Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 391: Dense Fog Car Accident

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Dense Fog Car Accident

The city of A at five in the morning is the quietest time of the day in this never-sleeping city, but even a city that never sleeps has its resting hours, and from three to five in the morning is the only time when this city, which has been noisy all day, is quiet.

The electronic screens on the skyscrapers have already gone dark, and the colorful lights are no more—the only light in the city comes from the streetlamps on either side of the road.

But under the cover of thick fog, the light from the streetlamps becomes particularly faint; from a distance, they look like the eyes of monsters hidden behind the fog, indifferent, bloodthirsty...

He Xing turned on the high beams, but could only barely make out the area three meters ahead.

The hands of the clock tic-tocked forward, and He Xing knew he had to slow down, but as soon as he did, he felt his eyelids start to fight each other.

To avoid falling asleep, he turned on the radio, but the soft, soothing Jiangnan accent of the radio host not only failed to help him sleep, it made his drowsiness even more pronounced.

He chugged a bottle of mineral water, but since it was room temperature, it didn’t help keep him awake at all; he used to smoke a cigarette when he got drowsy while driving, but Fu Han didn’t like it when he smoked and he had quit long ago. He rummaged around in the car with one hand, and couldn’t even find a lighter, let alone a cigarette.

As he drove farther from the city center, the area became more desolate, and there was no sign of the sky lightening up. Instead, as he got further from the city, the distance between streetlamps grew even greater, the sky even darker, and the visibility dropped to less than two meters.

He Xing glanced at the time and realized he was already past the time he was supposed to arrive at the airport. He began to worry that if this kept up, he might not make it to the airport before Fu Han.

Thinking this, he pressed harder on the gas pedal, and the car shot out like an arrow off its string, the fog parting before the vehicle and closing back behind it.

When he accelerated, there was a bit of a gamble to it, thinking it was still early, with not many cars on the road, and that as long as he followed the navigation, there wouldn’t be any issues.

Nobody knew when the accident happened; as one of the individuals involved, He Xing’s most vivid sensation was the car suddenly jolting, the pain erupting in countless spots throughout his body.

And at that moment, his first thought was that he had finally woken from his drowsiness, no longer needing to worry about driving while fatigued.

He tried hard to restart the car, but the vehicle seemed to have slipped into a deep coma, unresponsive to his efforts, refusing to stir no matter how hard he tried.

Until a second before a traffic officer opened the car door and pulled him out, his foot was still pressing on the steering wheel.

The preliminary assessment was that the person driving in the opposite direction was drunk, and their vehicle had strayed from its lane and collided with He Xing’s car; the other party was at full fault.

Ambulances had already arrived at the scene, and were insisting on taking He Xing to the hospital immediately, but he refused, saying he had to get to the airport to see someone very important, that he had to go.

One traffic officer was moved and offered to drive He Xing, with two doctors following in the car, who took a medical kit and roughly treated He Xing’s wounds.

He Xing, who could barely stand, somehow found the strength to shrug off the doctors when they helped him out of the car; ignoring the shouts of the doctors and traffic officers behind him, he desperately ran towards the terminal.

There were very few people in the terminal. He had scanned the area upon entering and saw no one he recognized, apart from Bai Wei.

Although he had a vague idea of the outcome, he still couldn’t help but want confirmation, until finally Bai Wei gave him the answer he least wanted to hear.

Despite the intense pain in his body, he felt that physical suffering couldn’t compare to even a fraction of the pain in his soul.

Upon finding out he still hadn’t managed to see Fu Han despite giving everything he had, his heart turned to ash, and he even felt it would have been better to just pass out, possibly sparing him the anguish he felt now.

He Xing staggered out of the airport like a walking corpse, each step accompanied by the dripping of his blood. He could even clearly hear the sound of his blood tic-tocking on the floor, as cold and indifferent as the moving hands of a clock.

The moment he stepped out of the terminal, the cold morning breeze blew and the thick fog cleared slightly, but his head felt unbearably heavy, and he collapsed to the ground in darkness.

...

High above at an altitude of twenty-five thousand miles, Fu Han looked out the airplane window.

High above the clouds, where the fog couldn’t reach, the sky was exceptionally bright. The clouds looked like pristine cotton candy, and there was a glimmer in the distance—likely the rising sun.

Fu Han thought to herself that from different heights, you see different sceneries.

She remembered on her way to the airport, Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian had mentioned several times how lucky they were to have left early. Otherwise, with such thick fog, they wouldn’t have been able to speed up and might not have caught the plane on time.

Less than five kilometers from the airport, their car had briefly stopped due to an accident beside them, where a drunk driver had collided head-on with a speeding car.

At that time, Fu Han had thought to herself that He Xing had one very good habit—he never drank when he drove and never drove when he drank, so she never had to worry about him drunk driving.

Thinking this, Fu Han pulled out her phone and checked it. There was no signal on the plane, and her phone had already lost internet connection, so naturally, there were no messages.

She put her phone back into her purse and covered her face with a blanket. The only way to prevent her mind from wandering was to sleep, to not think too much.

But she hadn’t even managed to settle in for sleep when suddenly someone pulled the blanket away.

Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian wouldn’t do such a thing, and Fu Han guessed that the person must have mistaken her for someone else. Normally, she would just pull the blanket back over her head and continue to sleep, but today, with her mood already sour, she had no patience for such indifference.

She looked up angrily, only to see a familiar face that she would never have expected to see there. Her mouth formed an "O" of surprise, "Ji Liangchuan, what are you doing here?"

Ji Liangchuan casually took a seat beside her and said with a light laugh, "Didn’t I tell you before that I was going to M Country? It turned out when I asked my assistant to buy me a ticket, he said that all the tickets for the next few days were sold out, only today had any left?"

Fu Han frowned at Ji Liangchuan, unceremoniously exposing the lie, "But my uncle said that tickets to M Country have been easy to get recently, and they’re even discounted."

"Ah, they are... easy to get," Ji Liangchuan’s fair complexion turned a shade of red, and he rubbed his hair with an embarrassed smile, "What I mean... I mean the first-class tickets are hard to get, I... I’m not used to flying economy class."