Chapter 72

Chapter 72: He’s Not a Toad, He’s a Beast

“Before you asked that, you already had an answer in your heart, didn’t you?”

Su Qian’s tone carried a faint trace of mockery.

Lu Jia Jia went silent on the phone.

After a long while, Lu Jia Jia finally spoke with a sob in her voice. “I… I just can’t believe it.”

“If you still don’t believe it, then three days from now, come to Bin Hai City. I’ll take you to watch a good show for free.” Su Qian curled her lips.

Lu Jia Jia had no idea what Su Qian was plotting.

But she didn’t want to look weak in front of Su Qian.

She hurriedly pulled herself together. “If you knew he was a scumbag, why did you still get close to him?”

“Because the girl who died in that car crash was my friend,” Su Qian answered plainly.

Lu Jia Jia froze on the other end.

“I… I understand,” Lu Jia Jia said. “Thank you.”

After saying that, Lu Jia Jia hung up.

Su Qian: “?”

Su Qian held her phone, completely confused.

She stared at the screen for a long time, muttering, “Was that really Lu Jia Jia calling me just now?”

For her to actually say “thank you” was unheard of.

The sun really rose in the west.

Yesterday, after “getting along great” with Chen Zi Hao, Su Qian had already agreed to go to Bin Hai City with him in a few days.

“I need to go out and handle something. These two days, you stay home and behave. Ning Meng will be in your care,” Su Qian negotiated with Lu Yao.

She had to go a few days early to make enough preparations, then close the net.

But Lu Yao remembered the darkness between Su Qian’s brows, the sign of a bloody disaster, and his brows knit tighter.

“How long?” Lu Yao asked.

Su Qian held Ning Meng and stroked its soft fur. “Not sure. At most three to five days.”

Three to five days?

Lu Yao frowned even deeper.

That wasn’t short at all.

“You’re going with that toad?” Lu Yao’s tone was full of contempt and disgust.

In his eyes, Chen Zi Hao’s two-faced, sly, treacherous look was no different from an annoying toad.

“A… a toad?” Su Qian looked confused for a second.

Then she reacted, and she couldn’t help bursting into laughter. “Why are you giving people random nicknames?”

Su Qian laughed as she scolded him, but there wasn’t much real blame in it.

“Chen Zi Hao isn’t a toad.”

Su Qian corrected seriously. After thinking, she added, “He’s a beast.”

Lu Yao: “…”

Weren’t you the one saying not to give people nicknames?

“Then why are you still staying so close to him?” Lu Yao could clearly feel how much Su Qian hated Chen Zi Hao.

“There’s a reason,” Su Qian said, checking the time. “Ah, it’s getting late. I need to pack.”

She put Ning Meng down and turned to head for her room.

Lu Yao stood where he was, staring after her, his brow still tightly furrowed.

He noticed the phone Su Qian had left on the sofa.

He picked it up, took out the reinforced “turn misfortune into fortune” talisman,

and replaced the one Su Qian had stuffed into the phone case, the relatively crude one.

After doing that, he put the phone back where it was.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

“I’ll go with you.”

After Su Qian finished packing, Lu Yao suddenly spoke.

Su Qian froze. “No!”

She refused decisively. “If you go out too, who’s going to feed Ning Meng?”

Ning Meng meowed beside them.

“Let it starve,” Lu Yao said, glancing at it.

Ning Meng’s meowing stopped abruptly, its little eyes full of big confusion.

[Are you seriously its dad?]

Su Qian’s mouth twitched.

In Chen Zi Hao’s eyes, Lu Yao was her “kept pretty-boy.” Taking Lu Yao along wouldn’t be convenient.

“Be good and stay home. I’ll bring you something tasty when I get back.”

Su Qian coaxed Lu Yao the way she would coax a kid.

Lu Yao’s lips lifted slightly. He put on a look of reluctant agreement. “Fine.”

With the reinforced “turn misfortune into fortune” talisman, she probably wouldn’t run into anything.

Lu Yao thought quietly.

And while Su Qian was gone, he could study the teleportation array properly.

Lin Jiang City and Bin Hai City were more than five hundred kilometers apart.

After Su Qian got off the plane, it was already 2 p.m. She went straight to the hotel she had booked and rested.

She ate the food delivered by the hotel staff,

and scrolled through dumb short videos at the same time.

Suddenly, Douyin pushed a nearby trending video that caught her attention.

In the video, a food blogger sat at a small roadside shop with a steaming bowl of the local famous bubble wontons in front of her.

What caught Su Qian’s eye wasn’t the wontons, but two familiar figures in the distance.

Shen Meng Qi and Chen Zi Hao!

“This-”

Su Qian’s eyes widened, shock spreading across her face.

The camera was far away,

but she could vaguely see the two of them arguing.

Just then, a large truck suddenly sped in from the side road, moving extremely fast.

It slammed into a flowerbed, flipped over, and its momentum carried it toward the two of them.

A huge crash made the camera shake.

After that, the footage showed a car smashed beyond recognition, a large pool of blood on the ground,

and Chen Zi Hao standing helplessly in the blood.

The image was censored, and the camera was far away, but the brutality of the crash still showed clearly.

Su Qian quickly checked the location shown in the video.

“Bubble Aroma Wonton House.”

She checked the post time. It had been uploaded a month ago.

This content creator didn’t have many fans, and the likes were only three to five hundred, so the video hadn’t caused much attention.

Su Qian immediately put down her chopsticks and stood up.

The surveillance near the crash site was broken. Based on the location, the nearby shops definitely had cameras.

But it had already been a month.

She wasn’t sure whether those shops still kept recordings from that day.

Su Qian took a taxi straight to Bubble Aroma Wonton House.

She explained why she was there to the owner.

The owner looked troubled. “Miss, we usually only keep surveillance for ten days or so. It’s been a month, so it’s gone. I’m really sorry, I can’t help.”

Su Qian’s heart sank, but she refused to give up.

She went into several more shops in a row.

Some owners said their cameras had been broken for a long time and never repaired. Others said too much time had passed and the footage had been overwritten automatically.

In short, the situation wasn’t good.

“I wonder if that blogger still has the video,” Su Qian murmured.

After a lot more effort,

she finally found that food blogger’s contact information.

Su Qian asked her out and explained what she needed.

The content creator went quiet for a moment, then said, “Ah, I was just filming for fun. There was only that one video.”

She thought for a bit, then continued, “But my friend was holding the phone back then and filmed different angles for me. Maybe he has other clips from different angles.”