Not noticing at all, after driving out of the underground parking lot, a black car closely followed behind her.
As they entered the road and reached Gaojiaqiao, the black car behind suddenly accelerated.
Because the speed was too fast, Jiang Shiyu couldn't help but notice.
The black car, as if out of control, sped directly towards her direction.
Jiang Shiyu was greatly alarmed and frantically steered the steering wheel.
The tires screeched against the road, emitting a piercing noise.
It was still a step too late, and the rear of her car was hit by the black car with a bang.
Her car, like an arrow shot from a bowstring, shot straight towards the guardrail of the overpass.
Jiang Shiyu violently turned the steering wheel, forcing the car to turn in another direction.
Then, with a loud bang, the front of the car hit the guardrail on the other side, coming to a halt.
The car's airbags deployed, protecting her head in time.
However, the entire front windshield shattered.
Thousands of fragments fell onto her.
In a daze, she only heard a loud noise.
It turned out that the black car that had rear-ended her had intended to hit her again, but lost control and crashed in the wrong direction, flying directly off the Gaojiaqiao overpass.
The distance to the ground was over ten meters. The consequences of the car and its occupant flying off were unimaginable…
This was the last scene she saw before losing consciousness.
Less than a minute after the car accident, the overpass was instantly blocked. The first car stopped, and within a mere five minutes, it turned into a sea of traffic.
The car owner called emergency services and the police. Rescuers soon arrived.
Murong Cheng, having finished his meeting, was blocked by the traffic ahead.
He was on his way to the airport to fly to Gangcheng for a meeting.
He opened his phone and saw dozens of missed calls.
The man glanced at them indifferently and put his phone aside.
The driver, unaware of their cold war, casually remarked, "Mr. Murong, why haven't I seen you call your wife recently?"
At this time, Murong Cheng would always call Jiang Shiyu, and they would talk for half an hour. He didn't know what they talked about, but he could always hear Murong Cheng laughing.
However, it seemed that in the past two days, Murong Cheng hadn't called Jiang Shiyu.
He didn't know if it was because Mr. was too busy with work or for some other reason.
"Focus on driving."
Just a few words, the man's tone was very cold. The driver was startled and immediately shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.
The traffic jam ahead took a full half hour to clear.
"It seems there was a car accident. A young girl covered in blood was carried out, and another black car fell off the overpass. The driver seemed to have died on the spot…"
The driver clicked his tongue. Accidents rarely happened on this overpass. This was the biggest traffic accident of the year.
As he passed the accident site, Murong Cheng glanced at it. With just one glance, he felt that the car looked very familiar.
It looked like the car Jiang Shiyu drove.
But the next second, he dismissed this ridiculous thought.
How could it be her?
An Yan had said half an hour ago that she was still waiting in the office.
Since the last incident, they had been in a cold war.
He had to numb his anger and jealousy through busyness.
He couldn't bear to vent his anger on her, yet he couldn't forgive her for smiling so brightly in front of other men.
He hadn't even answered Si Han's calls.
Both of them wanted to explain to him, but he only believed what he saw with his own eyes.
In front of him, she had never laughed so heartily.
Even after knowing Si Han for so many years, it was the first time he saw him look at someone with doting eyes.
It could be anyone, why did it have to be Jiang Shiyu?
They both held significant meaning to him, and yet it was them…
Thinking of this, the man's chest throbbed. He pressed his tongue against his upper palate.
He managed to suppress that jealousy.
When he arrived at the airport, Si Han's call came in.
Murong Cheng was about to board the plane. He didn't know what Si Han was calling about at this time. Was it because Jiang Shiyu had been waiting for him in the office for hours and he hadn't shown up?
Murong Cheng coldly hung up the phone, but the next second, he received a message from An Yan.
"President, Madam left half an hour ago."
Half an hour ago?
A bad premonition suddenly surged into his heart.
Murong Cheng called Si Han back.
When Murong Cheng arrived at the hospital, Jiang Shiyu was still in the emergency room undergoing surgery.
Si Han was already waiting at the scene. Seeing Murong Cheng rush over, his usually frosty expression finally softened a little.
"She was in a car accident. I thought you would be the first to know. Even if you're having a tiff, you can't ignore her safety… If she closes her eyes and never wakes up again! You'll have plenty of time to regret it!"
Si Han clenched his fists. On his usually pale and bloodless face, there was a rare flush of red.
His voice even deepened with anger.
Before he could say much, he clenched his fist to his lips and coughed violently.
Murong Cheng's mind buzzed. He, who always prided himself on his calm demeanor, was panting. Before he could even catch his breath, he leaned his hands on the operating room door, trying to see what was happening inside, but could only make out blurry figures.
The car accident on the overpass just now…
He almost lost his strength and fell to the ground.
For a full two hours, the calls from senior management regarding the meeting had bombarded his phone, but the man hadn't answered any of them, nor had he even taken out his phone to look at it.
Si Han waited patiently. Even when advised that his health was not up to it, he didn't leave, just sat in his wheelchair and waited.
Two hours later, the operating room light turned off, and the doctor pushed the door open.
"How is she?!"
Before the door was fully opened, two men, one after the other, stepped forward.
"The surgery was very successful. Fortunately, the hospital's blood bank had enough. Although the patient had a large amount of bleeding, she was saved by a timely blood transfusion."
Hearing this, Murong Cheng and Si Han both breathed a sigh of relief.
"However," the doctor paused, then changed his tone, "due to a severe blow to the head, the patient may experience some effects. We'll have to wait for her to wake up to assess the situation."
This also meant there was a possibility of memory loss.
"Please be careful when driving next time. Although the patient's unborn child was saved this time, you might not be so lucky next time."
After the doctor finished speaking, Murong Cheng, who hadn't fully processed the first part, thought he had misheard.
"Doctor, what did you say?"
"You don't know yet? Your wife is pregnant! She's already three months along!"
The doctor looked at the man in front of him with surprise, his eyes filled with doubt. "Are you really the patient's husband?"
"Pregnant?"
Murong Cheng's ears buzzed. This series of events almost made him lose his footing. He leaned against the wall, barely managing to stand steady.
He and she had their own child?