
Zhao Datou pondered for a moment, then chuckled, "No need. That old car was due for retirement anyway! I'll buy a new one today!"
Outside Ningxiang Pavilion, Old Meng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly putting away his phone, looking at the empty spot where the Jeep used to be. It seemed the boss was in an exceptionally good mood today...
Then, he walked towards his colleagues, who were gathered at the entrance, chattering about something.
They were discussing last night's tragic accident, where a motorcyclist had his head completely severed by a wire in the courtyard of his workplace.
Now, the entire Wutong City was buzzing about the incident. Countless parents, teachers, and elders were using it as a cautionary tale: "See what happens when you ride too fast..."
Regretting that he wasn't at the scene of the accident, Old Meng thought to himself that he should have joined in the excitement. Speaking of which, where was Mu Zi today? He wondered...
Meanwhile, a hundred miles away from Wutong City, on the road to Binnan City, Mu Zi parked the stolen Jeep deep in a dense forest beside a remote road. He then carried a large black plastic bag out of the forest.
The plan had been extremely risky, but ultimately successful.
Standing by the road, he glanced back at the forest with a sense of reluctance.
Goodbye, Wutong!
He then took out a SIM card from his pocket and casually tossed it into a puddle by the road...
Three hours later, at Binnan City Provincial Hospital's special disease ward, Yezi woke up again from her coma.
Fever, swelling, vomiting, internal bleeding – it was as if a demon was tormenting her, making her wish for death.
Bone marrow transplant, such a laughable notion, seemed like a privilege only
for the wealthy. Better to die, she often thought.
But this time, she woke up quickly. In her nightmare, she heard her parents' calls, not of despair, but of joy, confidence, and hope!
Yezi finally opened her eyes to see her parents' aged and weary faces, now filled with joy and excitement.
"Yezi, you can have the surgery tomorrow!" Her father said tremblingly, his voice choked with emotion.
"Don't comfort me anymore..." Yezi weakly responded.
"This time, it's real, look!"
Her mother showed a black plastic bag filled with neatly stacked new banknotes.
"We've met a benefactor," her father said, tears streaming down his face. "Some kind-hearted person left this money on your bed while I was calling the nurse. It's 150,000 yuan! Now, we can finally afford the surgery!"
What followed was a family's tearful embrace...
All this while, Mu Zi, who had come to see Yezi, didn't speak a word to her. Even when delivering the money, he did so stealthily while she was asleep and alone, then quickly left. He didn't want to explain where the money came from, nor could he. So, he simply chose not to see Yezi.
From the window of Yezi's room, across a street, was a large hotel. In a room directly opposite Yezi's window, Mu Zi put down his binoculars, a look of satisfaction on his face.
The next day, Yezi successfully underwent the bone marrow transplant, and the surgery went well.
Mu Zi, watching from the shadows, only decided to leave after confirming the success of Yezi's surgery.
Standing by the roadside, he hailed a taxi.
The taxi stopped, and the driver looked at the silent young man in a black T-shirt suit and dark sunglasses, asking, "Where to?"
Mu Zi pulled out a map from his bag, glanced at it through his sunglasses, and replied, "Binbei City."
The car started moving quickly, rushing through the streets.
Looking through the window at the cityscape passing by, Mu Zi exhaled deeply.
A new journey was beginning.
Leaning back in his seat, Mu Zi's eyes behind the sunglasses showed a brief moment of uncertainty.
What about the future... and a career?
Moments later, he sat up, removed his sunglasses, his young face filled with determination and confidence.
Deception, greed, oppression, pollution – this world was always full of such hatred...
Mu Zi's mind flashed with the image of the beautiful and melancholic lady boss... For the weak, the only ways to deal with hatred were to escape and endure.
Shouldn't someone step up to solve these problems?
That person would be him!
Involuntarily, Mu Zi reached up to twirl the newly grown hair on his forehead...