Meng Ke Attacked
Shen Jingchuan was basically a novice, and although Bai Ruoli came from a brothel, she was not yet prepared to marry and had no one to train her.
Aside from being tricked by the drunk Shen Jingchuan once, she was basically a novice with little experience, and her first review session ended very quickly.
Shen Jingchuan paused for a moment, then pulled his beautiful wife to review the material a second time before finally stopping.
He had something on his mind the whole time. He had been away for so many days, either rushing along the way or being surrounded by crowds and no one gave him a chance to travel back. Even if he did travel back in time, it would be at night, so he didn't dare to stay long and returned before dawn.
Although I said goodbye before leaving, I'm still worried about him not showing up for so long.
He leaned against the headboard and earnestly repeated his previous nonsense about needing to practice martial arts and not being disturbed to Bai Ruoli, saying that he needed to go to the study to meditate and regulate his breathing, and that she should rest early.
Tell her not to bother her during the day tomorrow, and that she will come out after she finishes.
Bai Ruoli didn't ask any more questions and obediently agreed, even helping him straighten his clothes. Shen Jingchuan put on his outer robe, went to the study, closed the doors and windows, and with a thought, directly traveled back to the modern era.
Meng Ke didn't leave the shop until 10 p. m.
In recent years, the continuous renovation of old neighborhoods within Capital's Second Ring Road has led to the relocation of most of the original residents to the outskirts of the city. At this time, most of the shops along the street are closed, and after nine o'clock, there are hardly any pedestrians on the street.
The parking lot where she parked was even more deserted. The dim streetlights illuminated the mostly empty parking spaces, and the wind swirled fallen leaves across the ground, making the rustling sound exceptionally clear.
She'd been feeling uneasy these past few days. Shen Jingchuan had said a while ago that he was going into the mountains to find some wild ginseng and old medicinal herbs. The signal was bad in the mountains, so he made sure to let her know before he left.
She hadn't sent him any messages to bother him, afraid that he might be on a dangerous road or negotiating with someone, and that a moment's distraction could lead to trouble, but she couldn't suppress that inexplicable unease.
Strangely enough, she felt different these days—she wasn't as tired from staying up late, moving dozens of kilograms of raw jade stones was much easier than before, and she seemed more sensitive to even the slightest sounds around her.
She didn't think too much about it, assuming it was just because her routine had improved recently, or that Shen Jingchuan was feeding her fruits that had been nurtured in the Ring's space.
The fruits looked ordinary, but they were refreshing and sweet, and eating them quickly relieved all her fatigue. She simply assumed that the fruits he had found were of good quality and never thought anything of it.
The moment my fingertips touched the car door handle, the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood on end without warning.
It wasn't just the sound of footsteps; it was an almost instinctive alertness. She whirled around and, sure enough, saw a dark figure with its head down, rushing towards her.
Meng Ke's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to open the door and get into the car, she caught a glimpse of someone suddenly emerging from the shadows in front of the car and blocking her way.
Both the front and back are blocked off.
Almost instinctively, she pulled open the car door and shrank towards the driver's seat, but the person behind her immediately reached out and gripped the door frame tightly.
In the chaos, Meng Ke, with a sudden burst of strength, grabbed the car door and slammed it shut with a loud bang.
Meng Ke huddled in the car, her fingertips trembling as she pressed the central locking button. After pressing it twice, she heard a crisp "click" as the lock clicked shut.
The person outside tried to pull the car door open but failed. Suddenly, they swung out a metal baton and smashed it against the upper corner of the car window.
A muffled "bang" was heard.
The tempered glass of the side window withstood the impact, but the upper left corner was instantly covered with dense spiderweb-like cracks, and tiny shards of glass splashed in along the window frame, landing on her arm.
Meng Ke's mind went blank, and she acted purely on instinct. She turned the key to start the engine, and it roared to life.
The person in front of the car was still standing in the middle, reaching out to stop it. She gritted her teeth and didn't let go of the accelerator, driving straight into the car. Seeing this, the person hurriedly jumped to the side.
The car lurched out of the parking space, its tires screeching against the pavement. Meng Ke's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were drenched in cold sweat. He drove for two blocks before finally letting out a small sigh of relief, making sure no one was chasing him.
Only then did she belatedly realize her surprise—the force with which she slammed the door shut was something she could never have done to make a grown man let go of her hand in the past.
The car sped through two streets until it reached the auxiliary lane of the Second Ring Road, where traffic was heavy and the streetlights were as bright as day. Only then did Meng Ke, her nerves taut, slowly pull over and stop.
She suppressed her trembling breaths and immediately dialed 110, clearly reporting the location and general details of the incident. Then, clutching her phone, she leaned back in her seat, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. The engine was still running, and the central locking system was pressed firmly; she dared not relax for even a moment.
In the brief moment of shock, the first person who popped into my mind wasn't my parents, but Shen Jingchuan.
The moment the thought popped into her head, she was slightly taken aback. In the past, no matter how difficult the trouble she encountered, she was used to bearing it all herself, only telling her family when she couldn't take it anymore. But at this moment, her heart was pounding wildly, and she had only one thought in her mind: she wanted to hear his voice.
Her fingertips trembled slightly as she dialed Shen Jingchuan's number.
The call went through for a long time, and all I heard was a message saying, "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable." Why isn't anyone answering the phone?
Hearing the cold, busy tone, that feeling of being isolated and helpless surged up again, even more panicked than when I was blocked in the parking lot earlier.
It was only at this moment that she clearly realized that this person had unknowingly become her support.
She pursed her lips, opened the WeChat chat window, and typed only one short line of text: Call me when you see this.
He didn't say what exactly happened, fearing that in his haste to get back from the mountains, something might go wrong.
Putting down her phone, she forced herself to stay alert, scanning every shadow in front of and behind the car with her eyes, and listening to the sounds outside the window, remaining vigilant as she waited for the police lights to come on.
At the same time, Shen Jingchuan, who had just returned from the time travel, immediately checked his phone. There were several missed calls. He clicked on them and saw that the most recent one was from Meng Ke. He then checked the time and found that it had only been about twenty minutes since the last call.