A figure flashed past in front of them, the shadow disappearing into the grass.
Di Mingjue looked in the direction of Ye Ziyu’s finger, his vision filled only with trees.
“Ziyu, you’re too nervous,” Di Mingjue said.
There wasn’t even a bird, let alone people.
Ye Ziyu shook her head, still pointing forward with her finger. “I saw Xiao Ran.”
With that, she strode forward, staring intently ahead, regardless of whether Di Mingjue believed her or not.
The surrounding weeds grew chaotically, and objects with sharp thorns, like vines, brushed against Ye Ziyu’s calves, pulling them and altering their growth direction.
Di Mingjue watched her walk forward as if possessed, his heart pounding.
“Slow down!”
The grass rustled, and Xiao Ran, holding Xingxing’s arm, said, “I think I heard Daddy’s voice.”
Xingxing pushed aside the grass with his hand, and Ye Ziyu and Di Mingjue appeared before him. He mumbled, “It’s them.”
Seeing that the people approaching were not villains, Xiao Ran excitedly stood up from behind the grass. He waved his hands and shouted, “Mommy, Daddy!”
“Xiao Ran?” Di Mingjue looked surprised.
Ye Ziyu had been walking forward as if in a trance, and she only became like this after seeing them.
Seeing the people she had been thinking about, tears suddenly streamed down Ye Ziyu’s face. “Where did you go? Are you hurt?”
Xiao Ran and Xingxing were turned around in Ye Ziyu’s hands. Seeing the red marks left by the ropes on their wrists, Ye Ziyu’s tears flowed even faster.
What had happened to them during her absence? Why were there so many new scars on their bodies?
Before she could ask, her tears, coupled with her emotions, rendered her unable to speak.
“Mommy, we’re okay now,” Xiao Ran said, clutching his sleeve to gently wipe away Ye Ziyu’s tears. “Don’t cry!”
Ye Ziyu’s eyes were like a faucet that couldn’t be turned off, tears gushing down. Xiao Ran kept wiping them, and in his distress, he started to cry as well.
Xingxing’s hands, resting by his legs, twitched. He wanted to wipe Ye Ziyu’s tears along with Xiao Ran, but after raising his hands, he hesitated, afraid to act out.
Seeing the two of them weeping, Di Mingjue sighed helplessly. “Since they are not seriously injured, try not to cry anymore for now. Let’s tidy them up and take them for a check-up.”
There were obvious superficial wounds, and internal injuries were inevitable.
Under Di Mingjue’s comfort, he supported Ye Ziyu, while Xingxing, like an older brother, helped support Xiao Ran.
They arrived at the place where the kidnappers had abandoned the car and met up with Shen Lin.
“Mr. Di,” Shen Lin greeted, his gaze falling on Xingxing and Xiao Ran. “That’s great, the young masters are all safe.”
“Find a way to bring the car over and take them to the city hospital now,” Di Mingjue arranged.
Shen Lin had already anticipated this before the reunion, and the car had been arranged to be parked not far ahead.
As soon as they got into the car, accompanied by the bumpy ride, Xingxing and Xiao Ran leaned against each other and fell asleep from exhaustion.
Ye Ziyu looked at them with heartache and took off her jacket to cover them.
A familiar scent wafted over. Xiao Ran quietly opened his eyes and saw Ye Ziyu looking at them with a tender expression.
However, her gaze was mostly directed at Xiao Ran, and he only received Ye Ziyu’s affection by association. A sense of loss arose, and he closed his eyes, trying to heal the invisible wounds in his heart.
Hospital.
As soon as the car stopped, Ye Shaoting hurried to the car door. He looked at Xingxing sleeping in the back seat, his tense nerves relaxing. “You’ve all worked hard.”
“Big brother, you’re being too formal. Even without Xiao Ran, we would have diligently searched for Xingxing’s whereabouts,” Ye Ziyu replied politely.