Chapter Twenty-Eight: Falling Off the Cliff and Breaking One's Mind

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Seeing the car flip over, the people Tang family had called over pretended to be making urgent phone calls. They had already tampered with their own vehicle long ago. When the car malfunctioned, brakes failed, and control was lost, even if the police arrived, they could firmly claim it was unintentional. Su Zhihan clung tightly to Song Miaoke, truly sensing the danger, but she herself was barely hurt. Indeed, the protagonist’s halo shines brightest when needed most.

“Everyone, are you alive? If so, make some noise quickly.”

Song Yu: “Squeak squeak.”

Song Miaoke hesitated for two seconds, then decided to follow the formation: “Squeak squeak.”

Ji Han: “...”

Su Zhihan: “Old Ji, don’t break the formation, make some noise quickly.”

Ji Han: “…Squeak.”

See? Holding onto these two tightly meant no harm would come. Su Zhihan carefully loosened her grip on Song Miaoke, trying to see if she could get out of the car. The car hadn’t deformed much; maybe the door could be opened. But the door seemed blocked by something. Using her petite frame, she squeezed out through the window, and after getting out, she didn’t forget to pull Song Miaoke out as well. After all, she was their lucky charm, and a charm must never be abandoned.

Once outside, Su Zhihan wanted to pull the two big men out too, but seeing their current posture, she couldn’t help but laugh. Face to face, embraced—this was what it meant to lean on each other’s necks, to be entwined. “Hehehe, this pose you two have is pretty good,” Su Zhihan said as she pulled out her phone to take a photo—only to discover its screen was shattered. What an unfortunate coincidence.

Ji Han, glaring at her gloating expression, was truly annoyed. Instead of laughing here, she’d better help get them out sooner. “Su Zhihan, hurry and get us out! You can laugh all you want after we’re free.”

Song Yu was also uncomfortable: “Yeah, yeah, get us out first. It’s really awkward for two grown men to be hugging like this.” Neither he nor his parents had ever hugged this way.

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Su Zhihan glanced at the space in front; the deformation was quite serious. Only because those two were squeezed together had they escaped unscathed. If Song Yu hadn’t listened to her, he might have been crushed into a mess already. The door wouldn’t open; their only option was to break the windshield.

Looking at Song Miaoke’s worried face beside her, Su Zhihan thought it was time for the strongwoman to step up. She took out the broken window hammer she had found: “Sister! Here, it’s your turn!”

Song Miaoke took the hammer and nodded solemnly.

Two minutes later, the front windshield was removed, and the seats were dismantled. The two big men were finally rescued. Though when they came out, they looked a bit disheveled—being pulled out through the cramped opening made their joints creak.

This time, Song Miaoke didn’t hide her strength at all.

Once free, Song Yu looked at Song Miaoke, then at Ji Han, and said seriously: “Bro, you have to treat her well. You absolutely must treat her well!”

Ji Han was baffled by his tone: “What are you talking about? Did you hit your head just now?” Since when did he start spouting nonsense?

Song Yu sighed and shook his head meaningfully. “Bro, I’m serious. Trust me, you won’t go wrong listening to me.”

He meant to say: treat her well, or else when she slaps you, your head could spin twice around your neck.

Who would’ve thought that this seemingly delicate Song Miaoke had such power? No wonder she was the kind of woman his brother favored—definitely not ordinary.

Su Zhihan caught the meaning in Song Yu’s words and smiled broadly. See? In the face of absolute strength, everything else is trivial.

Now that everyone was out, they began to ponder what had really happened. All of them shared the same thought: this was definitely connected to the Tang family.

Ji Han analyzed: “The Tang family used to have ties to the underworld. In recent years, those who crossed them have either become disfigured or died—without exception, all in car accidents.”

Song Yu knew a bit about the Tang family, too: “The old Tang patriarch has retired, but the younger generation hasn’t shaken off their old habits. I won’t let this matter go easily.”

They hadn’t killed him, so he was ready to take revenge. Did they really think Song Yu was a pushover?

Su Zhihan sat on the ground, propping her head up, thinking this fit the plot of a romance novel perfectly. No wonder she felt uneasy last night—so that was her sixth sense. Looks like it was quite accurate.

Their crash site was quite remote; climbing back up was impossible. They’d have to take a detour.

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Listening to the two men’s plan, Su Zhihan stood up with a blank stare and pulled a phone out of their pockets. Then she promptly called the police.

Ji Han: ……

Song Yu: ……

Su Zhihan waved their phones and said speechlessly, “Are your phones just for show? Mine’s broken, but yours aren’t.”

“Instead of wasting time and energy climbing back up ourselves, we should wait for the police. It’s safer.”

Everyone suddenly realized: right, why hadn’t they thought of that?

Song Miaoke looked at Su Zhihan with sparkling eyes, full of admiration. “Zhihan, you’re so smart.”

Su Zhihan chuckled twice and looked disdainfully at the two men. “It’s not me who’s smart—it’s that their brains just don’t turn.”

The four sat silently on the ground. Before long, their stomachs began to growl.

Song Yu said, “I’ll go check if there’s anything to eat nearby. Ji Han, you come with me.”

Ji Han nodded and was about to stand, but Su Zhihan pressed them both back down.

She led Song Miaoke over to the car’s trunk, had her open it, and pulled out two large bags of food, bright-eyed.

Now, the two men looked at them as if they were idiots.

Ji Han and Song Yu: “…” What to do? They really seem quite dense. Could they have hit their heads when falling?

Su Zhihan now understood why the male and female leads in novels looked so disheveled after falling off cliffs.

Because they simply didn’t use their brains.

Song Yu tried to defend himself, “Zhihan, my brain is normal. I must have been influenced by Ji Han.”

Right, he was usually quite clever, now it was Ji Han’s influence. Surely it was because they hugged just now.

Ji Han stared wide-eyed at him, incredulous. “You have thick eyebrows and big eyes, yet you’re quick to pass the blame!”