False evidence

Chapter 437 Head-on Confrontation (2)

I squinted and looked, recognizing that the person coming out of that door was an acquaintance.

This family originally lived in the same neighborhood, but the lady of the house had a very good relationship with her male "colleague," which led to a mishap that broke up the family. The house was then rented to a special person—Liang Yuan.

Actually, every time I see him, I have a strange feeling.

Today, Liangyuan is a pastry chef in a pastry shop.

He also had a little-known identity—Liang Kaiyuan.

However, now I have a portion of Liang Yuan's consciousness and a portion of Liang Kaiyuan's consciousness residing within me.

"Why are you going?"

Liang Yuan and I asked each other the same question at the same time.

"Can't sleep, so I'm going out to pick up some fares." Liang Yuan twirled the spare car key between her fingers. "It's an old habit, I always do this when I'm in a bad mood."

"Shouldn't you drink heavily when you're in a bad mood?" I said half-jokingly.

Liang Yuan smiled and said in Liang Kaiyuan's tone, "This guy used to drink heavily and beat his wife. I don't tolerate that anymore, so he's given up both."

I said that's perfect, the three of us have all been drinking, you can drive us somewhere.

Once we got in the car, Liang Yuan asked me where I was going.
"Shuangshan Cemetery," Gu Haitao mumbled.

"Don't listen to him, go to the People's Hospital," I said.

Gu Haitao frowned: "Why go to the hospital?"

He then said, "Oh, Xiao Huan is in the hospital. I should go see her."

Seeing that he was still confused, I signaled Liang Yuan to drive.

But after driving a short distance, they discovered that something seemed amiss at Liang Garden.

I tapped on the dashboard and asked him, "Something on your mind?"

Liang Yuan turned to look at me, "No."

"So where are you headed?"

Liang Yuan exclaimed "Oh!" in realization, then understood that he had gone the wrong way.

"Excuse me."

He quickly turned around, letting out a long sigh.

Suddenly, Liang Kaiyuan said in his mind, "Ask him if something happened to Meizhi?"

"Is there something going on between you and Li Meizhi?" I asked Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan silently shook his head.

Liang Kaiyuan was visibly agitated: "Don't listen to his nonsense! Nobody knows him better than me! He's so distracted, either Meizhi is in trouble or his business is in trouble!"

"What happened to Li Meizhi?" I asked Liang Yuan again.

Liang Yuan is currently just a pastry chef at a branch of Kaiyuan Pastry Shop, and has nothing to do with managing the business.

Liang Yuan was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It seems she has fallen for someone else."

I suddenly realized what was happening, but I was speechless for a moment.

"That man is the landlord of the newly opened kindergarten. I've met him twice, and he seems like a nice guy."

Liang Yuan said sadly, and then just drove on in silence.

And Liang Kaiyuan, in my mind's eye, didn't say anything more.

I was even more speechless.

Liang Kaiyuan and Li Meizhi were entangled for three lifetimes. After Liang Kaiyuan's 'death', Li Meizhi vowed that she would never fall in love with anyone again in this life.

However, Liang Kaiyuan's anniversary hasn't even passed yet, and she's already...

Liang Kaiyuan himself is quite open-minded, but even the most open-minded man finds it hard to be magnanimous in this regard.

In the dead of night, only the yellow light was flashing at the traffic lights at the intersection.

Seeing that Liang Yuan was distracted again, I quickly reminded him to slow down.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a silver minivan suddenly appeared from the side.

Liang Yuan also realized what was happening and hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but the other car not only did not slow down, but also seemed to have lost control, swerving all the way, and suddenly crashed into the rear of our car.

I shook my head, about to get out of the car to deal with it, when the van suddenly reversed and then accelerated. "Damn it, he's trying to run away!" Fatty Er cursed, "Chase him!"

The truth is, before he could even speak, Liang Yuan had already stepped on the gas and swerved to catch up.

Seeing his lips tightly pressed together and his eyes fixed on the front, I secretly gasped.

The Liang Garden of today is merely an empty shell; in reality, it represents Liang Kaiyuan.

Having spent so much time with Liang Kaiyuan, I know that his ruthlessness is no less than that of Lü Xin.

Moreover, Li Meizhi's change of heart fueled a burning desire within him...

Seeing that Liang Yuan had almost floored the accelerator and was getting closer and closer to the car in front, I had to remind him not to act recklessly.

His beat-up Hyundai is in a completely different weight class from the other car.

Liang Yuan turned a deaf ear.

I was ready to pull the handbrake, but he suddenly released my hand, swerved the steering wheel sharply, and as one tire mounted the curb, he accelerated again.

The beat-up Hyundai, having traveled 120,000 kilometers, was driven to its limits, outperforming the minivan.

The car continued to move forward at the same speed, advancing another hundred meters or so. As Liang Yuan released the accelerator, he jerked the steering wheel with one hand and pulled the handbrake with the other.

With a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the Hyundai performed a perfect drift turn, ending up face-to-face with the minivan.

Liang Yuan did not stop, but stepped on the gas again, and the car drove in an S-shape towards the oncoming vehicle.

By this time, I had figured out his intention, and I felt much more at ease.

His driving skills are undeniable; driving so skillfully through such sharp turns is not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

In the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the wide road. If the other party intended to cause an accident and flee, they could have easily avoided us.

However, the winding paths of Liangyuan made it impossible for commercial vehicles to pass through.

The other party was finally forced to stop.

The two cars were facing each other, with the distance between them not exceeding ten centimeters.

Erpang had already grabbed his tools, tossed me a tire wrench, and got out of the car together with Liang Yuan.

I quickly walked to the driver's side and watched as the other person rolled down the window.

Then I saw the driver sticking his butt out and crawling into the back seat.

Meanwhile, a round-faced, chubby man moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat.

Seeing our aggressive demeanor, the fat man forced a smile and said sheepishly:
"Brothers, don't fight, let's talk this out! This is my buddy..."

He pointed behind him, "He's had a few drinks and's acting a bit erratically."

Seeing me take out my phone, the fat man hurriedly said:
"Brother, give me some face and don't call the police. I'll double the compensation for your car damage, ten thousand, no, twenty thousand, is twenty thousand enough?"

Erpang burped: "Uh, 20,000? That's enough to buy our car, right?"

The fat man pulled out two wads of money from his bag, his face still smiling, but his eyes revealing contempt.

I handed the phone that had dialed the number to Liang Yuan, saying, "Have Brother Gao bring some people over right away."

If it were the original Liang Yuan, he might not understand what I mean. But Liang Kaiyuan's mind is much sharper than Liang Yuan's.

Seeing him take the phone and bring it to his ear, I suddenly swung the wrench and smashed the windshield. Then I kicked the rearview mirror off.

"Damn it, shameless!"

The fat man cursed angrily, threw the money into the passenger seat, and got out of the car.

He had barely stepped out when I kicked the car door hard.

A scream accompanied the sound of bones cracking; the fat man's face contorted in pain.

"Brothers, let's talk this out! Don't...don't hit me, I still have money in my bag, you can have it all!"

Without saying a word, I opened the car door, grabbed his hair, dragged him out of the car, and pulled him around.

The fat man's leg was crushed, and he instinctively used both hands to hold onto the frame of the bicycle to support himself.

He had barely placed one hand on the car when I swung the wrench at him.

The fat man screamed again and fell to the ground. "Brothers, who sent you?"

(End of this chapter)